Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Tuesday Rants: Plastic Surgery



It's Tuesday so that gives me permission to rant about something. 
    Recently Dulce Candy, a Youtube beauty guru, uploaded a video in which she describes the plastic surgeries she's done. The part that bothered me and inspired this rant is when she starts talking about her nose. She says that before, her nose was "broad" and "wide" with a bump. She says she wanted a more "delicate, softer looking nose" and now her nose is just as she wanted it. Dulce calls her rounder nose a "clown" nose. She reinforces societal norms of beauty by saying that she wanted a pointy nose and that her main reason for getting a nose job is because her original nose had a bump. 
    Dulce Candy has over a million subscribers on Youtube. She has a fun, bubbly personality. Most of all, she's pretty. Yet, she shows us that she had flaws in her appearance she was unhappy with and she fixed them through plastic surgery. What kind of message is that supposed to convey to her audience? If we don't like something about our bodies, are we supposed to change it instead of accepting the traits that make us unique?
    When I was younger, I liked conventional beauties. I thought long, straight, blonde hair was beautiful and that green eyes were desirable. I thought that you needed big, doe-like eyes and a straight, perky nose to be considered attractive. Now, I've realized that beauty comes in all different shapes and sizes because true beauty isn't something that's dictated by society but something that comes from the person within.
    Whenever I see someone celebrating the diversity in beauty, I think that's a cause for celebration. 


Monday, November 4, 2013

I Love Freshmen

I used to hate freshmen.
    They're easy to make fun of. They ask for tips on which parties to go to, how to establish good relationships with professors, and directions to a building they're 500 feet away from. Freshmen are so eager to please, willing to do anything that involves alcohol, and naive about how college works.
    Being an upperclassmen, I thought I was all past that. Gone are the days of staying up till 4 a.m. "studying" with friends but actually going on Facebook. Gone are the days of watching bad movies, ordering bad Chinese food, and puking in all the bathrooms on your floor because you don't know your tolerance. 
    I realize, though, that freshmen have this supernatural energy that allows them to do everything and at the same time, nothing. Sure, they join every club, but they also talk to their friends for five hours at night because they don't have homework. 
    Talking to freshmen now, a part of me pities the inevitable crash they'll experience, the realism that will set in. However, I realize that I'm not as grown up as I believe myself to be. A part of me still feels like a freshmen. I still want to stay up late with my friends under the stars, I want to watch bad movies without feeling guilty about wasting time. I want all that back.
    I may be (slightly) more responsible now but a small part of me still embodies all those qualities we think only freshmen have: naivety, idealism, and hope. Maybe it's not such a bad thing to have those traits. Maybe growing older and wiser is overrated. 

Keep thinking,
Candy