I finally returned to my third body paragraph, looking at it with fresh eyes. I was able to put it together in a way that I liked. I found facts from the documentary, and used experiences from female friends and acquaintances to build a cohesive argument backed with factual knowledge. I struggled with the title, and wish that it could have been as good as the rest of my essay. I just finished my final draft and am excited for people to read it.
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I finished my first body paragraph and had a stroke of genius when starting my second paragraph, and worked through it very easily. I revisited the documentary to gather some statistics and factual information to put into my paragraphs so far. Some of the statistics that I found were alarming to me and I am glad that through my paper, I might bring to light some of these issues for others reading my essay. I had some trouble when it came to my third body paragraph, so I wrote my conclusion and will come back to it.
I decided to choose the topic: “ Does media bias prevent young girls from achieving positions of power in American society?” So far I’ve completed my introduction but I’m skipping over the background paragraph for now. I want to differentiate between the intro and the body paragraphs first. At first I thought this topic would be easier to write about but now I am realizing that there are many more layers to it than I originally thought there were. I welcome this challenge and am really excited to write about this pressing issue, and to take a glimpse into the way media affects women (something I normally wouldn’t notice).
The argument in “Miss Representation” is that women are misrepresented in the media and in society as a whole because the media portrays women as objects. It emphasized the lack of women in leadership positions, and that women in leadership positions are just as capable as men.
This documentary made me feel, think, and try to improve in many ways. I did not appreciate how the film put down women who do not pursue leadership positions. That may not have been their intention when they made the film, but that was the impression that I got from it. It is good that the film wants women to pursue leadership positions and eliminate media stereotypes, but I also think that there should be no shame in taking a different path in life. I also felt enlightened. As a man, I had seen these things and thought that they were innocuous. Looking at them through the eyes of the women in the documentary, I could see in myself how these negative stereotypes could reinforce destructive ideals. The argument in this film is nothing new to anyone who hears this information. Many people in our society are well aware of the sexism ingrained in our society. However, what this documentary does is pull actual statistics and facts to put what we know into perspective and brings to light new ideas about this issue that we have heard before, further exemplifying the argument. After interacting with many female friends, a lot of what they have been saying echoes statements in the documentary. There is a severe lack of role models and representation for women in many modern movies, television shows, news outlets, and social media. I think that this misrepresentation may make women believe that jobs and roles that are occupied by men are not jobs and roles that women can occupy themselves. Personally, I don’t feel as though I contribute to the issues present in this film, so I don’t think there is much to change. However, I know people who could really benefit off of a documentary like this, and the knowledge contained in “Miss Representation” could very well sway the minds of these people and make them change their ways. Now that I have seen this film, I am now able to see how the media I am consuming might affect the upbringing of young girls and women in general. Overall, this film was very enlightening and opened my eyes to the struggles that women face today. Homepage Well-Being Assessment: Flourishing
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Right after seeing Captain Marvel with my friend Mike, we were in the car blasting some throwback tunes. It was around 12:30 at night when we took off. The songs filled me with feelings of nostalgia, bringing back memories of high school. “Hey dude, doesn’t it ever feel weird being here?” I said. “What do you mean?” “You know, like, just being here at home while everyone’s in college.” “Yeah, it’s weird but I’ve just been trying to focus on work.” “I don’t know man. It’s just weird knowing that high school still exists like five minutes away from us.” “Yeah but we’re not in high school anymore.” “I know, I know. But part of me kind of misses it just because of where we are.” “Me too dude.” Just as he said that, we passed by a very popular shopping center called “Gateway” that used to be the hot spot in high school. “Gateway just feels different now too,” I said. “Yeah, I miss the days of me you and Greg getting Five Guys and loitering in the parking lot at night.” “I miss that too, especially running into kids from school at Wawa and other places like that.” “We don’t really miss the location. We just miss Wawa when we knew we would walk in and see three other kids we knew. We don’t miss gateway as a shopping center, we miss gateway when we knew everyone would be there. It’s not the place, it’s the people.” “Yeah, that makes sense.” After passing Gateway, we drove in silence for a few minutes. I pulled up into his driveway, ready to drop him off, but he stayed in the car for a little while longer. “I can’t wait to go away to college,” I said. “Yeah man, I’m looking forward to going to Bucknell in the fall. I’m just trying to enjoy the time I have left here.” “Yeah I’m still thinking about where to go. It’s kind of a struggle right now.” “Don’t worry man. You’ll find your place.” “Yeah, it’s just hard focusing on studying while being here.” “Yeah, but you have to use that awful feeling of wanting to get out to motivate you to get out.” “I know. I’m trying, but sometimes it gets tough.” Mike then recommended me these lectures by a man named Alan Watts to listen to at night because they help him get through similar struggles. We put a lecture on, and listened in silence for the full ten minutes. It gave me insight on some things I have been thinking about, and made me feel a little less alone. Once it was over, we said our goodbyes. I put on one more throwback song, and drove home. In “My Name Is Margaret” by Maya Angelou, Margaret is employed by a racist white woman named Mrs. Cullinan. Throughout the course of the story she puts up with indignities from her and ultimately rebels against her authority by breaking her most valued china. This rebellious attitude carries over into my life when I went to D.C. alone, despite being barred from the trip because of false statements.
My freshman year, I ran against a junior for a leadership position for a club at my school. Despite all odds, I won, and this did not sit well with my opponent. During my sophomore year, this person continuously tried to damage my reputation, attempting to sway public opinion of me. I spent the greater half of the year turning the other cheek and trying to be the better person. I never tried to stoop to their level. This caught up to me February of that year. The biggest and most anticipated trip that our club members attended was coming up. It was a three-day-long trip to Washington D.C. My school did not want me to attend due to the complicated situation of the club, and my grades in class. This judgement was primarily based on lies, so I decided to attend the convention on my own. The morning of the convention, I had my bags packed, I was in my suit, and I was ready to go. My dad dropped me off at 30th Street Station just in time to catch my train. On the way down, I had been texting my friends that I was going on the trip anyway. They were excited and scandalized. When I arrived to Washington D.C.’s Union Station, I immediately hailed a cab and set off to the hotel. My friend met me at the front of the hotel, sneaking me through the back and taking me to a room where I could store my luggage. When I returned to the lobby, I also returned with a name tag made specifically for me. Throughout the rest of the day, I participated in every activity I normally would have, and technically didn’t break any club rules. As the day went on, I became a little too cocky in my ability to get away with being at the event, and started taking risks. I sat on the dais on the main stage, putting myself in the eyes of around a thousand kids, and hundreds of adults chaperoning the event. I was having a great time. I finished the night off with a taco from across the street with some friends, and hit the hay. The morning after, I planned to sneak out. I had gathered my things and was on my way out when I ran into an obstacle: the program director of the event. She stopped me in the halls, pulling me aside and giving me a thorough talking-to. I immediately scrambled to leave the hotel and head back home. In the end, I decided that the experience was worth it. I was being denied something based on a falsehood. Sometimes you have to break the rules when the verdict is unjust. And because of all this, there is a new national rule within the club as a result of this whole ordeal. |
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