Showing posts with label Flashback Friday. Show all posts
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3.15.2013

Flashback Friday: Peer Pressure

“If Sally jumped off a cliff, would you?”

“I don’t care what Kimmy’s gets to do.  Kimmy’s parents are not your parents.”

“I don’t care if Jane did it first.  You aren’t Jane.”

My parents said things like this to me a lot when I was a kid.  When I followed the lead of my friends, just because they were doing it, even if I knew my parents wouldn’t approve.  When I wanted to go places or do things that my friends got to do, but I wasn’t allowed.  When I begged my parents to buy me clothes or other things that my friends had, so I could have them too.  At the time when they said these things to me, I thought it was so unfair.  I was too young to realize that they were teaching me to think and act for myself instead of following the crowd, and to make good choices based on the values they were instilling in me.  I never knew how valuable these lessons were until I got older.

Peer pressure stinks.  It starts so young that you don’t even know what it is.  The older you get, the worse it gets.  It is the second worst part of being a teenager (the worst is teenage acne, in case you are wondering).  When you’re a teenager, peer pressure is everywhere – pressure to wear the right clothes, hang out with the right people, and get invited to the cool parties.  And often, even when you give in to the pressure, you don’t end up with the results that you hoped for.

When I was in 5th or 6th grade, there was this one girl who started to hang out with my group of friends.  She was perfectly nice, but someone in our group got it in their head that this other girl was “following” us around and that she was annoying.  All it took was one person saying it and soon, every single one of us had followed their lead and gone along with characterizing this girl as an annoying hanger-on.  She had to put up with a lot of crap that she didn’t deserve.  She just wanted to fit in, and no one would let her.  None of us had the guts to say no or stand up for this girl, who really wasn’t doing anything wrong.  She liked us even though we didn’t deserve to be liked.  I hate to think of how unaccepting we were.  In high school, I ended up working with this girl and we actually became real friends.  But I always had to live with the guilt of how that group of us had treated her those years earlier.  I am lucky that she was clearly a bigger person than me, and able to forgive us for how we had acted.

When I was in high school, Abercrombie & Fitch was ridiculously popular (also, for those who remember, it was ridiculously expensive).  You just couldn’t be cool if you didn’t have “Abercrombie & Fitch” written across your t-shirt or their signature pocket designs on your jeans.  I begged and begged for clothes from Abercrombie & Fitch.  My parents refused to buy them, saying that it was a waste of money to pay for a name.  I was desperate to have them, so I eventually saved up enough of my own money for one t-shirt and a pair of jeans from Abercrombie.  But guess what?  Having those clothes didn’t make the popular kids like me any better.  Also, being expensive didn’t stop the rhinestones from falling off my shirt or holes from wearing in my pricey (but cheaply made) jeans.  I can look back on it now and wish I’d listened to my parents.  It was a colossal waste of my money, and giving into the pressure to be like everyone else didn’t get me anything that I wanted.

And then there was college.  My sophomore year, we went to a Halloween party.  I have never been big on costumes and didn’t know what to dress up as, but I did know that most of the other girls going to the party were just using Halloween as a reason to show way too much skin.  So I bought some tight jeans and a revealing tank top, even though that is totally not my thing.  I was not comfortable in those clothes, but I was wearing the same thing as all the other girls, so I thought I was safe.  Instead, one of my friends made fun of my outfit in front of everyone.  It was a tough lesson to learn, but a lesson learned nonetheless.  You can do all the right things to fit in and still not fit in.  It’s so much better to just be yourself.

Luckily, after I got past those teenage years, I found that peer pressure started to let up a little.  The older I get, the less I notice it, to the point where I’ve reached my mid-twenties and don’t really feel much peer pressure at all.  I think it was after college that it really let up, but I can’t pinpoint any specific event that changed things.  Part of it is me being a little selfish – thinking of myself, rather than the people trying to tell me what choices I should make.  Outside of my parents and Nathan, I don’t really give a rat’s ass what anyone else thinks.  So when I make my choices now, I ask myself what is in it for me.  Will I reach my goals or be the kind of person I want to be if I make certain choices?  Will it benefit me financially, physically, spiritually, or emotionally?  Who cares about the designer on the label; the important question is, will it make my butt look good?  I also reached a point where doing what everyone else is doing has become somewhat of a turn off, to the point where I will actually avoid certain things specifically because other people do them.

These days when I feel peer pressure, it comes in different forms, and it’s usually easy to say no.  Like when I met up with a friend from high school who exclaimed, “I can’t believe you’re still driving your Toyota!”  Yes, I drive my 13 year old car from high school instead of a shiny new car like so many people I know.  You know what?  It runs fine, and I don’t have a car payment.  I’ll chalk that up as a win.  Or like when I deleted my Facebook account, and I had a lot of people tell me all the other actions I could take to keep the account and avoid deleting it.  I couldn’t believe how many people tried to get me to stay, or to just deactivate my account temporarily so that I could come back later.  But I made up my mind that I was done with Facebook, and I refused to let anyone talk me out of something that I felt so strongly about.

Don’t get me wrong – I am not trying to say that my choices make me superior to anyone else, or that I am immune to peer pressure.  From time to time something does come up, and it’s not always so easy to ignore it.  I feel a lot of pressure sometimes seeing people my age (or even my sisters’ age) in a different stage of life with babies and houses and all that stuff.  I compare myself to them, and it makes me think I am falling behind and I get all freaked out.  Sometimes it takes me a little while to remember that we all have different paths, and things happen when the time is right.  We have very good reasons for not having a baby or a house right now, and we have a lot of other positive things in our life that the people who settled down early don’t have.  (And most importantly, I can rest assured that I won’t ever be a 40 year old grandmother).  Once I get back to thinking about it rationally and realistically, I regret ever having let the pressure get to me in the first place.  Because the truth of the matter is that I would much rather blaze my own trails in the world than follow someone else’s path.

Now, I didn’t tell you all these personal and embarrassing stories just for fun, so let’s get to the bigger point.  I have always assumed that since peer pressure faded for me as an adult, and it became so much easier for me to say no to things, that it must be the same way for everyone else.  But there have been several instances with people in my life lately that have made me realize that it is not so easy for everyone.  A lot of adults still feel peer and societal pressure, just in different forms.

Some people never grow out of the materialism and never stop comparing their possessions to those of their peers.  Instead, they just move from comparing clothes and toys to comparing cars and houses.  And in the effort to keep up, too many people end up with cars and houses that they can’t really afford.  Someone I know recently admitted to making a huge business decision simply because they saw other people doing something and wanted it for themselves.  I thought this was unfortunate, a little sad, and a really bad rationale for an important decision.  No one should feel like they have to make huge personal or professional decisions out of fear of being ridiculed, or based the decisions and actions of others.  You should feel confident and comfortable enough to make the unique, individual decision that is best for you, your family or your particular business.  And if someone is pressuring you to do otherwise, they don’t have your best interests in mind.

Other people just never learn to say no.  Which is also sad, but in a different way.  The word “no” has so much power if you can say it, mean it, and stand behind it.  If you can’t say no, then you risk saying "yes” to actions that you’ll regret later, making commitments that you don’t want to make, or letting people walk all over you.  How many times have you or someone you know started a sentence with, “I didn’t really want to, but . . .”?  Often, the answer is too many times.  Saying no is not easy.  It can be really scary to say no.  It took me a long time to have the courage to say no and stand behind it, because I would try too hard to be nice or simply didn’t think my opinion mattered.  But everyone’s opinion matters – we just have to be brave enough to say it, before it’s too late and we regret not saying anything at all.

I’m not trying to criticize anyone who still feels or concedes to peer pressure, because it’s a really tough thing.  I’m also not trying to say that I’m some sort of expert on it, because I’m not.  I’m simply making an observation of what I see in the world, and what I want to change.  Peer pressure will never be completely eradicated, but we all can pass on the same lessons that my parents passed on to me.  My hope for everyone is that they can get to that place where they can live in our society with all its pressure, but not let that pressure define their world. That place where they feel like they can be themselves, make their own choices, and just say no if that that is what they want to do.  The place where everyone – young, old, and in between – can look in the mirror and say truthfully that they don’t want to be like anyone else except for the unique individual staring back at them.

In the end, I think that kids and adults both need the same message.  Giving into pressure from our peers or society never gets us the end results that we are striving for.  It just keeps us from being true to ourselves.  Don’t be afraid to go against the grain.  It is so much cooler (and easier) to be yourself than to try to be like someone else.  Others will respect you more for being yourself.  Even if they don’t realize it now, they will later.  There is a great quote by the feminist Rita Mae Brown: “The reward for conformity is that everyone likes you . . . except yourself.”  There may be a lot of “everyone’s” in the world, but there is only one “you”.  And the “you” is the only one that really matters.

9.07.2012

Flashback Friday: Raising Your Political Voice

HA!  I bet you all thought I had forgotten about Flashback Friday after its one and only debut performance.  Well, fear not and call me an elephant!  Because I never forget. (About Flashback Friday, that is.  About what day of the week it is, that’s another story.)  And all the talk of politics lately has made me a little nostalgic.

The first year that I was able to vote happened to be an election year, in 2004.  At that time, I was a freshman at UO.  I lived on campus that year, and it was such an exciting time to be there!  People were really buzzing about the election, and it was THE big thing on campus that fall.  There were rallies, voter registration campaigns, and it was the main topic of discussion in the dorms and around campus.  One day, Howard Dean came to talk at the EMU, and the turnout was huge.  Everyone was going to attend to hear what he had to say.  I myself did not go (I had a class at the same time), but you could hear the rally inside the buildings and blocks away at the dorms.  For everyone who says 18 year olds don’t care about their country?  That experience was proof for me that they do. 

I was so excited that my first vote could be part of something big like a presidential election.  I remember on election night, the girls on my floor all spent the night parked around the TV’s in our tiny dorm rooms, eating ice cream and watching the results.  At the time, a lot of people on campus were disappointed that George Bush was elected to another term.  I’ll admit, I was a little disappointed too.  I didn’t like Kerry, but I also did not like the direction our country was headed.  In retrospect though, it was the right thing, and I think most of those disappointed students would agree with me.  If it weren’t for that loss, we would not have had the victory that really mattered with Obama in 2008.

I was even more excited for the election in 2008.  The message of change really hit home with me (still does), and in Barack Obama I saw our future.  I was honored to vote for him, and watching his speech on election night filled me with so many emotions.  On that night, for the first time in my relatively young life, I understood how it felt to be truly proud of my country.  One of my co-workers in Eugene got to be in Washington during that time, and she brought back election buttons for my parents and for me.  I have a whole box filled with mementos from that election, so that one day I can share them with my children, and maybe help inspire them in the same way.

Most people know that Eugene is a fairly liberal town.  It’s what I love most about it.  It’s why I loved attending school there, working there after college, and one reason why I was so hesitant to leave my job there, even though it was time to move on.  Eugene and UO are filled with open minded, forward thinking people.  If you have spent much time with me (or taken a look at my car in the last four years), you know that I am fairly liberal in my beliefs as well.  I credit most of that to my parents, who raised me to be open minded and think for myself; but I also credit some of it to my time in Eugene.  I was raised in and currently live in a very close minded, conservative, and fairly uneducated part of Oregon.  This is not an insult or criticism to the area; it’s simply the truth.  When I was at UO, I met a lot of new and different people, who lived a lot of different lifestyles.  If I hadn’t spent that time in Eugene, I might feel very differently about certain issues.  My experiences there solidified my beliefs.  More importantly, my experiences taught me that it is okay to have different political opinions from some of my friends and family, as long as we share the same values. 

So, now we are here in 2012.  Some of you probably think I should be keeping my big mouth shut and my opinions to myself.  And that’s fine; you can think that.  But the thing is, I’ve never been very good at keeping my mouth shut and my opinions to myself.  Some of you have your own opinions, but don’t want to verbally announce them to the world.  And that’s also fine . . . for you.  But not for me.  If I learned anything these last eight years, it’s that things won’t change unless you stand up for what you believe in and make your voice heard.

So here is my voice.

I believe in healthcare reform.

I believe in raising taxes. I would actually support a tax increase for everyone, including my middle-class self.

I believe we are in a better place then we were four years ago.  I certainly am.

I believe in marriage equality, for EVERYONE.

I believe in moving forward.

I believe in Barack Obama.

And I will not apologize for the believing in any of these things.

I encourage everyone to make their own voice heard.  Whatever your voice may be.  You don’t have to agree with me.  The point is, nothing in this country ever changed for the better because people stood by idly and watched.  Things change for the better when people get out there, do something, and make their voices heard.  Too many people do not stand up for their beliefs.  Or even worse, they don’t vote!  One of my biggest frustrations is to hear people complain about the state of the nation, and then say in the same breath that they aren’t even a registered voter.  Get out there and VOTE.  Make your words and beliefs count.

I encourage everyone to visit HealthCare.gov, and learn some real facts about healthcare reform. In particular, I recommend checking out the timeline of changes and reading about the key features of the law. I was introduced to this website through work last year (I work with insurance companies for a living), and I found it very enlightening.  There are a lot of misconceptions out there about healthcare reform, and you should not make up your mind before you know the real facts.

I encourage everyone to listen to President Clinton’s speech from Wednesday night, if you have not done so already.  He laid out the facts, plain and clear.  I don’t know about the rest of you, but I also come from a world where 2 + 2 = 4.  My mom is a math teacher; I know my arithmetic!

While you’re at it, I also encourage everyone to listen to President Obama’s speech from Thursday night.  He gave a picture of how far we have come, and then explained why we can’t stop there.  Why we need to continue to move forward, and how we will accomplish it.

And if, like me, you believe in moving forward, then I encourage you to get your free bumper sticker and let your voice be heard among all the people on the road!

I am raising my voice – forward, for the future.  For my future, my parents’ future, and my children’s future.

Happy weekend, go Patriots, and rock on TBFC and Nabime!

6.15.2012

Flashback Friday: Father’s Day First

“Flashback Friday” is a new series of posts I am going to start here on the blog.  I got the idea a couple weeks ago as I worked on typing the memoirs of my adopted grandfather Nick.  Nick comments about how he has a hard time remembering specifics about some of the stories (for example, someone’s age at a certain time, where they were born, and so on).  This isn’t really surprising considering that Nick turned 97 last month – 97 years will give you a lot to remember!  And for most of his life, they didn’t have the things like computers or the Internet or digital photography that make it so easy for us to capture our lives today.  So it’s not surprising that he has things he has forgotten.  But one thing I have realized as I read and type his stories, is how easy it is for us all to forget – even someone like me, who is only a quarter of Nick’s age.  We live such fast paced lives, we don’t stop nearly often enough to take it all in well enough to form memories that even last a few years.  It’s amazing how much I don’t remember already, sometimes I feel like I have completely blanked out three quarters of my life.  Who knows what I’ll remember when I’m 30 (just the thought of it makes me shudder with fear), let alone 60 or 70?

And that led me to the idea of Flashback Friday for the blog.  I have a feeling that as long as the world exists, the Internet is not going anywhere.  I feel safe in storing my memories electronically in my blog (and backed up on my computer).  So, just as radio stations play Flashback Friday lunch hours, I am going to have Flashback Friday here, featuring some sort of memory I have that I want to remember down the road.  I can’t promise they will be 100% accurate memories, so I apologize to family members in advance for details that I remember incorrectly.  As stated, I have forgotten a lot in my twenty-some years, and of course when you talk about childhood memories, kids see everything happen a lot differently than adults do.  I won’t post every Friday (as you may have noticed, I am a sporadic blogger), but perhaps my lovely family will get on board (hint, hint) and send me some of their own memories to share on a Flashback Friday when I am too busy to blog.

In honor of Father’s Day this weekend, the inaugural Flashback Friday is about my own dad.

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I love this picture.  But I will not be writing about it, because guess what? I don’t remember it. What I will tell you about today is one of my earliest memories of my dad that I actually do remember.

My dad used to drop my sister and I off at daycare every morning when we were in pre-school and kindergarten.  We had this routine that we did before he left daycare, which we called “the jump”.  Basically, my dad would hold our hands in his, help us jump in the air and do a somersault mid-air before coming back down to the ground.  I don’t remember how this routine got started, but I remember it was a lot of fun.  I also remember that all the other kids at daycare thought it was fun too, saying, “I want to jump!”, and every morning kids would line up to take turns doing the jump with my dad.

And that is how I always remember my dad, as the fun and popular dad.  My friends always thought my dad was cool.  When I got to high school and had friends and co-workers who had my dad as a teacher, they would all say how awesome he was and how he was their favorite teacher.  (On an unrelated note, they all also thought he was ten years younger than he actually was – congratulations on the youthful good looks, Dad!)  Sometimes when I invited friends over to our house for the first time, they would always comment on how they weren’t sure what to expect in coming over to the teacher’s house, but that my dad was actually surprisingly fun and easy-going for a teacher.  It’s a huge part of the reason that he is a such a great track and cross country coach – kids who might not normally do sports give it a try because they like my dad. 

So, happy Father’s Day weekend to the coolest, most awesome dad on the planet.  I love you!