Be Strong, Speak up and People Will Listen

My Senior year of high school was full of AP classes, college courses that I was taking to try to eliminate courses I would need when I actually got into college.  Everyone in my school took Psych AP.  EVERYONE.  They all said the teacher was fantastic, the course itself was so interesting and best of all most of my friends would end up in my class with me!

In high school, I wasn’t the activist I was now.  I thought a lot of things and wanted to get involved but I never really had the confidence to do so.  I remained silent.

The very first day in my Psych class, we went through the usual introductions and met our outspoken teacher.  He was the kind of teacher full of energy and willing to push the rules a slight bit….

We began our very first class discussion about the differences between men and women.  As he lectured the topic slowly shifted to the reasons why men’s sports were much better than women’s.  Men were more entertaining and better athletes.  He just went on and on and on, bringing up ‘facts’ about how all the major games are men’s sports, the majority of the money from the school is received by the men’s teams, maybe if women’s teams were better athletes, they’d have more viewers, women’s sports were a joke.

I sat there stunned.  My heart was racing and more than anything I wanted to just scream at him, how dare he say that?  Those were blatantly sexist statements!  Women’s sports were a joke???????  I just sat there dumbfounded with my mouth open, looking around to see if anyone else was as surprised as I was and I wasn’t alone.

He continued bringing up what he called ‘facts’ and finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.  He said “women aren’t even in racing because they can’t do it.” and that was my last straw.  As many of you know, I was raise around Drag Racing and was always well aware of how women were viewed in the sport.

My hand shot into the air.  It was like it flew up all on its own, I had absolutely no control over it.  He paused and looked at me and said yes?  I told him “You know you’re wrong.  Shirley Muldowney began racing cars in the 1970s, she was a top fuel driver and men in the sport told her to get back to the kitchen where she belonged but she never listened to them and beat them.  Rhonda Hartman-Smith was another woman racing top fuel, Angelle Sampey races motorcycles and Melanie Troxel is coming back into the sport.  Who told you women can’t race cars?”

It just came out of my mouth and there was no way to stop it.  Just like my hand, it was a knee-jerk reaction, it just happened.  I had never spoken out like this to anyone, ESPECIALLY to a teacher or any adult in an authoritative position.  That statement stopped the few boys from laughing in the class and several more girls began to speak out.  However, it didn’t phase our teacher at all, he tried to argue with me and just make a complete joke of what I had just said.

The worst class in the entire world finally ended and I just unleashed my thoughts about this teacher to my friends who were with me.  How could everyone like him so much when he is so rude and narrow minded!!?? 

That night I went on my computer and made a list starting in the early 1900s of women in racing and their accomplishments, stapled it together and was ready for battle the next class period.

We all sat down, waiting and then he entered the room.  He started by saying he wanted to talk about yesterday’s lecture and I prepared to raise my hand again.  Then he dropped the bomb, it was an experiment, he didn’t actually believe any of what he said.  My mind was blown.  He went on to explain different concepts that applied to reactions by the class.  Then we continued our studies. He was not the horrible sexist monster I had battled with the day before!  He ended up being one of the greatest teacher I had during my high school career.

At the end of class, I went up to him and I told him I almost dropped the class! He told me that I surprised him, I seemed quiet and not the person to speak out first.  I laughed and presented him the list I made the night before to which he laughed and leafed through the pages.  He said “I like your dedication, you’re smart, you know how to argue.”

It was a long while after my senior year in high school, not until my senior year in college, that I remembered that I have a voice too.  I can speak my mind, I can argue intelligently about topic.  Instead of living a life of self doubt, lacking the confidence to say what we feel, we should all remember how capable we are and how our actions affect those around us.  I was the first to speak up in class during this experiment and after me other girls followed.  What if I had said nothing?  Would anyone have tried to say something?

Change happens when one person speaks.  That’s all that is needed, one person to raise their hand.  I’m not saying I changed the world in the slightest by that class room demonstration.   However people often say 2 things to me

1.Why do you keep talking about this stuff, nothing you do is going to change anything.

2. You should really just stop talking about this stuff.  Stop pulling out the feminist card (latina card, white card and the list goes on, who knew I was carrying so many cards with me?) every 5 seconds.  The only reason these problems like exist is because people of you keep going on and on and on and on about them.  If you just stop people will forget about it and they will be fine.

Each time these things are said to me, I remember that when one person speaks, those with similar beliefs go to them and then a group is formed.  That group grows and grows and grows until major changes are be made.  That is a fact.

I will never stay silent because as a society have the ability to change.  We have come so far, but there’s more to be done, not only in the states but around the world where women aren’t so lucky.

Don’t let lack of support or criticism of your voice ever stop you.  Be strong, speak up and people will listen.

♥ Meggie

My Passion

I am a very passionate person and very opinionated on many topics.  If you follow or have even read some of my blogs, I think you can tell that.  Sometimes though my passion can be overwhelming to some or even a bit scary, haha. That’s what I’ve been told by friends and that makes me laugh.

I think the last post I wrote (you can click here to read it) was one of the most passionate things I’ve ever written.  I wish I had the writing skills to be able to express that better.  I’ve realized that my writing, most of it, is one giant thought separated by commas, lots and lots of commas. 

I even transfer my passion to my school work.  For one of my business classes I had to write a business plan, I was able to shorten mine to 22 pages so it wasn’t complete because I know those can be over 100 pages easily, but it gave me such a fantastic insight into what has to go into a business and advertising and things like that.  I, of course, did a nonprofit, my ultimate love, and it is so important spreading the word.  I don’t know if people actually realize how important that is because eventually that will find someone who can donate or help out in some way.

Social media has massive effects on nonprofits as well, the ability to reach so many people when used correctly and not only that, communicate with those who you help, it’s so amazing.  As I talked about in my last blog, social media movements like #todossomosjoseenrique, those empower nonprofits that work in those fields.  They can use social media and say we help prevent problems like this.

The one problem with that is people’s passion fades, they all jump up and together once something goes viral, but just think about it, maybe it will last a month?  The first weeks is when everyone is really excited and then it slowly dies down and goes away completely like Hurricane Katrina.  That was an absolutely horrific event and everyone was pushing for help and that’s great, but what do you hear about it now?  The conditions down there are still awful, it’s not fixed for the few months we talked about it or even during the years that have gone by.  Those people still need help.  

The other thing that can happen to a movement is the only thought about it (I mean by the masses, stores, advertising, the majority public spreading the word)  during specific months like breast cancer awareness.  Every T.V. add says they’ll donate money to breast cancer research if you buy their product and you wear pink and there are walks and Twitter trends and Facebook statuses and then when that month is over, we wait another year for a mass movement for a cause.

Just because the social media, new media and advertising doesn’t talk about it anymore, doesn’t mean there still aren’t problems, the damage from Hurricane Katrina still needs to be fixed, people still are diagnosed Breast Cancer at times other than Breast Cancer Awareness month and the violence in places like Puerto Rico or even in Chicago is still just as bad as it was before. 

We all need to maintain that passion, get involved and spread the word.  Do you know a cancer survivor or victim?  Post a status on Facebook every now and then reminding people it is still an issue.  Do you hate animal abuse?  Find some local shelters!  You could donate, post a status, volunteer.  Do you know that some shelters, what they need are people to come in and play with the dogs and cats to socialize them?  Did you get out of a bad situation in a violent neighborhood? Find nonprofits there to talk about.  In Chicago, people in the suburbs don’t hear about those nonprofits because we don’t experience that violence.

Become passionate about something and don’t let it fade away because nothing changes.  Get some friends together and go volunteer or take a minute to share a status from a local charity or write your own instead of posting that you just woke up. 

I never knew how to channel my passions because I was all over the place, I wanted to help everyone everywhere.  Now I know what I want and I know how to help and have this burning passion that will never be extinguished when people stop talking about it.  Don’t let your passion come and go with fads, maintain it.

Listen, educate yourself, get involved, do something.