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Thoughts about weight, ice cream, and how men treat women… 

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As some people who follow our blog might know, I work in an ice cream shop. Last night we were very busy and on two occasions, I noticed something happen with customers. In the first exchange, there was a family with two teenaged daughters, a mother and father. One of my coworkers was jotting down their order while I worked on scooping my own. The daughter ordered a cone with, maybe, two scoops? And the father turns to her and declares, “You’d better fit in that five hundred dollar prom gown I bought you.” The girl said nothing, and her sister cut in with, “Dad, she’ll fit!” If that girl went home and made herself throw up, or at least was completely unable to enjoy her dessert, I wouldn’t be surprised. The man the words came from wasn’t much of a trim athlete himself, and she was honestly gorgeous and fit, so… well. Fuck him.

Next there was a couple that I served. I passed out their sundae and cone and the man turned to the wife (who was a few feet away) and called to her, “I think somebody’s going to have to run a few miles tomorrow!” She couldn’t hear him, so he repeats this to her three times before she nods and responds with a half-hearted, “Yeah.”

Where do men (nay, people in general) get off telling women how to live their lives, what to eat, how to eat it, what to wear and how clothes should look on their bodies? It’s a wonder that society seems so puzzled about eating disorders when we have douchebags attached to girls saying things that make them feel beyond insecure. Now, you could argue that in the second case, she could just dump the man (never mind the fact that they might live together, may have been married, etc…)- but in the first instance, that girl presumably lives with her father and has been since birth, and will until she hopefully moves out. So, she’s stuck with this hyper-critical voice of a man who has no idea what power his words carry. 

From personal experience, nothing made me feel worse than when my dad would grin, pinch my side and chuckle, “You’re getting a belly there, kiddo.” At the time, I was crushed. Now, I wouldn’t care very much and would call him out— I mean, I love my tummy and my goofy-ass dad. But, for the average girl who is unexposed to fat acceptance, indeed, to the average girl who isn’t even fat and just needs to hear about BODY acceptance, no matter how sweet their father/brother/whoever is, the jokes those men make are serious. 

I hope those girls enjoyed their ice cream. I mean, we make some quality shit. And I hope they could get ready for bed, look in the mirror, and see the same beautiful women that I saw. -A

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I wouldn’t give up a liberal arts education for anything. I wouldn’t. I love being able to have a Theatre class with math majors and a math class full of arts-oriented people. I love being able to take any class I want in Gender Studies, Cinema & Media Studies, History, French, Religious Studies, Jewish Studies, and even Phys Ed regardless of my major. I love that we have majors like LLS, Big Problems, and Fundamentals. I do. 

But the way certain econ and science students react when you even bring up an arts assignment is really problematic. Example:

A girl in my dorm was carrying a traffic cone. I asked her what it was for. She said it was for a Visual Arts assignment. She needed to collect six orange objects. This was followed by the expected sarcastic ohhhh life as an arts major is sooooo hard response from a pre-med girl.

I’m sorry but why can’t collecting orange objects be just as meaningful as your problem set? I know it’s easy hear that and immediately think of your labs and discussions and exams. And I won’t fight you on that. But to dismiss art so completely is a dangerous thing.

I suppose it’s good that I’m getting exposed to this attitude (not that I haven’t encountered it before) because I’m sure I’ll see plenty of it in the future. And I firmly believe that the solution (at least for me) is not to lock myself away in a conservatory and shut out all exposure to different things.

I think the only real solution is to teach the arts more often and sooner. Teach children that chorus is not a soft option class and that band is just as cool as basketball. Teach children that science, math, and engineering are all very important and interesting things worthy of time, energy, and homework but SO ARE THE HUMANITIES AND THE ARTS. But I’m just as tired of seeing college students dismiss the arts and literature and other fields that won’t directly funnel in to professional school or a job as I was of high school students dismissing close reading as irrelevant. It’s so so dangerous to the future of our schools, culture, and yes even the economy.

But all I see is decreased funding for the arts and humanities. And it’s sad. It only creates a future where the theatre and museums and concerts and art house films are regarded as frivolous, pretentious, elite, and wasteful. And they’re not. They’re just not. It’s true that I could more directly help people by studying medicine or even public policy or education. But I’ve seen the arts help people. I’ve seen kids who have very little good happening in their lives be supported and enriched by the theatre. I’ve seen kids who thought they had no talent at anything within the walls of the school be encouraged and inspired by classical music. I’ve seen art do things that medicine can’t. So we need one just as much as the other. And you know what? We need artists practicing medicine and doctors engaging in the arts. 

I suppose this would be a good thought to mention on an arts admin interview (if I ever get one………..)

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