Archive for January, 2006

stereotypes?

Sunday, January 22nd, 2006

currently thinking: (aimlessly)

question in hand: can there ever be an entirely untrue stereotype?

wot the fuck is a stereotype anyways.  and isnt classifying a stereotype, stereotyping in itself. 

oh boh-jeesus.  this is drivin me nutting nuts

well, from a neutral acedemic standpoint,

Stereotypes are considered to be a group concept, held by one social group about another. They are often used in a negative or prejudicial sense and are frequently used to justify certain discriminatory behaviours. More benignly, they may express sometimes-accurate folk wisdom about social reality.

Often, a stereotype is a negative caricature or inversion of some positive characteristic possessed by members of a group, exaggerated to the point where it becomes repulsive or ridiculous.

if i remember correctly, and yes i normally do,

Stereotype production is based on ; Simplification, Exaggeration or distortion, Generalization and/or a Presentation of cultural attributes as being ‘natural’.

on the contrary, socially more so,

Stereotypes are seen by many as undesirable beliefs which can be altered through education and/or familiarization. However, stereotypes need not be confined to negative characterizations about individuals or groups, and can thus have positive characterizations.
There are also genuinely positive stereotypes about groups. Some groups have, as a deliberate political strategy, tried to evolve new genuine positive stereotypes for themselves.

on another note, i highly recommend john grays "men are from mars and women are from venus".  cos he discusses men and women as though they are stereotypical hybrids of any all-american soap you watch on your telly.  funny, though it makes me wonder, if the claim of "we are indeed unigue individuals" is true (or partually) why is it that we often choose to conform every way we can to fit into the societal mould of the percieved ideal?

do we choose to do so?

or is it already in our being to be like everyone else.  well, it seems these days as we mature from cavemen to "cave"-conquerers that mediocrity thrives more than anything else. 

hypothetically speaking, it lasts years and years and have given birth to sterotypes over the ages, and now, more so in the media, our family, our daily lives.  to the point, im intrigued to the point of blatantly adressing it.

ok, bah.  ive been thinking enough.

(inserted 2 hours of pondering)

later on….

interestingly,

when it comes down to it, I mean really, words are just stereotypes, too. The act of naming, of representing something - it anchors a thing/person/group/concept to a set of characteristics (read: a definition) and a corresponding word (read: a stereotype).

We stereotype wooden things with four legs and a top as table;

we stereotype a creature with two legs, two arms and a face like ours as human.

for months, before, ive stereotyped a creature w two legs, two arms, a face like ours,

and

a penis, as an asshole.

This is why things that push the edge of our stereotype boundaries are disconcerting: upended boxes as tables (warren would say in his mahai tai kor, kanasai im too up-end /west-end glory that, "that’s not a table, that’s a box");

or more lucidly, that repressed disgust at mangled human faces, mangled limbs, mental patients in a cushioned "box" we’d given to call a "room", (another pushing boundary),  that we struggle to call human. Artificial intelligence. Fetuses. Things that hover on the cusp of disorder.

ive figured out that maybe,

its because words, like stereotypes, try to harness the world into order. We’ve an inherent need to categorize.

"this wan too short, this wan too fat, ah dat wan too thin, too tall, too smart, too black too white".

ive realised in my discussion recently, that many of us have fallen prey to this categorization.  i like to call it "black-white-zation".

why is it so though, i mean we are all smart enough to realise the grey areas that hover below and above this branding…then why so hard to live life in the monochrome sometimes.

cos it just is.

black and white is easier.  who the hell wants a maybe for an answer?

"will you go out w me? ".  maybe.

fuck you, you stupid mook.

"will you have sex w me, in a black thong, suspenders and a nurse outfit and spank me w a spanking board?" maybe.  well, thats still up for debate.  a yes or no, might mar the surprise.

ok like i was saying.

categorization is much easier init, as weve all discovered while studying math at warwick, stats programming, stochastic processes, probability or stats anything will be a living hell if it wasnt for categorisation.

yea la. yea la.

and most importanly ive come to a conclusion that..

And it’s in this way, I realize, that stereotypes can never be entirely untrue: because like everything else they’re temporal.

If enough things start to emerge on the edges of the stereotype, we reorder.

(i wonder though, if there is some math behind it to how and when we reorder?, if anyone is willing to work on that contact me asap)

yea, reordering takes time.  a lot, dunno how much.

It takes time (the world isn’t flat - that characteristic was forced out over a couple of centuries), but it seems we move towards an increasingly accurate representation of everything: an eschatology of total naming. (go google that up, its well good shit).

or if you do math or like math, then look at it from an analysis I point of view:

weve learnt that in a number scale, you can never truly reach that number, there are infinite ways to divide up the scale, a subgrouping within subgrouping, like the theory of convergence, but you will never hit zero. or any other infinite number floating around in the universal echelon set.  you can try,  but believe me, if stephen hawkings tried it and failed

so, dont you come fuck w me.

Stereotypes are interims, what we make do with in lieu of perfect representation. I mean, that’s the meaning of a stereotype, right? that it’s, you know, mostly true?

or is that just a stereotype, too?

aiyo. im scared now, i wanna go back to warwick and ask my analysis teacher wot he thinks.  maybe i will conduct some research on the whole infinigram of stereotypes and come back again on it.

but, for now, fuck the media and all their air brushing high tech kani-nya machines cos they make stereotypes appear so damn hot. 

the new era.

Thursday, January 12th, 2006

i have slept a total of 2 hours last night.

im well pissed.  and its making me pissed off that im pissed for no good/remote reason.  i just am.  and sugar aint helping the situation any more. 

i think its mainly the fact that im bored out of my mind most days w not much direction for the next year.  when i mean direction i mean studies.

its come to a point ive realised that art for me is no more than a hobby.  its not a passion, and as sadistic as it may come across, i can only draw immaculately when i am depressed.  and im not. well, any more. 

in the course of 2 months i manage to chut out only one good drawing. 

one that took me much effort, irritation and a pack of ciggarettes to finish.  and the end result, its sitting in a plastic overlap in the middle of zains table, rotting and not doing much as we speak.  the surge to create magnificent art and paintings have dissipated into cigarette ash for me.  wot has replaced it, well we all know, im like a fucking chimney now, and on top of that a collosal appettite for ramli burgers and sex.  look man, ive jsut lost all sense of frame and direction not jsut here, but in my everyday life

hence brings me to my other point, how the fuck am i goin to handle my future let alone get there in proper direction. if i cant even get through the day without being entraped in a dubious state of mind.  i cant even write properly anymore.  ive realised my posts dont make much fucking sense, and my intelligence levels have plummetted akin to the way my bodys insulin is sucking up my fucking blood sugar.  which means in 5 mins im going to revert of well pissy princess.  and im not fond of that,

no one fucking is.

esp. the guy who lets me chew on his finger like a crocodile when i sleep.

now this entire hoo haa is of a bit of relevance in that ive finally (or at least by a 0.95 probability in the preference curve to study/or to bum)  sussed out that im going to be taking a psychology major w econs minor at HELP for the time being. 

just to satisfy my ardent curiousity towards the world of neurotics, manic depressives, family psychology, substance abuse and lots more.

jsut so that i can use my brain for more productive purposes.

just so that i can keep occupied and not cook up a non existent problem w myslef, my boyfirend, my friends, immediate family jsut cos im bored and i lvoe to stir shit, (not literally)

just so i can finally have a bit of a social life and not sit at home like a sad fuck and smoke my night away when im under house arrest by my mother

just so that i can shut the fuck up and say "im doing something that intrigues me out of my panties" (assuming i am wearing some)  instead of badgering certain somebodies about how: 

im 56kg and like look like a whale/beluga/dugong/panda

my arse is to be donated to calista flockhart immediately

i hate my "fat genes" w a vengeance

i look like a pufferfish.

*****

any ways, psychology is well good.  ive been told there are a bunch of neurotics and ppl a little fucked up in the head in the psychology dept. 

but so wot, i reckon i could blend in pretty well.

after all its these people that make life all the more intriguing w a pinch of salt. 

im telling you this world would just be a dull fucked up land if it werent for

musicians

artists

scientists,

writers

mathematicians. 

and most of them (im talking about teh ones worth mentioning) and fucked up in more ways than one.

and id like to eventually become each and every one of them at least once in my life time.  that would be well cool and near feasible if i work at it………………………………………………………………………..

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starting now. yea i just made up my mind

you be the judge.  i feel like im currently in a situation, which somewot mirrors the season 2 of O.C when seth cohen is hung up over summer and cannot stop talking about her.  he finally agrees to give up, and starts dating again.  but the cohens stop to tell him maybe he should slow things down a little.  maybe give it some time. 

he replies

"would you rather me move on, welcome the new era and go for the shenenigan

or

TALK ABOUT SUMMER"

(******insert :awkard silence for 5 seconds)

cheers to the new era.