As you very well know (because the song has repeatedly told you for the past two weeks) that the ting tings refused to be called by the wrong name. Not that I actually enjoy being called "stacy" or "her" or even "triSHa." But the real difference between me and the ting tings is they make a big stink about the misperceptions, judgments, and flat out lies that others proclaim about them.
WOW we just got deep with the ting ting lyrics. Adam stop calling me emo!
Two summers ago, at The Oaks Camp the drama team preformed a skit that addresses this big-kid version of name calling: A girl stood on stage with a sign on her that said "slut." People walked by her calling her awful names. "whore" "hoe" "worthless" "trash." She looked down at her sign and decided that she must really be a "slut." Then this man walked in, wearing all white and tore her sign in half. He had a new sign for her. It said "daughter."
Within the last month I have had several heart breaking conversations, as well as encouraging conversations with women who struggle with self worth. (myself included- yes, conversations with myself). When we try to fit different roles and molds whether matching our standards or someone elses, we walk some fine lines of self definition and worth. Worth that guy's glance? Worth a picture comment on facebook? Worth anything more than a once over? A cat call? A good grade? A job? THAT'S NOT YOUR NAME!
I made a joke that my latest comeback will be "that's not my name."
Define it. And then work it like the Ting Tings.
1 comments:
YAYAYAYA I GOT A SHOUT OUT!
Allow me to contribute:
It makes me incredibly sad and angry when I see women who don't understand their worth. It's hard for me to understand, because I haven't really had such a hard time with it, but it legit breaks my heart when I see girls putting the worth in something other than God. We are all created in His image, and God made every girl fearfully beautiful - and I wish it were easier for girls to embrace that!
Bravo Hippy! I really like this one!
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