The Web-Series We Didn’t Know We Needed

Recently I was introduced to a web mini-series that, honestly, I don’t know how I was living without it: “Adult Wednesday Adams.” Just the title alone promises SUCH something awesome, and gets you SO excited, right?! But like if the idea alone wasn’t enough, the show was awesomely developed!

Basically, Melissa Hunter (You might recognize from the TV Show Cult, where she played Mary) took one of our favorite Adams’ character *cough* Wednesday *cough*, and placed her in completely ordinary situations. Normally that wouldn’t implicate much, but adding her morbid personality that we all know too well… Let’s just say the results are worth seeing.

And just to make sure you guys don’t miss it, I have the playlist of it right here. You’re welcome!

That time when I (accidentally) realized that I was proud of myself

There was nothing different about that day, nothing at all. I woke up as sleepy as any other day, dealt with misbehaving kids at work like always, and sat at home to write in an common cold afternoon in the middle of winter. I was writing an article about the story of How I Became a Feminist. It dragged me back to moments of personal struggle and, even though I didn’t quite understand it yet, growth.

By the time I made the decision of pulling myself together, I was feeling like I had wasted several relevant years of my life, the time when I should be building the foundations of “my empire” or whatever powerful person I should be becoming. Theoretically I knew I was young and had hopefully many decades of life ahead of me, but being surrounded in college by 19 year old seniors and entrepreneurs who knew exactly what they wanted and weren’t going to sleep until they had it, I felt that by not doing the same, and not being even close to it, I wouldn’t become anything for myself.

In the article I went chronologically, starting from my childhood and explaining all the events that led to me becoming the person that I am today. By the end of it, I stated that simple things that I took care of myself, and that can seem little to most people, “helped [greatly] to shape the person that I am today”. If I’m being completely honest, I chose to say that because it seemed like the right thing to say, but as I typed those words I realized the powerful truth they held.

In that moment I understood that the person I’ve become is strong, funny, confident, and smart. She isn’t afraid anymore of saying what she thinks and beliefs in, and is willing to fight for them. She doesn’t hide behind a shield of false safety (Mostly), and she isn’t afraid of making mistakes, because she’s learned that they are the proof of the fact that she is trying and not simply giving up.

I wish I had the words to describe exactly how empowering that feeling is, to be proud of yourself and how far you’ve come. I might have found what I’m passionate about a little later than a lot of people, but I have the satisfaction that even in those foggy times, I knew myself enough to not settle for things that didn’t feel right. I might not have been sure of a lot of things, and I mean a lot, but I did know with every fiber of my being that choosing something I didn’t absolutely love just for the sake of finishing college in a time frame that was considered acceptable, wasn’t worth my happiness and becoming a bitter and grumpy adult.

Tu derecho se termina donde empieza el de los demás

I know this is a controversial topic, so I’d appreciate if everyone respects my opinion the same way I do others. And please, ready everything before making any assumptions.

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Yes, I am a Feminist. I believe in gender equality, that women have the right to earn the same amount of pay for an amount of work as men do. I think that society gender roles are stupid, and we all can pitch in with expenses and house chores regardless of sex.

I am also against abortion.

Being a feminist I’ve struggled for years feeling that it meant I needed to be pro-choice… Except I’m not.

Self Portrait

With a cup of coffee in my hand a cautious step, I approached the full-length mirror that morning. I wondered how she would look this time, would our troubled roots be so deep down we’d need more time to reconcile?

You can only be genuinely happy when you’re free, and you can only be completely free when you are yourself. Because if you are not being yourself then you are dragging that around, with that weight holding you back you can’t be truly free, and if you don’t feel free, how can you be happy?

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Solo se puede ser genuinamente feliz cuando se es libre, y solo se puede ser completamente libre cuando se es uno mismo. Porque si no estás siendo tu mismo entonces cargas ese peso en tus hombros, con ese peso impidiéndote seguir adelante no puedes ser verdaderamente libre, y si no te sientes libre, ¿Cómo puedes ser feliz?

Normal is just an illusion.

“Normal is just an illusion, what is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.” — Morticia Addams.

Half of the people wants to be normal, the other half claims to be different. But truth is that we all have things in common, and things that differ from each other… And if that’s the case, we can’t be completely normal or completely different, can we?

So, to my understanding, what we really are is unique.

Now, think about it for a second. If we are all unique, wouldn’t that mean that we are all different, and at same time, the same, and by that, normal? So we are indeed normal, since being unique is what is common among human beings. 

We could go on and on, but does it truly matter?  

How I became a Feminist

It is greatly known that Latin American culture is mainly characterized by being very family oriented (very being an understatement in comparison to the north american ways). The family interactions are not limited to your immediate household, but you are constantly engaging with cousins and uncles and aunts and grandparents and their families, which to us, are our family too. And ever since I was a child growing up on the tropical Santo Domingo, I saw that most of them, and all around me, followed the same guideline: Men work and women take care of the house and their children. From that, I quickly picked up that there was a difference between how boys and girls were expected to act. Basically, one was taught to act and the other one to react, one to lead and the other one to follow… Can you guess who was which?  

Who is it that you love? (Short Story)

By the time I woke up, the sunlight coming through the window had been replaced by the ones from the moon and the city, and I could hear the sound of the traffic outside. Suddenly I felt a hand caressing my back, making me shiver.

Of course he knew I was awake.

Sports Illustrated first “Plus-size” Model.

I have been seeing this “breakthrough” from Sports Illustrated (A magazine marketed for men) EVERYWHERE this past few days, even in one of my favorite blogs, Hello Giggles. And I really, really need to take a moment and know I’m not going crazy here. Is it just me, or this beautiful woman is not a plus-size AT ALL?

I mean, I guess that if we take in count the magazine’s history with the type of models they feature, this is actually a good thing. But still, I can’t help but worry about the point where our perceptions about what plus-size actually is.

Here is what I picture when I think of a plus-size woman:

Or, even this:

All beautiful women. But this:

Is just a normal, every day, common size. This is Robyn Lawley,  the woman the magazine is featuring as a plus-size model.

We’ve been bombarded from media about perfect models and beachy bodies so much, that we’ve grown into the seeing a real and normal size women as plus size.

And that is just not okay.

Does this have to do with the fact that this magazine is directed to a male audience, and they need to keep on feeding their unrealistic fantasies in order to get the expected profit? I don’t know, probably. But it doesn’t change the fact that at the same time they feed insecurities to young women minds, and this just goes unnoticed like a thousand other things in the media.

 

A Role Player Diary: How it All Began.

Beneath our day to day lives and what we consider as common and real, there’s an underworld culture that not many know about: Role Play. With thousands of members from all over the world, this “perfect” reality just keeps growing. We all have different lives and come from different backgrounds, yet that one thing we share brought us together: We all have something in our reality we’re trying to escape from.