So it's been an uber long time since I've posted anything here, so firstly, sorry guys and gals.
Since I've last updated some exciting things have happened to me, the most recent of which is that as of yesterday (May 9th, 2013) I was invited to become a contributor for WhatCulture!.com!!!!
Seriously, I could not be more honored. I'm still spaced out. Today I pitched my first article, which was accepted, so now I'm working on it and . . . we'll see where it goes from there!
Kirk out.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Skinny People Problems
A very common misconception many people have is that if they could
just be thin, everything would be better. Less societal pressure, better
health, more self esteem, etc. and while all of this may be true, don’t
think being thin is always a walk in the park. Skinny folk have their
own stigmas to contend with.
[DISCLAIMER: I’m talking about people who are naturally thin, not those that are that way because of an eating disorder or some other illness. Nor am I in any way bashing people who aren’t thin.]
Problem is, in a society such as ours, where everyone seems to be obsessed with losing weight or being skinny, those of us who are that way can actually have it pretty bad. How so? Here are three things we as skinny people regularly have to put up with.
People Constantly Worry About You
I can kind of see the logic behind this one. If you’re skinny, you must not eat, if you don’t eat, you must be malnourished, if you’re malnourished, you must be on the verge of death.
There’s a problem with that line of thought. Just because a person is thin, it doesn’t mean they don’t eat. Which means they could, for all anyone else knows, be in peak physical condition. But because so many people struggle with their weight, they assume that if you’re skinny, you must be making some sort of sacrifice in the form of starving yourself to death (literally) or else you have some other problem because by golly, people don’t just come that way.
Never is this more apparent than when physical exertion is required. I can’t go up a freaking flight of stairs without somebody asking me if I need to take a break. People are extra careful around me, like I’m made out of glass or something. And for any able bodied person to be treated like they have just gotten over some type of strength sapping sickness all the time is annoying to the point of actual insanity. The last I checked, I hadn’t suffered from any type of muscular dystrophy. I can do just as much as the next guy. But because I’m thin, people assume that I need help lugging that big ol’ backpack around.
And it isn’t because I’m short, either. Know how I know?
I am, by anyone’s estimation, a little guy. I’m 5ft. 7 on a good day, I weigh 135 pounds, and with a metabolism as fast as mine the only way I can gain any substantial weight is if I’m carrying something heavy.
So this one time (how I begin all my stories) I was helping an older lady move. There were a few other guys there as well, and we were putting her furniture in the truck. Now, there was a TV, one of the older ones, not a flat screen. Me and this other guy – let’s call him Joe – go to lift it up. Next thing I know, a third guy rushes in and tells me to ‘let a bigger guy handle that’. Now I don’t feel like making a scene of the whole thing, so I shuffle away while Joe and the third guy carry the TV away. I am then handed a lamp and told to bring that, if I can manage.
Now, let’s examine Joe for a moment. I’m a good three inches taller than Joe, so it obviously wasn’t a height issue. Joe does, however, outweigh me by at least twenty pounds. So the exact reason I didn’t get to lift the TV was because the third guy assumed that because I was thin I couldn’t handle it (which, for the record, I totally could, but that’s neither here nor there). Is it a big deal? Not really, it happens all the time. Is it annoying? Yes, yes it is.
People Always Want to Feed You
I recently returned from an extended stay at my Grandmother’s house. Just a social visit, nothing more, at least for me. But do you know what one of her express goals was while I was there? To ‘fatten me up’. My first reaction was to feel exactly like a chicken being plumped so that I could be butchered and sold at some whole foods market. My second reaction was to shrug and say, ‘What the heck,” and just go with it.
To make a long story short, I stayed with my grandmother for a good three months, and every hour she would ask me if I ate. If I said no, she would use her grandmotherly powers to make me eat. Every hour. For three freaking months. I weighed myself before and after, and you know something? I didn’t gain an ounce. Not one little ounce.
I relate this tale to illustrate a point. When you’re thin, people always feel the need to come to your rescue, where ‘come to your rescue’ means pumping you so full of food that you quadruple in size. Everyone wants to feed you. This is awkward enough, but it gets worse, because it can go one of two ways. You can either (A) go along with it and accept whatever they give you, which may get people off your case, except now you have to eat it all, because they sure as heck will be watching to make sure you really do eat it and don’t sneak off to the bathroom and barf it all up. Which is probably what they think you’ll be doing anyway. Or, you have option (B), which is to politely decline, and watch as people try to reason with you, like they are literally trying to save your life. Eventually, they will stop trying, but the fact that they offered you food and you said no (“who does that?” they’ll be thinking) will reinforce the idea that something is wrong with you in their head. Because any normal person counts recreational eating among their list of favorite pastimes.
The issue with this is, there’s this thing called an appetite. It’s your body’s way of reminding you to nourish it. Appetites vary. Some people graze all day long, some people like to eat three square meals a day and no snacks, whatever. Skinny people have appetites too. And we listen to them. If it were telling me to eat right now, don’t you think I would be doing just that? Wouldn’t you? Who wouldn’t?
Thing is, for a while I bought into all of it. I started to believe that even though three different doctors have given me a clean bill of health, something really was wrong with me. There must be, right? So I tried, like, really tried, to gain weight. And it just didn’t work. Of course I quickly came to my senses and realized that there was no problem to be corrected, but imagine if I hadn’t. I could have so easily ended up being someone who was obsessed with calorie intake, developing a rigid eating schedule, always staring into mirrors and hating what I saw and jumping on scales after every meal. Sound familiar? It probably does if you have an eating disorder or a poor body image.
Luckily I haven’t fallen into that trap, but I could have. Anyone can, and lot’s of people do. And what makes it so difficult a thing to deal with is the fact that . . .
People Tease You
Hard to believe, right? Thin is treated like something to aspire to, right up there with youth and beauty, isn’t it? Nobody ever gets teased for being beautiful, do they?
I wouldn’t know, I’m not beautiful. But I am thin, and I can tell you, people will never let me forget it. I’ve been called everything from ‘a rake’ to ‘nothing but skin and bones’ to my personal favorite, ‘manorexic’. Because no harm ever came from accusing someone of having an eating disorder.
Some (well, a lot of) people would say “That’s nothing, just playful ribbing (pun intended), no harm in it.” For those who believe that, let’s look at it from a different angle. Suppose I was the opposite. Suppose I was overweight. Do you think the average person would feel justified in just walking up to me and saying “Geez, you’re huge; it’s called self-control, Captain Indulgence!” Even if this was said in jest, who wouldn’t think this person was a flaming you-know-what?
Funny thing is, this situation happens in reverse all the doodah time. Like, all of the time. Friends, family, people I don’t really know – all of them well meaning – will comment on how skinny I am and expect me to, I dunno, laugh along? “Geez, eat a sandwich!” or, “Somebody needs to feed you.” Or the one I hate the most, “I wish I could give you some of my weight.” That last one really pisses me off, for the simple and express reason that when people say this, it becomes apparent that they are no longer looking at the issue from a healthy perspective. The extra weight on most people is, not muscle, but fat. How on Earth would donating your fat to me help me? That was rhetorical, but I’m compelled to answer anyways. It wouldn’t. I’d be in worse shape.
Anyways, when people make these comments, even as a joke, nobody feels bad about it. Nobody feels as if anything wrong has been said. Nobody but me, that is. And don’t get me wrong, I can take a joke, and for the most part I don’t read into it. Sometimes I even laugh along. That part doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is the bigger issue that all this reveals. The media portrays thin as the norm. We all know that isn’t necessarily true. Rejecting that falsehood has become something of a common struggle in our society. The attitude people take is that it’s okay to have shape, it’s okay to not be thin. All of this is great, and all of this is true. The problem is that there’s some resentment being built up toward those of us who are naturally thinner. People see us as ‘them’, as part of the problem, when the truth is, it’s all just a matter of genetics. People like me don’t try to be thin, we aren’t slaves to the media, starving ourselves or going to other extreme lengths to be a size zero (I have no idea what the male equivalent of a size zero is). We eat, and some (most) of us eat a lot. But people don’t always see that, and that’s where the problems begin.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I mean, everybody’s got their own personal issues, plenty of which are worse than mine, blah, blah, blah. I get that, I am aware. I suppose that the point I’m trying to make is that no matter your situation, the grass is not always greener. Sometimes, when we get the things we want, the things we thought would solve all of our problems, we realize too late that all they do is hand us another, different crop of problems to deal with. So the next time you see someone who appears to be everything or something of what you wish you could be, remember, odds are they have just as many
hang-ups as you do, maybe even more.
And if it’s a skinny person, for God’s sake, don’t offer to buy them a cheeseburger.
[DISCLAIMER: I’m talking about people who are naturally thin, not those that are that way because of an eating disorder or some other illness. Nor am I in any way bashing people who aren’t thin.]
Problem is, in a society such as ours, where everyone seems to be obsessed with losing weight or being skinny, those of us who are that way can actually have it pretty bad. How so? Here are three things we as skinny people regularly have to put up with.
People Constantly Worry About You
I can kind of see the logic behind this one. If you’re skinny, you must not eat, if you don’t eat, you must be malnourished, if you’re malnourished, you must be on the verge of death.
There’s a problem with that line of thought. Just because a person is thin, it doesn’t mean they don’t eat. Which means they could, for all anyone else knows, be in peak physical condition. But because so many people struggle with their weight, they assume that if you’re skinny, you must be making some sort of sacrifice in the form of starving yourself to death (literally) or else you have some other problem because by golly, people don’t just come that way.
Never is this more apparent than when physical exertion is required. I can’t go up a freaking flight of stairs without somebody asking me if I need to take a break. People are extra careful around me, like I’m made out of glass or something. And for any able bodied person to be treated like they have just gotten over some type of strength sapping sickness all the time is annoying to the point of actual insanity. The last I checked, I hadn’t suffered from any type of muscular dystrophy. I can do just as much as the next guy. But because I’m thin, people assume that I need help lugging that big ol’ backpack around.
And it isn’t because I’m short, either. Know how I know?
I am, by anyone’s estimation, a little guy. I’m 5ft. 7 on a good day, I weigh 135 pounds, and with a metabolism as fast as mine the only way I can gain any substantial weight is if I’m carrying something heavy.
So this one time (how I begin all my stories) I was helping an older lady move. There were a few other guys there as well, and we were putting her furniture in the truck. Now, there was a TV, one of the older ones, not a flat screen. Me and this other guy – let’s call him Joe – go to lift it up. Next thing I know, a third guy rushes in and tells me to ‘let a bigger guy handle that’. Now I don’t feel like making a scene of the whole thing, so I shuffle away while Joe and the third guy carry the TV away. I am then handed a lamp and told to bring that, if I can manage.
Now, let’s examine Joe for a moment. I’m a good three inches taller than Joe, so it obviously wasn’t a height issue. Joe does, however, outweigh me by at least twenty pounds. So the exact reason I didn’t get to lift the TV was because the third guy assumed that because I was thin I couldn’t handle it (which, for the record, I totally could, but that’s neither here nor there). Is it a big deal? Not really, it happens all the time. Is it annoying? Yes, yes it is.
People Always Want to Feed You
I recently returned from an extended stay at my Grandmother’s house. Just a social visit, nothing more, at least for me. But do you know what one of her express goals was while I was there? To ‘fatten me up’. My first reaction was to feel exactly like a chicken being plumped so that I could be butchered and sold at some whole foods market. My second reaction was to shrug and say, ‘What the heck,” and just go with it.
To make a long story short, I stayed with my grandmother for a good three months, and every hour she would ask me if I ate. If I said no, she would use her grandmotherly powers to make me eat. Every hour. For three freaking months. I weighed myself before and after, and you know something? I didn’t gain an ounce. Not one little ounce.
I relate this tale to illustrate a point. When you’re thin, people always feel the need to come to your rescue, where ‘come to your rescue’ means pumping you so full of food that you quadruple in size. Everyone wants to feed you. This is awkward enough, but it gets worse, because it can go one of two ways. You can either (A) go along with it and accept whatever they give you, which may get people off your case, except now you have to eat it all, because they sure as heck will be watching to make sure you really do eat it and don’t sneak off to the bathroom and barf it all up. Which is probably what they think you’ll be doing anyway. Or, you have option (B), which is to politely decline, and watch as people try to reason with you, like they are literally trying to save your life. Eventually, they will stop trying, but the fact that they offered you food and you said no (“who does that?” they’ll be thinking) will reinforce the idea that something is wrong with you in their head. Because any normal person counts recreational eating among their list of favorite pastimes.
The issue with this is, there’s this thing called an appetite. It’s your body’s way of reminding you to nourish it. Appetites vary. Some people graze all day long, some people like to eat three square meals a day and no snacks, whatever. Skinny people have appetites too. And we listen to them. If it were telling me to eat right now, don’t you think I would be doing just that? Wouldn’t you? Who wouldn’t?
Thing is, for a while I bought into all of it. I started to believe that even though three different doctors have given me a clean bill of health, something really was wrong with me. There must be, right? So I tried, like, really tried, to gain weight. And it just didn’t work. Of course I quickly came to my senses and realized that there was no problem to be corrected, but imagine if I hadn’t. I could have so easily ended up being someone who was obsessed with calorie intake, developing a rigid eating schedule, always staring into mirrors and hating what I saw and jumping on scales after every meal. Sound familiar? It probably does if you have an eating disorder or a poor body image.
Luckily I haven’t fallen into that trap, but I could have. Anyone can, and lot’s of people do. And what makes it so difficult a thing to deal with is the fact that . . .
People Tease You
Hard to believe, right? Thin is treated like something to aspire to, right up there with youth and beauty, isn’t it? Nobody ever gets teased for being beautiful, do they?
I wouldn’t know, I’m not beautiful. But I am thin, and I can tell you, people will never let me forget it. I’ve been called everything from ‘a rake’ to ‘nothing but skin and bones’ to my personal favorite, ‘manorexic’. Because no harm ever came from accusing someone of having an eating disorder.
Some (well, a lot of) people would say “That’s nothing, just playful ribbing (pun intended), no harm in it.” For those who believe that, let’s look at it from a different angle. Suppose I was the opposite. Suppose I was overweight. Do you think the average person would feel justified in just walking up to me and saying “Geez, you’re huge; it’s called self-control, Captain Indulgence!” Even if this was said in jest, who wouldn’t think this person was a flaming you-know-what?
Funny thing is, this situation happens in reverse all the doodah time. Like, all of the time. Friends, family, people I don’t really know – all of them well meaning – will comment on how skinny I am and expect me to, I dunno, laugh along? “Geez, eat a sandwich!” or, “Somebody needs to feed you.” Or the one I hate the most, “I wish I could give you some of my weight.” That last one really pisses me off, for the simple and express reason that when people say this, it becomes apparent that they are no longer looking at the issue from a healthy perspective. The extra weight on most people is, not muscle, but fat. How on Earth would donating your fat to me help me? That was rhetorical, but I’m compelled to answer anyways. It wouldn’t. I’d be in worse shape.
Anyways, when people make these comments, even as a joke, nobody feels bad about it. Nobody feels as if anything wrong has been said. Nobody but me, that is. And don’t get me wrong, I can take a joke, and for the most part I don’t read into it. Sometimes I even laugh along. That part doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is the bigger issue that all this reveals. The media portrays thin as the norm. We all know that isn’t necessarily true. Rejecting that falsehood has become something of a common struggle in our society. The attitude people take is that it’s okay to have shape, it’s okay to not be thin. All of this is great, and all of this is true. The problem is that there’s some resentment being built up toward those of us who are naturally thinner. People see us as ‘them’, as part of the problem, when the truth is, it’s all just a matter of genetics. People like me don’t try to be thin, we aren’t slaves to the media, starving ourselves or going to other extreme lengths to be a size zero (I have no idea what the male equivalent of a size zero is). We eat, and some (most) of us eat a lot. But people don’t always see that, and that’s where the problems begin.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I mean, everybody’s got their own personal issues, plenty of which are worse than mine, blah, blah, blah. I get that, I am aware. I suppose that the point I’m trying to make is that no matter your situation, the grass is not always greener. Sometimes, when we get the things we want, the things we thought would solve all of our problems, we realize too late that all they do is hand us another, different crop of problems to deal with. So the next time you see someone who appears to be everything or something of what you wish you could be, remember, odds are they have just as many
hang-ups as you do, maybe even more.
And if it’s a skinny person, for God’s sake, don’t offer to buy them a cheeseburger.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Sorry!
So it's been a ridiculously long time since I've posted. Sorry guys (please forgive me)...
Anywho, I've been super busy lately (writing, of course) and after months of working I can happily say that as of right now I have completed the first draft of my manuscript (the one I've been working on for like a hundred years now). Yay!
Also, I've started a series of short stories as well. It started as a way to distance myself from my manuscript for a while (before I have to go in and retool the whole blasted thing!), but it has actually blossomed into a seperate project in and of itself. Weird, uh?
Oh well... so, for those of you who'd be interested in reading some of it (it's a series of short stories, don't worry) click here. The link will open in a new tab to the blog I've set up for this little side project of mine.
If you like it, send me a holler (or a small whelp) I'd love to hear from you!
Kirk out--
Anywho, I've been super busy lately (writing, of course) and after months of working I can happily say that as of right now I have completed the first draft of my manuscript (the one I've been working on for like a hundred years now). Yay!
Also, I've started a series of short stories as well. It started as a way to distance myself from my manuscript for a while (before I have to go in and retool the whole blasted thing!), but it has actually blossomed into a seperate project in and of itself. Weird, uh?
Oh well... so, for those of you who'd be interested in reading some of it (it's a series of short stories, don't worry) click here. The link will open in a new tab to the blog I've set up for this little side project of mine.
If you like it, send me a holler (or a small whelp) I'd love to hear from you!
Kirk out--
Monday, February 27, 2012
Pitchapalooza!
So this past Saturday I went to a Pitchapalooza!!! What on Earth is a Pitchapalooza, you ask? Well, it was (as I found out when I got there) a chance for local aspiring authors to pitch their story ideas to a panel of judges, all of whom have experience in the publishing world. It was described on the website as 'American Idol for writers'. If your name was drawn from the hat, you had one minute to complete your pitch, at which point the judges would give you feedback. The winner got to be introduced to an agent in their genre. Awesome, right? It was!
Funny thing was that I never intended to enter. I just came to watch, listen and learn. Mostly because I don't like the pitching your idea method (I prefer the query synopsis type exposure). But when I got to the door, the lady asked for my name, so I had no choice.
So there I sat with about fifty other authors, enjoying the experience. Ten pitches in, I got the feeling that maybe, just maybe I should have something ready, just in case I got picked. So I scratched together a little pitch based on the rough draft of my query letter. And wouldn't you know it, a few minutes later, they called my name!
Long story short, I did my pitch, they loved it, I got valuable insider advice. I didn't win the Pitchapalooza, but I did get some networking in. All in all, wonderful experience. Check out the link for more details about the Indie Author Publishing Conference!
Funny thing was that I never intended to enter. I just came to watch, listen and learn. Mostly because I don't like the pitching your idea method (I prefer the query synopsis type exposure). But when I got to the door, the lady asked for my name, so I had no choice.
So there I sat with about fifty other authors, enjoying the experience. Ten pitches in, I got the feeling that maybe, just maybe I should have something ready, just in case I got picked. So I scratched together a little pitch based on the rough draft of my query letter. And wouldn't you know it, a few minutes later, they called my name!
Long story short, I did my pitch, they loved it, I got valuable insider advice. I didn't win the Pitchapalooza, but I did get some networking in. All in all, wonderful experience. Check out the link for more details about the Indie Author Publishing Conference!
Monday, February 6, 2012
Red
My life has now no meaning but is frought with endless woe
for my eyes once drank of beauty that they now shall never know
the one who once was life herself has long since gone from me
her memory a pang of death that I forever grieve
Her skin a liquid alabaster formed of fluid grace
the aura of perfection emanated from her face
I prayed to hold her hand in mine the velvet of her touch
just once to know her flawless smile I longed her lips to brush
Her presence more intoxicating then the sweetest wine
her every phrase melodious a symphony sublime
her hair of auburn silk her eyes an iridescent jade
the air thick with her fragrance was a toxin in my veins
She knew not of the torment she inflicted on my being
she is the fiercest nightmare most entrancing of my dreams
but now our chance encounter ends abruptly as begun
the light she shown extinguished so to darkness I now p
l
u
n
g
e
for my eyes once drank of beauty that they now shall never know
the one who once was life herself has long since gone from me
her memory a pang of death that I forever grieve
Her skin a liquid alabaster formed of fluid grace
the aura of perfection emanated from her face
I prayed to hold her hand in mine the velvet of her touch
just once to know her flawless smile I longed her lips to brush
Her presence more intoxicating then the sweetest wine
her every phrase melodious a symphony sublime
her hair of auburn silk her eyes an iridescent jade
the air thick with her fragrance was a toxin in my veins
She knew not of the torment she inflicted on my being
she is the fiercest nightmare most entrancing of my dreams
but now our chance encounter ends abruptly as begun
the light she shown extinguished so to darkness I now p
l
u
n
g
e
Friday, February 3, 2012
Villians
You know my favorite characters? Villians!
More specifically, antagonists. Antagonists drive the story forward, pushing the protagonist toward his/her goal, effectively shaping the protagonist along the way. To be a hero requires villians, and to create a decent protagonist requires an equal antagonist, and I love that dynamic.
I always wondered why villians like Magneto (X-Men), or Darth Vader (Star Wars prequel trilogy) or even Lex Luthor (the Smallville version) appealed to me more than the cookie-cutter 'take over the Earth' types.
I have the most fun reading about antagonists that aren't evil or bad in and of themselves, but that gradually grow to do bad things because they think it's right. I think in today's world, that's the more believable type.
That gradual fall from grace is fun to write. Because we can relate, because we can sympathize. And it makes that moment when the hero and the villian clash that much more poignant.
More specifically, antagonists. Antagonists drive the story forward, pushing the protagonist toward his/her goal, effectively shaping the protagonist along the way. To be a hero requires villians, and to create a decent protagonist requires an equal antagonist, and I love that dynamic.
I always wondered why villians like Magneto (X-Men), or Darth Vader (Star Wars prequel trilogy) or even Lex Luthor (the Smallville version) appealed to me more than the cookie-cutter 'take over the Earth' types.
I have the most fun reading about antagonists that aren't evil or bad in and of themselves, but that gradually grow to do bad things because they think it's right. I think in today's world, that's the more believable type.
That gradual fall from grace is fun to write. Because we can relate, because we can sympathize. And it makes that moment when the hero and the villian clash that much more poignant.
First Post EVER!!!
Yeah, so as the title suggests, this is my very first blog post! Yippie Ki Yi Yay!!!
Anyways, welcome. Let's get the basics out of the way.
My name is James Ramos. I'm a twenty-two year old student living in Phoenix, Arizona. I'm also an aspiring writer. Which brings us to the point of this blog: to share some of my writing with the world at large (or, whoever reads this anyways).
That said, in the next couple of days I'll be posting some short story segments. For starters. After that, who knows, check back for updates!
P.S. Follow me and I'll follow you (unless you post smut. I hate smut).
Kirk out.
Anyways, welcome. Let's get the basics out of the way.
My name is James Ramos. I'm a twenty-two year old student living in Phoenix, Arizona. I'm also an aspiring writer. Which brings us to the point of this blog: to share some of my writing with the world at large (or, whoever reads this anyways).
That said, in the next couple of days I'll be posting some short story segments. For starters. After that, who knows, check back for updates!
P.S. Follow me and I'll follow you (unless you post smut. I hate smut).
Kirk out.
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