Sunday, June 15, 2008
Heartbreaker, You Got the Best of Me
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
What are you going to do with it...?
Someone once said, “Ignorance is bliss.” For those of us who are blessed with the opportunity to learn and be educated, we are unfortunately—or fortunately—bound to becoming an asset to our community and to thinking on a more global level…as opposed to being selfish and narcissistic and living only in the world directly around us. When I was in tenth grade, I was identified as an “outstanding leader in my community and school.” Because of this I was granted to opportunity to attend the Hugh O’Brian Youth Leadership seminar in
Time passed, college came and went, grad school took me to another part of the country, I made the “big move”—and, through being so absorbed in my studies and “life” in general, I began to forget my importance to society. It became a lot more about “me” again and my HOBY enthusiasm became a dim light in my past—which was exactly what I didn’t want to happen, and was exactly what I preached others not to let life do to those who have so much to give.
So, here I was: 25 years old, two jobs, and no time for anything else in my schedule—and I decided it was time to get back to my HOBY roots and volunteer for the 2008 seminar. I couldn’t wait to cheer and meet my kids and gain back that enthusiasm I was so longing for... I couldn’t wait to see the look on everyone’s faces after they came home from the mock legislature or their community service project… I couldn’t wait to feel a sense of accomplishment on the last day when my kids didn’t want to leave and were so electrified with the HOBY spirit! …However, this year was a bit different for me. This year, I felt all of those things—but, I also felt a little more. This year, with some enlightenment from a friend, I realized that I had a new understanding of the question we asked our ambassadors on the final day of HOBY; that question was, “What are you going to do with it?” When I was a tenth grader confronted by this question, it meant something to me that was something very different than what it meant to me as a 25 year old. You see, at first glance, volunteering in your community, getting involved in your school, and joining organizations is only the first step. Because, after you’ve done all of those things—you’ve only begun the first step in becoming a leader. It’s not just about using your passions for the betterment of the greater good, but it is also absolving to be one of the greater good and pushing your limits daily in order to create change. Now, there is no step by step program for this… and I’m still not exactly sure where this enlightenment will take me, but, I’ve come to a point where there is no going back. I want to no longer be on the track to becoming a pawn to pop culture and the game of life, I want to take life by storm (!) and create my realities and opportunities for the common good.
Funnily enough, on my trek home from HOBY I happened to be on the subway and—because my ipod ran out of batteries—I was not listening to the noise of the latest pop song, but instead I was observant and open to what was going on around me. After about five minutes, I noticed a quote on one of the advertisement panels at the top of the train. (In an effort to educate, the
“There are roughly three
So, what am I going to do with it, you may ask? For now, I am ready to get back to being a part of my global and local community, I am a ready for change, and I am ready to take my passions and my reignited HOBY flame and find my place not only in this big city, but in this big country, this big world.
Monday, May 12, 2008
A New York Minute - shorter than you think
And, in this city, I need all the help I can get.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Nobody's Gonna Rain on My Parade
Monday, April 21, 2008
Blonde Widow
When I first decided to pluck the hair of my widow’s peak, I didn’t really think[1] about the consequences of my actions. I didn’t really think about the severe hardships that growing a widow’s peak back in would eventually incur in my life. And, I didn’t really think about the fact that growing a widow’s peak back in would require me at some point to dye my hair BROWN.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with what exactly a widow’s peak is, I would like to take this opportunity to educate you. A widow’s peak, as described from the invaluable source, Answers.com is, “A V-shaped point formed by the hair near the top of the human forehead.” About six years ago, in a tremendous hair bout, I decided I would pluck a little bit of the hair in my widow’s peak (which by the way was hardly a widow’s peak at all). So, I did it. Some moments later, I began to see that by simply plucking my hair line I had truly made a mess of my life. From that day on, about every four to five days, I would have to add plucking my widow’s peak to my grooming routine. Often, weeks would go by when I would neglect the “peak” and would hear puzzled inquires from my loved ones such as, “what is that thing..?” and “… ya got something on your forehead.” Of course, I would briskly dismiss these formalities with a simple “I don’t know what you’re talking about” and try to change the subject. Years went by. Years of plucking.
Finally I realized that I couldn’t go through my entire life plucking my widow’s peak… I mean, how far could I take this one? Marriage? Children? I could just hear myself screaming to my kids downstairs, “Stop crying!! Mommy has to just pluck her godd**m widow’s peak and then we can have ice cream with rainbow sprinkles!!” Wow.
So, I decided to quit cold turkey. Unfortunately, my hair was blonde and my widow’s peak was a tad darker. And by a “tad darker” I mean my widow’s peak was black--- and that was when I realized that I had only one choice: to dye my hair dark.
I had made a mistake like this before one hot summer eve at my college alma mater, but how quickly we forget how minute changes in our physical appearance can affect our lives. Needless to say, I became a “pretty” brunette and my widow’s peak grew a little longer…. But, at the end of the day, I was never and could never be a brunette. And, after four whole months of “doing my time” as my wise friend once explained to me, I was done. DONE. (Yeah, I know that’s not the correct usage of the word, I know it should be finished, but “finished” doesn’t quite explain how I felt about being brunette).
So, I made the appointment, dropped the $400, (was unhappy and went back two days later to become more blonde—right, of course) and finally I was me again. Me.
My name is Suzanne, and I am not—and will never be —a brunette… I am a blonde. So,
...we haven’t even met yet.
(as for the widow’s peak, she's doing well, but I’ll keep you updated).
[1] All italicized phrases to be performed in a classic voice impersonation of Dame Barbara Streisand.
My Favorite Pinksweater
Bring It On
That is, it's undeniable that New York City is a veritable "best-of capital" of the world. Arguably, NYC is home to the best food, the best nightlife, the best art, the best theater, the best music, the best fashion, the best ________. Fill in the blank. Chances are New York City is at the top of the list; or at least pretty close. And in housing all of these "bests", NYC, in some way, houses the best people in the world.
This was my logic. I thought, if I could be amongst the best, I would become the best. I would find a great job. I would find cultural edification. And, there was also the issue of love. I thought, with statistical certainty, there would be a greater volume of queer people in New York City. And there wouldn't be as much ingrained racism in the dating-culture in New York; the people there were more worldly and wouldn't look at me differently for being brown-skinned. The numbers would be in my favor in New York City.
On September 11, 2007, a day marred with the memory of destruction and violence, my two best friends and I moved to Manhattan. It was, no exaggeration, a dream come true.
"Here I am, New York City," I thought. "Bring on the energy. Bring on the people. Bring on the Life."
It has been seven months now. I can't say nothing has happened. I got a great job with a major pharmaceutical company. I'm almost sure that wouldn't have happened if I wasn't in New York. I worked at Dolce & Gabbana. I met some great people. I got some amazing clothes. I went to a few memorable parties. I essentially got everything I wanted. But for the past few weeks, I've been wondering, "Is this all?"
I wondered, "where's the feeling of excitement that used to seem synonymous with this city? Where's the feeling of certainty that I'm spending the days of my precious youth prudently? And, where's my great transforming love?"
But the truth is, I was being hasty. Like the buds appearing on trees, I've been finding traces of hopefulness surfacing in myself after a very long absence (one that extended far past the onset of last winter). And my questions were good; they have kept me treading on the path towards contentment and self-betterment. If I got everything I wanted now; what kind of story would that be?
I'll tell you: a mighty boring one.
The question is not, "Is this all"? The question is, "Where do I look next?" Because, what is the most remarkable thing about New York City and its "bests", is the assurance of limitless chance. Anything is possible. Anything.
And that is the answer to my first two questions. Excitement is the feeling of liveliness in the light of possibility. Sometimes our dreams come true and in their wake, we forget what they have afforded us. Now that I live in New York City, it's harder to recognize it, but nothing has changed: New York still remains a pressure-cooker filled with millions of rare and high-quality molecules waiting to react. I have to keep reminding myself of that. And of course, providing myself with the most opportunity possible is reason enough to feel certain of the prudent use of my youth.
As far as "transforming love" goes; well damn girl, I love New York City a whole lot. But I don't know if she's going to cut it. I'll have to get back to you on this one. For the time being, 2 out of 3 ain't bad.
With my eyes open, and my blessings counted, I feel like I'm on my way. So I'll say it again:
Here I am, New York. Bring on the energy. Bring on the people. Bring on the Life.