Cinematic Feminism gathers St. Ed's students

There is no greater way to spend the summer, in my opinion, than going through the Everest-size rack of movies in your living room and watching each and every single one. Movies, for some, can stir up all kinds of memories. You got your first kiss during Zoolander, you cried the hardest during Million Dollar Baby. Whatever the story, movies have an overwhelming hold on our emotions.
One movie that stuck out in my collection this summer was Iron Jawed Angels. I ended up watching it three times.
The film didn't stir up any memories but it did put into perspective the memory some women had over eighty years ago: getting the vote. And yet, the strong beats of the music, the nature of the characters, and the angles of the camera which gave off a modern flare, made it seem that women today just received it. That I just received it. A woman my age can watch and feel empowered, even if we've had the right to vote our entire life.
A small group of St. Edward's University students are celebrating women this week and gathering to watch the movie. It's a small gesture for feminism, but it's comforting, I'm sure, to know that even those who didn't have to fight, are still grateful of the outcome.

Carrot Top VS An Olympian

America is by no doubts a fame-driven society. Our culture is obsessed with people who we imagine to be just like us, only better. They have what we want: talent, money, and a fan base, and we're fascinated by that. But what at one point was expressed through a gentle, applauding nature has now gone down the drain.
Thanks to "journalists" at TMZ, celebrities are comparable to sideshow freaks.
Even Shawn Johnson, who took home the silver medal in overall gymnastics no more than three weeks ago, who rose to fame and adoration, who accomplished far more than almost anyone her age, has since been ridiculed for what else? Her looks.
TMZ of course snapped back with "No one complained when we made fun of carrot top." Which floors me because, well, who wouldn't want to have what carrot top has.
What I wonder is if the motive behind making people who have what we desire is to make them look undesirable.
What drives our obsessive nature with things we want to have and people we want to be is the self-conscious way of life that is so inescapable. It fuels our economy, it fuels our decisions, and it fuels TMZ.