Showing posts with label empowerment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label empowerment. Show all posts

Saturday, May 25, 2013

The Nature Vs. Nurture Debate For Where We Are Now



There's a longtime debate in the fields of human development and psychology about the dominating power of nature vs. nurture. The nature vs. nurture debate asks whether it's more our environments or who we intrinsically are that determines our personality and who we become. While there are ardent arguments on both sides, the consensus often comes down to people believing it's a mix of both.

In a week of thinking about who we are in relation to people's opinions, I couldn't help but bridge that with this idea. I was at Starbucks with one of my best friends once and we started talking about our current classes. Winter quarter, I took "Social Psychology" and I brought up how I was a little appalled at the response I'd gotten from a professor on a journal assignment.

We were to read about the Stanford Prison Experiment, where the original intent of psychologists was to study the mindset of people in prison, but the acting "guards" and "prisoners" behavior ended up begging questions of how people can be drastically changed by their environments, doing things they never would have dreamed of; the volunteer "guards" of the prison had their morality, it seemed, whisked away by power, while "prisoners" had found themselves reduced to learned helplessness.

One of the questions presented to us was, "What kind of guard would you be and how can you be sure?" I responded that no one can ever be sure, but when we don't have guidelines (as the guards were given no guidelines on prisoners' treatment or on executing the "prison" system), that's when our personality comes out. For that, I'd like to believe that I would be a fair guard, not succumbing to those around me, especially having internal forces of faith and/or a moral code.

My professor replied that while those may exist, when social influence is strong, those internal forces can tend to be "pretty weak."

I blinked. Again and again. How did I not let every influence in high school run over me then? How could all that I zealously cling to just go out the window? That's not me; and he doesn't know me. There's an example where I find my pillar of "No one looks through your eyes but you," to be true. Here is where I first found my true stand on nature vs. nurture.

My problem with that assignment and that class in general was that it seemed the discipline wanted to chalk our own personal actions up to being executed by society.

Outside influences *are* strong. They are the barriers we have to fight back against or that set us up to make certain things easier; in school, someone educationally and financially strapped could have a harder time getting "that job" than someone who's had every opportunity. In life, it can be easier for someone to be more firm in their decision not to drink if they're not exposed to it as opposed to someone who it surrounds constantly. Outside influences are winds that blow both ways; against and for us.

But at the very basis of our existence, we are responsible for our actions. It can be hard to fight back against my environment, whatever it is in that time, manner, or place, but I'm not helpless, letting the "inevitable" social influence write checks for my behavior. That takes away the call for personal responsibility and the requirement for our own accountability.

My friend completely shared my same response and went on to tell me about her own experience during our freshman year of high school. See, she's always been a fighter, rising above the severe neglect and various abuses of her childhood. When this debate came up in class one day, she had to stop herself from flying out of her seat when someone argued it was nurture, our environment, solely that determined us and that we should "do away with nature altogether." As my friend went on to passionately ask, how could she be the person she is today if it was only nurture who could create who she is? If that was the case, nurture would be created a demolished, helpless, incapacitated her.

It's hard not to make this debate sound like an argument against environment. I suppose it's become we typically think of environment as "society" and with that, I sense nothing but negative connotations. What about the bad things we are predisposed to that our environment tries to break us of? What about when negative nature teams up with negative environments and they feed off each other? There is no clear "bad guy" when it comes to nature or nurture.

The bad guys are:

being moved by our environment that doesn't better us

and

hanging onto a nature we know isn't the best we can be.   

When you think nature is inescapable, opening your mind and your heart to other intangibles--thoughts, beliefs, ideas--you've unlocked the way out of nature's hold. When you try something new, it's an exercise in defying nature. Even when you think your environment is beating you down, you are fighting back, believe it or not. By getting up the next day, you're getting back up. By bettering yourself--through education, career opportunities, friendships, relationships, the hobbies you love--you're disproving nature's hold on you. And in relation to other people’s opinion, their words are a barrier that swings both ways: you can go with them, or you can fight back against them.

Even if it's your nature, you're changing you. And though it's something as extensive and overwhelming as your environment, you're setting yourself a part from it. You're checking who you are both ways. Maybe it's making nature's jaw drop. Or showing your environment the back of your hand.    

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Das Mädchen: The Single Girl's Fight for Decency



There’s a debate within the German language over one word: “das Mädchen.” German—a gendered and case-based language—has three possibilities: male (der), female (die), neuter (das), plus the plural (die) on each of these. Every noun must be gendered.

The controversy over “das Mädchen” is the fact the word means “the girl,” but the gender is neuter—the same gender used for objects:

“das Buch,” (the book)
“das Telefon” (the telephone)
“das Bild” (the picture)

While "the boy" always receives the male, "der Junge," a woman doesn’t get her femininity in the German language—that “die”—until “die Frau” where the definition simultaneously means “the woman” and “the wife,” but it’s best known as the latter, as it’s an address for married women; “Guten Tag, Frau Ziegler,” for example. I find this struggle true in reality as I live the life behind that unmarried noun.

There’s respectability in marriage; there’s no more debate over abstinence, the issue of clothing’s modesty and immodesty speaking for your personality (“prude vs. loose” are the two options we seemed to get categorized in) is like it dissolved away long ago, and you’ve finally got the guy.  

Until then, you’re fighting for your respectability, against the expectations others have placed before you, and the guy as a single girl. With marriage, the overwhelming idea is wholesomeness, goodness, and propriety; that you were worth putting on a ring on. It’s only here that across the board, sex is allowed, pregnancy is welcomed, and cohabitation is expected. (Can the term “slut” still exist in the realm of nuptials?) No one’s questioning your character anymore; if you got the ring, that says something. That’s changing “girlfriend” to lifelong, everyone knows you’re together, partner in child-rearing, with-you-for-everything-that-comes “wife.”

But until you get to that place, the guidelines are invisible and for this, tricky. You want to share your affection (wherever you slide your piece to on the physical spectrum) with someone special, but how do you stay exempt from that branding title “slut,” “whore,” “ho,” and the branches of these labels? What do you do when a guy is stunned you won’t sleep with him on the first date (besides considering walking out the door) and you look around and didn’t know this expectation actually existed? How do you get a guy in 2013 if that is your stance?

And that makes me wonder sometimes how I’m ever supposed to date. I refuse to waste my youth with the paint on my bedroom walls as my only eye contact, but I won’t board a train just because it rolls into the station. Inadvertently, it’s like you’re penalized for not settling—for whatever reason, you’re rewarded with loneliness.

Why am I punished for who I am? Why must be this payment for what I want?

In every new possibility, you must draw up who you are and see if you’re accepted. Oh, it is and *should* be the other way around, too—you have a choice in choosing or passing on him. But, when you’ve already put your bid in, it’s a two-way street to see if it’ll be accepted in return. In our decisions and responses to opportunity, we are having to constantly prove our decency and then be commended or punished for it. We have to prove we’re not like every other girl.

Arguably, yes, it’s a great to have that test that is whether you’ll be accepted for who you are. You weed out who’s willing to go the distance, who is the good guy; you have a guy who you’re not having to bend for, but rather, he’s bending for and respecting you.

But, the process to get there (right now, at least) seems long, dull, and solo. It seems half the battle is finding someone with real romantic potential. Then once you *finally* get there, it’s like, am I really going to risk losing them by objecting for who I am? How could I come this far for it to be vain?

Who you are can be anything: someone holding the realm of sex, the place where physical and emotional affection meet, until marriage; someone who vows to be asked out in person, because that’s asking for bravery; someone who doesn’t think quitting in the middle of texting is okay; someone who won’t sacrifice their religious relationship, belief, or creed.

Whatever you’re holding out for, I hope you cling to it. It’s cynical to say that the cause will be around longer than the guy, but I’ve found that to be true and was overwhelmingly thankful I didn’t abandon it afterwards. But, sometimes the emotional and social investment for what you really wanted will be in vain and the reality is it hurts. And there are a thousand different ways to describe that pain. Why did it have to come this far not to work out? Why was it allowed to happen in the first place? How the you-know-what am I supposed untangle myself now—and when I don’t want to?

I’m waiting on my own return for holding out. When will the reward for my “wise” choices come? When will there be no more distance in its travel, in physical space and time, but finally be delivered to me?  And rather, when will he, who I only know in one date, conversations over cardio, the most coveted iMessages, and in believing faith, decide I’m worth it? In every moment, I pray he’ll meet me where I stand.  

Is dating just a series of informal presentations of who we are in conversation that lead to marriage, the master key to take part debatable activities and leave behind having to answer all questions of our image? Is that where the battle for owning our decency ends?     

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Four Pillars. Four Mondays.

I want to be applicable to all teenage girls—regardless of religion, socioeconomic status, location, everything. I want to forget the politics of these things and find human truths and get closer and closer to what humanity really is. In the past year, I found myself taking certain lessons and never departing from them, and instead, remembering them and living by them. I want to share these conjectures, fundamentals, these pillars that I’ve come to. 

These four ideas are what I now live by daily in my quest for a loving and limitless life. 


  1. Whatever you do...OWN IT!
  2. No one can convince you of the life YOU lived.
  3. Opinions are just that.
  4. Run YOUR OWN race. 

On each of the four Mondays this month, I’ll take my pillars one by one and explain them; as they are posted, the description of the pillar will be linked to each idea under the "Pillars I Live By" tab. I so hope and fervently pray these ideas empower you and remind your how special your life is. You have SO much to give, SO many wonderful things before you. Let no one steal YOU in their words, opinions, or actions! And ultimately, don’t take you from yourself. YOU are *wonderful*. (: