Category: CitSocial

It’s Okay to Not Know What You’re Doing

This fall, I should be a college senior.  I should be applying to grad schools and counting down the days to graduation.  I should be nearly done with a bachelor’s degree– as I promptly started college the fall after graduating high school.

Instead, I’ll be a junior–on paper, at least.  Realistically it will take me 3 years to get my bachelor’s degree.

But that’s okay, because now I am 100% sure of what I want to do.

When I graduated high school, I had no direction.  What kind of 18 year old knows exactly what they want to major in and what kind of career they want to pursue?

None of us.  I mean it–nobody knows at 18 what they want to do for the rest of their lives.

If you think you do, then cool! Pursue it.  But don’t be surprised when you change your mind in a couple of semesters– and when you do, it’s okay.

Life isn’t a race and college isn’t a competition that you need to win.  The important thing is to take your time and learn what you like.

Explore different areas of study.

Think meaningfully about how you want to spend your life.

Identify your strengths and weaknesses.

Most importantly, don’t get discouraged.

Don’t stress out about your major or career, and don’t feel like you need a plan on day one– because you don’t.

Had I pursued the major I declared when I was 18, I would currently be underemployed and unhappy.  My major and career wouldn’t challenge me, and I’d be in debt to an education I wouldn’t value.

At 21, I’m starting over.  I’ve decided what I want to do, and I’m ready to pursue it.

So if at 18 you don’t know what you’re doing, don’t worry about it.  You will figure it out, so don’t put a timeline on yourself.

It’s okay to start college undecided.

It’s okay to not know what you’re doing.

Advertisements

An Open Letter to the Woman Who Rejects Feminism

I’d like to preface this piece with the Webster definition of the word feminism:

feminism (n.)

  1. 1:  the theory of the political, economic, and social equality of the sexes

  2. 2:  organized activity on behalf of women’s rights and interests

So now that we’ve got that established, I’m going to take a moment to address all my sisters out there who, for some unfathomable reason, reject feminism:

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I mean really, girl to girl, I’d like to understand what’s going on in your brain when you post inflammatory anti-feminist rhetoric on social media and slam feminist movements at family gatherings.

Do you really not care about your future? Your daughter’s future?

Do you want to live in a world where 1 in 6 American women will become a victim of rape?

Do you want to raise your daughter in a world where she will make 78 cents to the man’s dollar?

Are you really okay with having an admitted sexual assailant as our President?

The problem here is that your world is also my world.  Your daughter will know my daughter.  I’m not okay with normalizing sexual assault.

So, since we share this world– and our daughters and granddaughters and great-granddaughters will also share this world– I’m going to have to kindly ask you to pull your head out of your ass.

For you to be against feminism tells me that you don’t know what feminism means.

Feminism doesn’t mean hating men, refusing to shave, and burning our bras.

Feminism does mean a drive for equal rights for men and women of all races, socioeconomic statuses, political preference, and religion.  Feminism means promoting equality for all people.  Feminism means building a world that you and I and everyone else are proud to be in.

So take a break from shitting on the “feminazis” and maybe try to see where we are coming from. We aren’t trying to hurt you or anyone you know.  We make a valid point, and even if you don’t come around, we aren’t going to stop.

Sincerely,

A Little Pissed Off

Yes, Retail Workers Get to Complain About Working on Thanksgiving

 

151127-black-friday-jpo-719a_a12f8fcae925a18c9d9f833c7406a460-nbcnews-ux-2880-1000

It’s Thanksgiving day; you’re sitting around the table with your family, drinking wine, eating turkey, enjoying the day.

A mile away, there is a shopping mall full of people away from their families.  Ripping open boxes, hanging signage, calling in other people away from their families.  Why are these people toiling instead of spending time with their families?

Because in a few short hours, you will show up.

You’ll clear your table, bid your farewells, and drive to the mall to ruin the day.

You’ll press against the doors of the mall like wild animals until the mall opens; then you will run through like kindergartners at recess–all to take advantage of a few mediocre sales.  You will throw merchandise on the floor, race with other customers to get the “best” things, yell at overwhelmed employees when they count your change wrong or don’t ring you out fast enough.

In your wake you’ll leave a mess of trash, merchandise, and a slew of irritable retail workers. Workers who get to clean up after you, only to return the next day and do it again.

So yes, retail workers get to complain about working on Thanksgiving.

Retail workers get to complain about missing time with their family, all so that customers can come in and be hateful to them.

I’ve worked Thanksgiving every year since I started working in retail. I’m not saying that it’s the end of the world that I have to work on Thanksgiving, because it isn’t.  I’m still getting paid to be there, and I know I can’t stop people from shopping on Thanksgiving.

However, if you find yourself out on the night of Thanksgiving, I ask you to be mindful.

Don’t be hateful.

Don’t yell at employees because you can’t find something, if they’ve sold out of what you came for, or if they’re busy and the line is moving slow.

Don’t trash the stores you shop in, and don’t fight with other customers.

Retail workers are entitled to complain about working on Thanksgiving.

Try not to give us something to complain about.

–Rowan Seets