Mohawks are Sexy.
I just have to say that Mohawks are sexy... Not the "1980's shave your whole head except a pointy and sharp green dyed mohawk," or a "it looks like half a mullet died and this is what is left mohawk" but a "modern, sophisticated punk mohawk"... Sorry, I just felt the extreme need to express this preference of mine. I am currently studying for finals, weighing my internship options, and working on a 30 page research analysis paper. Oh, and trying to figure out sumer classes, registration and FAFSA.
I officially declared my major as English and Journalism and Mass Communications. I admit to feeling apathetic towards a major that is heavily stereotyped as a "female" major. It humors me how the Art majors are seen as people who wear black, maybe have dreds, listen to music that comes from dark basements and bongo drums and are um, "different;" or the IT kids who seem to either wear glasses, like star trek, own 3 laptops..that they carry with them at all times, or are foreign...or all of the above; the Carlson kids who seem to walk and talk elitism, wear suits and will one day become suits; the English majors who smoke...a lot; drink gallons upon gallons of black coffee, and enjoy theatre and jazz; and then onto the Journalism majors, who are all chicks besides a couple exceptions who fell into the major because of the chicks...some pompous future journalists, nosey and ambitious who walk fast all the time, and others who are valley girls who think "Well, like what else am I gonna do, I'm not good at anything." Tis, a funny world we live in...Remember these are not deeply rooted feelings nor views that I have, but rather generally accepted stereotypes.
In light of stereotypes, one would assume I would have written a novel by now...or three. People usually see exotic or foreign women as the "chemistry majors who wear glasses and have thick accents and parents who have not broke the realm of unfamiliarity and still suffer from culture shock; or as the car import model wannabe's who draw in their eyebrows, and are incredably materialistic. I am not overly concerned about my own placing or positioning on the surfaces of societies eyeballs, but find it interesting to anaylize...and it should also be noted that I have an extreme tendancy to be over analytical.
From personal experince here on campus I'd say most people assume I am a conservative, reserved snob. They (even close friends, and my roommate) say "It's the clothes and how you present yourself," or "It's because your always alone or doing your own thing," or "It's your confidence and maturity." I recently had a friend say "You used to scare me...you...just always look angry, you should really smile more." I always say, if someone actually sat down with me and let me open my mouth, within two minutes they'd realize how goofy, witty, sarcastic and humble I am. Maybe thirty seconds. I used to say I'm a mix of the bitch from the Apprentice, Spongebob Square Pants and Robert Redford. I am very independent and enjoy doing my own thing, but my favorite thing to do is laugh and smile. I can easily get caught up in the vicious cycle, and I need someone to humble me out and say "Hey you, drop what your doing and give me a big wet kiss!" I mean if I ever heard that I'd probably soil myself! I tend to be attracted to shy guys (which is odd to me for some reason) simultaneously need them to be confident and be able to stand up "TO" and "FOR" me. Overall, and optimistically I think I need someone to inspire me- and whom I can inspire also; you know to really know that I inspire them to be a better "FILL IN THE BLANK."
Good lord, I can't stop thinking about mohawks...If anyone knows anyone who has one please send their pictures to gray0234@umn.edu or agray@mndaily.com; thanks!!
I officially declared my major as English and Journalism and Mass Communications. I admit to feeling apathetic towards a major that is heavily stereotyped as a "female" major. It humors me how the Art majors are seen as people who wear black, maybe have dreds, listen to music that comes from dark basements and bongo drums and are um, "different;" or the IT kids who seem to either wear glasses, like star trek, own 3 laptops..that they carry with them at all times, or are foreign...or all of the above; the Carlson kids who seem to walk and talk elitism, wear suits and will one day become suits; the English majors who smoke...a lot; drink gallons upon gallons of black coffee, and enjoy theatre and jazz; and then onto the Journalism majors, who are all chicks besides a couple exceptions who fell into the major because of the chicks...some pompous future journalists, nosey and ambitious who walk fast all the time, and others who are valley girls who think "Well, like what else am I gonna do, I'm not good at anything." Tis, a funny world we live in...Remember these are not deeply rooted feelings nor views that I have, but rather generally accepted stereotypes.
In light of stereotypes, one would assume I would have written a novel by now...or three. People usually see exotic or foreign women as the "chemistry majors who wear glasses and have thick accents and parents who have not broke the realm of unfamiliarity and still suffer from culture shock; or as the car import model wannabe's who draw in their eyebrows, and are incredably materialistic. I am not overly concerned about my own placing or positioning on the surfaces of societies eyeballs, but find it interesting to anaylize...and it should also be noted that I have an extreme tendancy to be over analytical.
From personal experince here on campus I'd say most people assume I am a conservative, reserved snob. They (even close friends, and my roommate) say "It's the clothes and how you present yourself," or "It's because your always alone or doing your own thing," or "It's your confidence and maturity." I recently had a friend say "You used to scare me...you...just always look angry, you should really smile more." I always say, if someone actually sat down with me and let me open my mouth, within two minutes they'd realize how goofy, witty, sarcastic and humble I am. Maybe thirty seconds. I used to say I'm a mix of the bitch from the Apprentice, Spongebob Square Pants and Robert Redford. I am very independent and enjoy doing my own thing, but my favorite thing to do is laugh and smile. I can easily get caught up in the vicious cycle, and I need someone to humble me out and say "Hey you, drop what your doing and give me a big wet kiss!" I mean if I ever heard that I'd probably soil myself! I tend to be attracted to shy guys (which is odd to me for some reason) simultaneously need them to be confident and be able to stand up "TO" and "FOR" me. Overall, and optimistically I think I need someone to inspire me- and whom I can inspire also; you know to really know that I inspire them to be a better "FILL IN THE BLANK."
Good lord, I can't stop thinking about mohawks...If anyone knows anyone who has one please send their pictures to gray0234@umn.edu or agray@mndaily.com; thanks!!
posted by Angela Nicole Gray at 6:11 PM
2 Comments:
I think I might know which model you are for my company now. That whole sterotype-major thing generally fits (having gone to the U for more than my alloted four years), but then again, you get people like me who majored in History/English at the U, have a Masters in writing from Hamline, and for a living now work exclusively writing computer code for lawyers. Perhaps it was the coffee-drinking that drew me to both spheres (although I don't smoke - but when I studied at Gingko's by Hamline, I think the sheer volume of second-hand I inhaled might count as a habit of its own).
I don't have a picture of a mohawk, but I have this, in case you haven't seen the word before (pruned from another U of MN blog):
Faux-hawk (rhymes with 'mohawk') - This is the hairstyle where you jam all your hair into a ridge in the middle of your head and apply hair gel using a soup ladle so it stays and resembles a mohawk. Even if this wasn't the sweetest hairstyle in the world, the fact that it is described by such an awesome word would still make me want to try it.
Angie
i dont think ive ever seen u angry. i cant even imagine u being angry. hey did u ever see me when i had my mohawk it kicked ass. and dont worry what ppls first impressions of u are. you know who u r and ur true friends know who u r and thats all that really matters.
-brandon
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