Initially after opening the video, I was shocked, and almost weirded out by what was going on. There were just bodies touching and distorted video and strange noises. I almost was wondering if I was watching some sort of weird cult video. Once I got over the initial confusion of the video, I kind of… Read More

After reading Carol Adams’ The Sexual Politics of Meat, I really felt as if I had a better understanding of the way our culture views women as meat. I always known that men view women as meat, I mean that is a saying that women use all the time, “I’m not just a piece of meat”.… Read More

This piece was a part of PETA’s “Meat is Murder” campaign, saying that “all meat come from somebody”. I was shocked when I saw this. At first, I was assuming it was some sort of performance art done by some crazy artist, but it seems that’s not the case. This was a twisted version of… Read More

Does Yeong-hye ever have any agency in this chapter? In my opinion, yes she does. Yeong-hye has already shown herself to be an internally powerful woman, she has extreme self control. In chapter 2, Yeong-hye has proven herself to have agency by agreeing to the divorce, and not letting something like that effect her as… Read More

“Are you sure you think you can handle it?” My mother asked me, her mouth pursed and her eyebrows tilted down causing little wrinkles to form on her forehead. She was gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were almost white. “Mom, I’ll be fine. I’m 16 now you know.” I replied, almost rolling… Read More

Food Memoir Statement of Intent I want my food memoir to circle around the tension between myself and my inability to balance my life working at a cupcake shop, and my life at school. ——————————————————————————————————————— “Are you sure you think you can handle it?” My mother asked me in a worried tone. “Mom, I’ll be… Read More

I am a very sleepy person. From as long ago as I can remember, I was always that friend who fell asleep at 8pm at a sleepover. I remember always getting into fights with my friends over the fact that I was tired and they were annoyed with me or accused me of being rude.… Read More

I opened my eyes, laying in bed drenched in sweat. Disoriented and confused, I had the urge to go find my parents. Whats wrong with me? Why can’t I walk straight? I walked out of my room into the hallway. One step at a time, I thought. One foot in front of the other. The… Read More