Yes the New Year glam bam!… aka NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS
Dear 2011,
If you give me a hard time, I’ll fuck you three times over. K, thanks, bye!~ <3
With love,
Rachel Yi
What makes a man, a man?
I was rereading Tess of the d’Urbervilles at home on this fateful Thanksgiving Day, which I realize was a stupid thing to do. It just got me so depressed and angry that I think I would be upset until the feast later on today.
As many of you may know, the story is about the destruction of Tess, the female protagonist. Tess is a poor girl, born to peasantry. In hopes of improving her status, her father sends her to the house of the d’Urbervilles. She is raped by the son of the d’Urbervilles (Alec d’Urberville) and bears his child. The child dies shortly after. Later on, she meets a man named Angel and falls deeply in love with him. However, she is afraid to tell him the secret of her past. After they get married, she tells Angel but he can not forgive her, and banishes her. She is devastated and she wanders to and fro when she meets Alec again who now is a preacher of Christianity. He begs her for forgiveness and asks her to come back to him (though she was never his), and she obviously relents. In the meantime, Angel decides that it’s all good between him and Tess and he visits her to ask her to come back to him. Tess, who has accepted Angel’s proposal, tells Angel that he has come too late. Tess is again devastated and in a fit of frenzy she goes to Alec and stabs him to death. Then she runs to Angel and they hide away in a deserted mansion until the police catch her and she is executed. THE END. whew.
Basically speaking, the story is the perfect portrayal of the follies of men and how the powers of their masculinity can make just about everybody around them miserable. Some people refer to men as wolves, brash, powerful, and full of lustful passions, but I beg to defer. Men are men. There’s no other way to put it.
The Big Fat Hypocrite.
Trying to help people out has made me into a hypocrite. I can’t say that’s not quite it either. People have no choice but to think that I’m a hypocrite. But the thing is, I’m only trying to help. I’ve learned from my mistakes and I’m only trying to protect you from what I’ve experienced. If you say “Stop trying to enforce your ideas on me” or “I can take care of myself” I have no words for you. Why? Because 1) It’s your life, 2) You have every right to ignore me, and 3) I’m a severely flawed human being and you probably have a pretty good reason to doubt me. All this being said though, I think there’s still a need to be this hypocrite people make you out to be. I don’t mean consume illegal substances and tell others not to. No. I mean that people should still share their stories and tell others about their transgressions. If this doesn’t work to help others to do what’s right, you can’t really do anything about it. Beyond this kind of warning to those people, things can only sound like lectures and offensive inquisitiveness, even if you don’t intend for that to be so. It’s quite depressing, isn’t it. The fact that certain resolutions you set up in your childhood or preteen years become dust when you hit your teens. You get into all sorts of crap that you never intended to be part of, and then you have that horrible feeling of guilt left over that consumes you. The world takes a huge dump on you once in a while but you can’t stop it from crushing you a little more every time. I guess the most important thing here is getting back on your two feet and putting the pieces back together. Year 2010 has been the worst year for me on terms of experiences, but nonetheless, the most enlightening. With hardships and nightmares comes a certain learning that is essential in life, and I’m thankful for that much.
Part 2
Harper’s Bazaar Russia Sept 2010
Models Lisanne De Jong & Australian Lauren Brown shot by Billy Nava
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