Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
women in leadership
I do believe that it has remained the public’s opinion that women must “be
one of the men” in order to be a prominent leader; However, I do not feel that
this should be the view that the public holds. While it is surely reasonable to
ask that a woman does not burst into tears at the slightest mention of hardship,
I feel asking a woman to completely suppress her emotions restricts her benefit
to a cause. Women were given their personalities and emotions for a reason, and
human kind would cease to function if these traits did not exist. Men and women
were intentionally created to be different, and to balance each other with
these differences. Both have faults and values, which is why it is essential
that the two sexes work together and on equal terms. While the stereotypes of
men and women are both grossly exaggerated, these stereotypes do bring up some important
and relevant differences between the two genders that explain the necessity to
have both as leaders. Men tend to be more action-oriented and aggressive, and
women tend to be more emotionally-led and compassionate. While either side can
be argued as a positive or negative in certain situations, it is easy to see
how only getting one side for EVERY situation could lead to problems. Men are
often seen as better leaders because they generally have an easier time putting
aside their emotions and making level-headed decisions, but this is not always
the case. Men are also more rash and quicker to jump to violence. For occasions
when violence is not the best solution, a women’s softer disposition could be
the necessary ingredient. However, because our world is dominated by male
leadership and therefore male thought, emotion is often associated with
weakness or as “an act” to get sympathy. Yet in a cruel double standard, women
that show very little emotion are considered cold-hearted and mean. Political
women such as Hilary Clinton are under constant scrutiny to achieve an unrealistic
balance of being the “right amount of women”. People want them to look and act
in an attractive way, yet if they are doing this too much people believe they
are only getting by on their looks. People want them to show compassion and
womanly reason, yet if they are too soft on enemies or get emotional people
feel they can’t handle pressure. I feel a women’s personality is necessary in the
leadership world, and that women should stop being the subject of such close criticism
so that they can focus on what really matters.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
response 2
The responsibility of the bystander has been a highly debated topic for
many years. There are those who feel it is the bystander’s civil duty to stand
up for what is right and prevent injustice; others believe that the bystander
should only worry about his/her personal happiness and avoid unnecessary
conflict. But this often becomes a gray area for matters such as the Holocaust
and Macbeth’s dictatorship because these issues make the bystander an actual
part of the injustice. The bystanders that comply to the demands often insist
that their refusal would have had no effect, that the wrongdoers would just
punish the bystander and find someone else to carry out the original order. But
I believe that this mentality is how genocides and tyrannies are allowed to
grow. A single bystander may feel they have no major influence, but what they
fail to realize is that there are other bystanders making the same decision.
And when all these bystanders choose the “easy way out” instead of standing up
to the evil, they allow the evil to spread.
Victor Capesius and Konrad Jarausch were right to assume that if they
refused their positions, someone else would have filled them. However, if every
German who felt uneasy about the Holocaust had refused their positions,
millions of Jewish lives might have been saved. What these two men, and
millions of men like them, failed to realize was their power over the Nazis. Dictators
and tyrants are nothing without people to manipulate and boss around, and Hitler
was no exception. He was able to succeed by controlling a small group of
dedicated followers and using them to overpower everyone else. He was nothing
more than a disturbed bully, but no one rose up to oppress him before it was
too late. Eventually most Germans either became like Jarausch, doing small acts
of kindness to ease their tortured conscious, or like Capesius, brainwashed by
Hitler’s teachings and left with no compassion.
Macbeth started out as a noble duke that was respected and revered for his
bravery, which was part of the reason people failed to realize the dictator he
had become. When a person idolizes someone, it is often very hard for that
person to break away from their perceptions about their idol and see the
reality of their actions. They refuse to believe that their hero has failed
them, and so they blindly continue to offer support. And even if they realize how their idol has
strayed, they often feel too indebted to the person to abandon or even question
them. They would rather remain under the safety of an evil power than stand up
for a fragile truth.
I am in no way claiming that Jarausch and Capesius should have valiantly
stormed up to Hilter and refused his orders to kill Jews, nor saying that I
would have had an easy time refusing these orders if I were in their shoes. And
while I believe that they do share the blame for the people they murdered, I
know that the true evil and malicious intent came from the Nazis. What I’m
getting at here is a problem that plagues all of humanity- the belief that one
person cannot make a difference, and therefore should do nothing or just give
in. We must somehow find a way to learn from our mistakes, and begin to combat
every injustice that we can. Eventually in Macbeth, surrounding nations and
people of power realized the evils of Macbeth and sought to end his reign.
Eventually in World War II, America and the Allied Forces realized the evils of
the Nazi and sought to end them. But in both cases, it took violent extremes
for people to step up and fight back. I hope that one day, people will learn to
always stand up against evil, even when that evil does not directly affect
them.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
response 1
As I fidgeted impatiently in my seat, I craned my neck in
hopes of glimpsing one of the actors. After months of saving up for a desirable
seat at the Globe Theatre, I was waiting with anticipation for my favorite play,”A
Midsummer Night’s Dream”, to begin. I had worked odd jobs and helped a local
seamstress to save up, and had even saved a little extra to buy a golden
hairpin for the occasion. I had spent the hours leading up to this play getting
ready, feeling as though I needed to look lavish and deserving of my seat. I
had heard rumors that William Shakespeare himself might attend the performance,
making all the hard work worthwhile. I loved “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” for
its irony and elaborate scenery, which would no doubt be beautifully portrayed
by the King’s Company. While I hardly admired the trouble-making fairies and
foolish lovers, I couldn’t help but enjoy the dramatic and magical tale.
Although my family was fairly well-off in the middle class and I had attended
numerous performances, I had only ever had a view from standing admission. My
parents were a practical pair, and felt that spending money on the arts was unnecessary.
On the other hand, I was enamored with music, paintings, sculptures, and the
theatre. I gladly took in the chaotic sounds of laughter and chatter bouncing
off the worn walls, and let my eyes wander around the diverse audience. Down
below, I took in the swarms of people fighting for positions, and felt thankful
for my comfortable view. I looked across to the glamorous gentle men and women,
flaunting elaborate fabrics in colorful arrays and patterns.
Finally, the crowd
got as quiet as it ever would as the first actor came on stage. Although I had
seen the play on many occasions and understood every twist and turn of the
plot, nothing compared to seeing it from a balcony seat. Not once did I have to
stand on my tippy-toes, jump up on a box, or squirm past someone to see the
action. I had a full view of everything going on, and noticed so many details I
never had before. I left my bag of nuts untouched; nothing could distract me
from the wonderful scene down below. When the play ended, I remained in place,
hoping to absorb all that I could from the experience. Unfortunately I knew I had
to return to work at the seamstress shop, and I eventually left my seat. I
walked out feeling awed and light, knowing I had experienced something magnificent.
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