<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948</id><updated>2011-10-24T08:09:40.044-07:00</updated><category term='nastere'/><category term='animatii'/><category term='video'/><category term='viata de mamica'/><category term='jucarii'/><category term='fun'/><category term='tati'/><category term='stereotipuri'/><category term='carti'/><category term='consumerism'/><category term='educatie'/><category term='fetita in roz'/><title type='text'>FIICE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-3626641105891297852</id><published>2010-10-27T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:33:57.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animatii'/><title type='text'>Desenele animate alimentează stereotipurile de gen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/TMkaPTNSupI/AAAAAAAACXE/d3gpRY6m3k4/s1600/ice_age_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/TMkaPTNSupI/AAAAAAAACXE/d3gpRY6m3k4/s400/ice_age_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532982467357751954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;articol din &lt;a href="http://www.romanialibera.ro/stiinta-tehnica/descoperiri/desenele-animate-alimenteaza-stereotipurile-de-gen-203958.html"&gt;Romania Libera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Octombrie 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de FLAVIA DRAGAN &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Finding Nemo", „Madagascar", „Ice Age", „Toy Story". Peşti, pinguini, şobolani, jucării vorbitoare. Filme animate aparent inocente. Cu o mică excepţie: promovează o imagine stereotipă a femeii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unui personaj fe mi nin din desenele animate îi co res pund trei per so naje mas culine, arată un studiu efectuat de Şcoala de Comunicare şi Jur na lism Annenberg, Universitatea California de Sud. Iar din cele existente, cele mai multe femei sunt parţial îmbrăcate şi arată bine, scrie revista americană Newsweek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Între 2006 şi 2009, cercetătorii au analizat 122 de filme adresate familiei şi au descoperit că doar 29,2% din personaje erau fe minine. Iar una din patru era caracterizată ca „sexy, cu haine strâmte sau cu o siluetă atră gătoare", în comparaţie cu unul din 25 de personaje masculine. Era mai mare probabilitatea ca personajele feminine să fie mai frumoase şi una din cinci pro ta goniste era descrisă ca „având la vedere decolteul sau abdomenul". Una din patru femei era desenată cu mijlocul atât de îngust încât, în realitate, nu ar fi avut loc înăuntru organele interne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studiul Annenberg a fost co mandat de Institutul Geena Davis, în legătură cu genul în mass-media. În cariera de ac triţă, Davis a întruchipat câteva femei puternice: Thelma în filmul „Thelma şi Louise" şi pre­şedintele ţării în „Commander in Chief". Un studiu comandat de grupul publicitar Kaplan Thaler a arătat că 68% din cei care se uitau la „Commander in Chief"  era mai probabil să ia în serios o femeie-preşedinte. Şi asta, chiar dacă era numai un film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum se naşte o gândire sexistă&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ceea ce urmărim ne influen ţează reprezentările şi uneori le limitează. „Cu cât personajele feminine sunt mai sexualizate, unidimensionale, cu ochi dulci, cu atât este mai mare proba bi litatea ca băieţii să îşi formeze o anumită imagine despre fete şi la fel păţesc şi fetele", arată studiul. „Filmele pentru copii nu sunt echilibrate şi încurajează ideea că fetele şi femeile sunt mai puţin importante în societate decât bărbaţii şi băieţii. Dacă copiii cresc vizionând filme şi desene în care femeile apar în tot felul de roluri, vor renunţa la gândirea stereotipă şi li se va părea ceva absolut firesc să vadă femei în poziţii de conducere", spune Geena Davis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un sondaj din 2003, realizat de Kaiser Family Foundation, a arătat că cei mici, între 0 şi 6 ani, au cel puţin 20 de DVD-uri în casă. Jumătate din copii se uită la cel puţin un film animat pe zi. Potrivit lui Davis, cu cât o fată consumă mai multe produse media de acest fel, cu atât îşi va restrânge aria ro lurilor posibile, pentru că de senele mizează foarte mult pe stereotipuri. În acelaşi timp, cu cât un băiat se uită mai mult la astfel de desene, cu atât mai mult când va creşte va avea o gândire sexistă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar 7% din directori, 13% din scenarişti şi 20% din produ cătorii de desene animate sunt femei, arată studiul Annenberg. Când una sau mai multe femei sunt implicate în elaborarea scenariului, creşte şi numărul de personaje feminine. „Este o ruşine că încă ne mai învăţăm fetele să privească de pe margine, în timp ce băieţii fac lucrurile interesante. Prea  multe femei de pe ecran sunt personaje statice: privesc, aşteaptă, aplaudă", concluzio nează Davis.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-3626641105891297852?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3626641105891297852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=3626641105891297852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/3626641105891297852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/3626641105891297852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2010/10/desenele-animate-alimenteaza.html' title='Desenele animate alimentează stereotipurile de gen'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/TMkaPTNSupI/AAAAAAAACXE/d3gpRY6m3k4/s72-c/ice_age_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-2002718919560959509</id><published>2010-06-20T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:26:56.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tati'/><title type='text'>Reservation Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YO1UihA04p0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YO1UihA04p0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0831884/"&gt;Reservation Road (2007)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aseara am vazut acest film. Un tata cu fiul sau in masina (care doarme) loveste din greseala un baiat si-l omoara. Fuge de la locul accidentului. Tatal baiatului omorat cauta "criminalul", pe parcursul filmului devine dn ce in ce mai obsedat. Mai departe trebuie vazut filmul ;). Pe cat de profunda este dragostea de parinte, mai ales a unui tata, pe atat de absurda poate fi cautarea unei impacari interioare prin razbunare... dorul fata de propriul copil este acelasi pentru cei doi tati, unul isi pierduse copilul celalat se teme sa nu-l piarda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-2002718919560959509?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2002718919560959509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=2002718919560959509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/2002718919560959509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/2002718919560959509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2010/06/reservation-road.html' title='Reservation Road'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-8120320505782000758</id><published>2010-01-07T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:54:22.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>„A Pink Room of One’s Own”</title><content type='html'>Mi-am dorit sa am o fetita. &lt;br /&gt;Fiind insarcinata, o femeie m-a intrebat pe tren in ce luna sunt, apoi a zis ca un fel de urare de bine ca va fi baiat. Colega mea de birou, incercind sa ma gratuleze si binedispune spunea la fel ca o sa am un baietel. Apoi am aflat ca va fi fetita, si oamenii au inceput sa spuna ca e bine si fetita cu un fel de parere de rau mascata.&lt;br /&gt;Ca bebelus in caruciorul ei albastru, fetita mea a fost constant laudata cu: „ce baietel frumos!”&lt;br /&gt;Treptat am aflat ca era din cauza faptului ca nu poarta cercei. Chiar si cand era imbracata in roz cu dantelute, unele persoane ma intrebau daca este fata sau baiat. &lt;br /&gt;Pe terenul de joaca de obicei i se spunea “baietelul”. &lt;br /&gt;Pe la un an jumate, se juca alaturi de o fetita care avea par lung buclat, rochita si cercei. Fetita mea mea avea par scurt blond, un tricou si pantaloni simpli cu tenisi. Parintii fetitei „adevarate” ii tot spuneau sa se joace frumos cu “baietelul”. Nu reactionam din inertie si obisnuinta, pana in momentul in care fetita adevarata a sarutat-o pe fetita mea sub privirile admirative ale familiei ei. “Vai de la varsta asta te dai la baieti...!” a comentat bunica ei intrebind si ce varsta are. Asa am ajuns sa spun ca fetita mea este de fapt fetita si nu baietel. Familia a ramas fara cuvinte si a plecat imediat de la locul de joaca. Acea fetita „adevarata” avea un an si cinci luni dar in mintea bunicii avea deja un viitor premeditat.&lt;br /&gt;Cum a mai crescut, fetita mea a devenit din baietel, baietoasa. Asta pentru faptul ca este un copil activ normal, adica se joaca, alearga, face galagie, se catara, este foarte curioasa, un fel de mica spioana care trebuie sa analizeze lucrurile din jurul ei in cele mai mici detalii. Persoanele din anturajul nostru o judeca deja incercand s-o incadreze in cutiuta stramta si limitata a ceea ce ar trebui sa fie o fetita, adica timida, draguta si obedienta. Pentru a fi considerata o fetita „normala” ea ar trebui sa se uite in oglinda, sa nu faca galagie, sa stea cuminte la locul ei, sa se fardeze si sa ia bijuteriile mamei, sa nu fie rea, sa nu se bata cu baieti...Neincadrindu-se, oamenii o eticheteaza ca baietoasa.&lt;br /&gt;Toate aceste amanunte au efecte profunde asupra modului in care fetita mea se va dezvolta ca identitate distincta. Ea este inconjurata de prejudecati, preconceptii care o vor urmarii dealungul vietii ei. Este cat se poate de dureros sa-mi dau seama ca va fi o lupta constanta pentru a se afirma si a fi corect inteleasa dincolo de ceata preconceptiilor din mintile noastre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1929, Virginia Woolf publica „A Room of One’s Own”, un eseu prin care sugera ca o femeie cu aceleasi talente ca si Shakespeare – si anume sora lui Shakespeare - nu are aceleasi sanse pentru a se realiza ca scriitoare. Concluzia ei era ca, pentru a reusi sa scrie fictiune sau pentru a fi creativa in general, o femeie trebuie sa aiba bani si o camera proprie. In spatele unei usi incuiate femeile ar  avea posibilitatea de a medita,de a gandi de unele singure, ar avea curajul de a scrie exact ceea ce gandesc. In spatele usii camerei lor ar fi o insula sigura, destinul predeterminat de femeie ar ramane in afara incaperii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In perioada in care Woolf scria acest text destinul femeilor era bine stabilit: intretinerea gospodariei, nasterea de copii si ingrijirea lor, ingrijirea membrilor familiei. Perspectiva de educatie si independenta a unei fete era minima. Fetele se casatoreau timpuriu, nu aveau drepturi legale, nu detineau proprietati...O viata anosta si monotona in care, asa cum identitatea femeilor era complet stearsa si distrusa, spatiul lor personal era si el inexistent. Incalcarea normelor ducea inevitabil la judecati aspre, o mama singura devenea denaturata, o gospodina care nu isi facea datoria zilnica era numita lenesa, nedemna etc. Termenii s-au pastrat pana azi. Acum putem vorbi insa de standarde duble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In zilele noastre, se spune ca femeile si-au castigat toate drepturile. O fetita poate avea o camera a ei, educatia este obligatorie, democratia ne spune ca toti cetatenii sunt egali in drepturi. O femeie poate deveni orice isi doreste, doar vointa sa aibe cum ar spune&lt;br /&gt;sloganul capitalist cel mai potrivit “Just do it!”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ninsoare strada este plina de copii care se bat cu zapada dupa ce au iesit de la scoala, doar ca daca te uiti mai bine vezi ca baietii lovesc violent fetele cu bulgari imensi de zapada, sar cate trei pe cate o fetita neputincioasa. Oare ce voi face cand fetita mea va venii batuta de colegii ei de la scoala, in joaca. O fetita poate avea orice in afara de libertatea de a fi in siguranta de la o varsta foarte mica, poate avea orice in afara de libertatea de a se misca in voie pe unde doreste ea, poate avea libertatea sa spuna ce doreste dar in cazul acesta nu este si ascultata daca striga baietilor sa inceteze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetitele si baietii au domeniile de joaca perfect separate ca doua lumi paralele, asa cum in supermarket sunt doua randuri separate de jucarii, un culoar roz si unul kaki. Cel roz pentru fete este ocupat de papusi de toaste dimensiunile si toate obiectele casnice posibile sub forma de jucarie pe cand cel kaki-army pentru baieti este plin de roboti, masinarii de razboi de jucarie, luptatori si super-eroi, jocuri de strategie si de constructie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceste obiecte se muta in camerele personale ale copiilor. Camera de care vorbea  Virginia Woolf se umple astfel de obiecte care poarta odata cu ele toate predestinarile adresate femeilor, astfel ca libertatea de a gandi singure este incet inlocuita de libertatea de a gandi in modul sugerat de corporatii, de companiile diverse care produc aceste obiecte. Camera personala in care fetitele ar trebui sa gandeasca pentru ele insele, sa fie creative, este invadata de brand-uri si de obiecte special facute pentru ele. Sunt obiecte de consum, care se adreseaza numai fetelor, conform unor modele inguste. O uriasa echipa de marketing formata din producatori tv, autori, ilustratori etc., concureaza cu parintii asupra dreptului de a le educa fetele si a le spune ce inseamna sa fii fata. Incet si sigur, camera fetitei a devenit roz cu o mare printesa tapetate pe perete, tot roz, si cu un mobilier ce poarta numele de „Fetite alintate”. Parintii nici nu pot sa-si imagineze cat de limitata si normativa este aceasta imagine care le este vanduta. Sablonul aplatizant al oricarei fetite este roz si dragut. Mesajul este ca ele vor fi mai creative, dragute, fericite, puternice daca cumpara miile de produse facute special pentru ele. Ele vor fi cu atat mai fete si la locul lor daca folosesc si sunt inconjurate de aceste obiecte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dand o cautare pe Google pentru haine, jucarii sau jocuri pentru fetite, poti descoperi mii de obiecte perfect incadrate in nisa speciala a fetelor, adica roz: printesa, shopping, cantareata, sexy, cool, superficiala. Pana si Lego a inventat un set de cuburi roz, speciale pentru fetite, cu care se construieste un castel. Hainele pentru fete sunt in mare parte incadrabile in categoria de diva fashion de un roz-sclipitor. Pana si hainele sport nu sunt pentru sport ci pentru a fi cat mai aproape de standardul de vedeta sexy - printesa sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modelele sunt putine, de fapt totul se reduce la doua posibilitati: sa accepti sau sa refuzi rozul, adica sa alegi sa fii „feminina” sau sa alegi un stil de viata mai „baietesc”. Fete baietoase sunt in general toate care nu reusesc sa demonstreze ca sunt perfect incadrabile in sablonul limitat de femeie „feminina”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceperea si intelegerea complexitatii trairilor, a experientei, a gandirii, a personalitatii fetelor este puternic diminuata de ideile consumeriste destinate lor. Pentru marketing exista putine categorii de fete si un numar limitat de preocupari: fetita cuminte, care se joaca cu papusi, cu jucarii imitand masini de spalat si aspiratoare, care face curat cu mama, care creste bebelusi de jucarie; pre-adolescenta care devine brusc sexy si aspira sa fie dorita de baieti si vrea sa fie cea mai atragatoare printesa, cea mai sexy vedeta, cu farduri de jucarie, papusi sexualizate, imbracate sumar, care au diferite seturi de haine (haine pentru cumparaturi si haine pentru iesit la petrecere, etc). Nimic despre incurajarea creativitatii, a curiozitatii, a cunoasterii; pentru fetite totul este despre cum sa-si pregateasca corpul pentru a fi afisat lumii barbatilor, despre cum sa fie dragute, frumoase si atractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din adolescenta totul se invarte in jurul dependentei de baieti si de atentia acestora. Printesa are nevoie de un print pentru a fi printesa adevarata, ne invata marketing-ul. Pentru a fi frumoase trebuie sa fie la moda si pentru a fi la moda trebuie sa faca cumparaturi si sa se ingrijesca de silueta lor. Discutiile despre diete, cure de slabire si baieti sunt modul de interactiune intre fete de la o varsta din ce in ce mai mica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum imaginea fetelor este din ce in ce mai ingusta, optuza si stupida, identitatea fetelor devine si ea din ce in ce mai comasata in cativa termeni de folosinta generala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dictionar femeia este fusta, amanta si sotie iar barbatul este demn, energic, curajos, viguros, matur. In viata de zi cu zi, in ierarhiile sociale, pozitiile de prestigiu sunt cu demnitate ocupate de barbati iar cu isterie de femei. Putinele modele de urmat pentru fete, asa cum sunt prezentate pe piata si in media, impart caracteristicile femeilor in doi poli, femeile bune si femeile rele . Asa sunt si termenii care descriu femeile, doar ca, in mod ciudat, daca faci brainstorming, gasesti mai multi termeni negativi decat pozitivi. Aceste cuvinte au o mare incarcatura subliminala, ele sunt mult mai mult decat ceea ce exprima in mod direct, sunt incarcate cu prejudecatile noastre invatate din cultura traditionalista si din media. Femeie = fatala, vampa, vipera, scorpie, vicleana, infidela, rece, draguta, simpatica, smechera, slaba, silueta, subtirica, obeza, grasa, plinuta, impulsiva, isterica, agresiva, timida, optimista, tacuta, onesta, nevrotica, pesimista, docila, supusa, eleganta, sexy, urata, frumoasa, inteligenta, desteapta, proasta, harnica, lenesa, curata, murdara, seducatoare, frigida, materialista, romantica, pasionala, decenta, obraznica, senzuala, atractiva, tocilara, credincioasa etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesigurantele femeilor sunt cu succes folosite pentru campanii intregi de marketing.  Standarde lor de manipulare intrec orice etica sau morala, campaniile  ajung sa formeze consumatori si chiar identitati folosindu-se de incapacitatea copiilor de a distinge intre fantezie si realitate. Fetitele zilelor noastre cred pe buna dreptate ca ele sunt printese roz, frumoase si pure, in asteptarea unor printi care sa le salveze. Insa ele vor intra in lumea reala cu posibilitati mici sa-si dea seama de iluzia care le diminueaza sansele la libertate si demnitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta este lumea in care ne invartim. &lt;br /&gt;Tot ceea ce sunt femeile este un ghem de cuvinte cu mesaje subliminale, pe un fundal brand-uit in roz ... &lt;br /&gt;Aceasta este lumea in care creste fetita mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nita Mocanu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-8120320505782000758?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8120320505782000758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=8120320505782000758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/8120320505782000758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/8120320505782000758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2010/01/pink-room-of-ones-own.html' title='„A Pink Room of One’s Own”'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-2815423093507977437</id><published>2009-04-03T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:55:19.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stereotipuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetita in roz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerism'/><title type='text'>ce se intampla doctore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anunturi-ziare.ro/imagini/revista-csid-d41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.anunturi-ziare.ro/imagini/revista-csid-d41.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** text in progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ieri stand intr-o sala de asteptare rasfoiam din inertie revista " Ce se intampla doctore?", mai intai credeam ca este Cosmopolitan, dupa un timp uitandu-ma mai bine vad ca este mai mica, ma uit la nume...&lt;br /&gt;- este o revista pentru femei cu foarte multe mesaje contradictorii (cocluzia mea dupa 15 min de rasfoit)- ca ar fi singura revista pt femei cu astfel de mesaje ca toate sunt&lt;br /&gt;- conform numelui revistei te-ai astepta sa fie cu sfaturi medicale, doar ca aici lumea medicala a femeilor se limiteaza la sex si dieta&lt;br /&gt;- pe langa sfaturi despre ce cand cum in ce fel sa faci sex mai sunt si sfaturi despre dieta: fi tu insati, nu exagera cu dieta, nu te extermina facand sport, tine dieta,  ingrijestete de siluata, nu e bine sa fi gurmand dar vai de buna este ciocolata, nu manca dulce, etc&lt;br /&gt;- concluzia ar fi ca poti ajunge intr-o confuzie totala, neliniste profunda in ceea ce priveste persoana ta, fizic vorbind, dar daca deja ai si probleme psihice sunt si sfaturi de la psiholog&lt;br /&gt;- cum sa nu exagerezi la cumparaturi zice phihologul&lt;br /&gt;- apoi imi cade privirea pe o reclama la Alliaz Tiriac, cu un metru de masurat inaltimea copiilor, are cateva  poze  cu  anul alaturi de liniar, prima mea rochita de printesa (cum se putea reprezenta altfel oare o fetita)- prima imagine de jos, rochia de la prima intalnire- urmatoare, adolescenta, rochia de mireasa si rochia nepoatei...&lt;br /&gt;(in paranteza legatura mentala ce o faci cu restul mesajelor mai mult sau mai putin evidente din revista ar fi ca ai grija de siluata fa dieta o viata intreaga sa incapi snur in rochite pe talie ca viata ta numai atat inseaman sa ai grija sa fi slaba si sa faci sex sa faci copii)&lt;br /&gt;- cam asta ar insemna toate probleme de sanatate ale femeilor - si in general tot  ce se poate scrie pentru femei in presa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-2815423093507977437?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2815423093507977437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=2815423093507977437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/2815423093507977437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/2815423093507977437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2009/04/ce-se-intampla-doctore.html' title='ce se intampla doctore'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-3748502175565875376</id><published>2009-03-26T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:05:06.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>povesti cu printi</title><content type='html'>CUM AR FI DACA IN POVESTI IN LOC DE PRINTESE AR FI PRINTI&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Albul ca Zapadul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost o data ca niciodata un rege si o regina. Ei erau tare buni la suflet si domneau peste o imparatie in care toata lumea era fericita. Insa aveau o singura durere: nu aveau nici un copil. Ani de zile mersera la toate babele si vracii din imparatie, insa nimeni nu-i putu ajuta. &lt;br /&gt;Intr-o seara de iarna, regina statea la geam si cosea si din greseala se intepa in deget cu acul si mici picaturi de sange cazura pe zapada din fata geamului. Atunci regina spuse: &lt;br /&gt;- Ce bine ar fi sa am un copil cu parul negru ca abanosul, buzele rosii ca sangele si pielea alba ca zapada! &lt;br /&gt;Dupa noua luni, regina dadu nastere unui baietel cu parul negru ca abanosul, buzele rosii ca sangele si pielea alba ca zapada. Ii spusera Albul ca Zapadul. Dar vai!, la putin timp dupa nastere, regina cea buna muri. Regele o planse cat o planse iar dupa o vreme se insura cu o printesa care era foarte frumoasa dar rea si naspa. La inceput Regina cea noua parea ca-l iubeste pe bietul print insa de fapt ii purta in suflet ditamai ura pentru ca era geloasa ca regele statea mult cu Albul ca Zapadul, neglijand-o pe ea. Asa ca intr-o seara il chema la palat pe Vanator si-i spuse sa-l ia pe Albul ca Zapadul si sa-l omoare in padure si ca semn ca si-a facut treaba profesionist sa-i aduca inima intr-o cutie. Vanatorul il lua pe print si-l duse in padure. Garzile isi dadura brusc seama ca printul nu-i,  cand fapt era ora cand ar trebui sa pape, baita si la culcare si il anunatara grabnic pe rege ca printul mostenitor lipseste nemotivat. Ce a urmat, nu-i greu de imaginat: dupa ce au cautat in tot palatul, regele si-a indreptat atentia asupra reginei  iar zece calai au facut-o sa spuna in doua ore si cat lapte a supt de la ma-sa. Afland astfel de complot, 10000 de osteni au periat padurea, l-au gasit pe print si pe Vanator. Pe vanator l-au casapit pe loc, iar a doua zi regina cea rea a fost arsa pe rug pentru crima de les majeste, inalta tradare si vrajitorie. &lt;br /&gt;Si-am incalecat pe-o sa si v-am spus povestea asa.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cenusareasul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost o data ca niciodata o famile compusa din un barbat o femeie si un baietel. Ei erau tare bogati si fericiti impreuna iar baietelul era frumusel si cuminte. Dar vai! Mama copilului muri iar tatal se casatori dupa o vreme cu o alta femeie de famile buna care avea si ea doi baietei dar naspa si nasoi si care faceau numai prostii. Mama cea noua parea ca-l iubeste pe baietelul ramas orfan dar de fapt nu-l putea suporta. Dupa o vreme din diverse cauze tatal baietelului muri si el (of!...) asa ca micul orfan ramase in casoiul ala cu femeia aia nasoala si cu fratii lui vitregi. Viata lui era foarte grea intrucat mama cea vitrega il punea la tot felul de treburi de menajera de i se acrise. Dormea, saracul in lada cu cenusa si pe tema asta il porclisera Cenusareasul. Cand baiatul implini 16 ani, angaja un avocat, se repuse indrepturile sale de custode al averii mostenite de la tatal lui si le  arunca in drum pe naspeturile alea de rude. &lt;br /&gt;Si-am incalecat pe-o sa si v-am spus povestea asa.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Sarea in bucate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost o data ca niciodata un imparat care avea trei baieti. Intr-o zi ce i-a trecut lui prin cap? Hai sa vada cat de mult il iubesc  fiii lui asa ca i-a convocat grabnic in sala tronului. &lt;br /&gt;- Fiii mei, a grait imparatul, ia sa-mi spuneti voi acum cat de mult ma iubiti! Fiul cel mare a spus: &lt;br /&gt;- Tata, te iubesc ca mierea! &lt;br /&gt;- Bine ai grait fiul meu si intelept ai raspuns. Dar tu, fiul meu cel mijlociu? Acesta ii raspunse: &lt;br /&gt;- Tata, te iubesc ca zaharul! &lt;br /&gt;-Frumos ai raspuns fiul si placuta mi mie iubirea ce mi-o arati! Dar tu, preaiubitul meu mezin…? Cum ma iubesti? &lt;br /&gt;-Tata, ii spuse acesta, te iubesc ca sarea in bucate! &lt;br /&gt; Imparatul se incrunta, se ridica de pe tron si spuse cu glas tunator: &lt;br /&gt;-Initial am vrut sa ma oftic da’ dupa aia m-am gandit ca, baiat fiind, ce ai vrut sa spui? si mi-o picat fisa ca sarmalele fara sare sunt ca porcu’! Esti misto si tu! Hai la vanatoare! &lt;br /&gt;Si au trait fericiti pana la adanci batraneti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via Harta (primite de la un prieten - Liviu Graur)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-3748502175565875376?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3748502175565875376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=3748502175565875376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/3748502175565875376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/3748502175565875376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/povesti-cu-printi.html' title='povesti cu printi'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-4244251606973542164</id><published>2009-03-26T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:16:56.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SctbTz70dNI/AAAAAAAABZk/4cQfU4UTZcM/s1600-h/afis+nita+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SctbTz70dNI/AAAAAAAABZk/4cQfU4UTZcM/s400/afis+nita+final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317444180957754578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-4244251606973542164?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4244251606973542164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=4244251606973542164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/4244251606973542164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/4244251606973542164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SctbTz70dNI/AAAAAAAABZk/4cQfU4UTZcM/s72-c/afis+nita+final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-549812193568826756</id><published>2009-03-26T00:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:21:29.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stereotipuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetita in roz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerism'/><title type='text'>A Pink Room of One's Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/ScpKgxryF1I/AAAAAAAABZc/ZKfhgXSH9RE/s1600-h/Barbie+Diamond+Castle+Muza+in+rochie+roz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/ScpKgxryF1I/AAAAAAAABZc/ZKfhgXSH9RE/s400/Barbie+Diamond+Castle+Muza+in+rochie+roz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317144237017536338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feminisme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;istorii, spatii libere, democratie participativa, justitie economica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A Pink Room of One's Own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un proiect de Nita Mocanu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.03 - 05.04.2009&lt;br /&gt;Deschiderea expozitiei: vineri, 27.03, orele 18:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spatiul h.arta - Str. Zugrav Nedelcu nr. 11, Timişoara (intrarea din Splaiul Tudor Vladimirescu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1929, Virginia Woolf publica „A Room of One’s Own”, un eseu prin care sugera ca o femeie cu aceleasi talente ca si Shakespeare - sora lui Shakespeare - nu are aceleasi sanse pentru a se realiza ca scriitoare. Concluzia ei era ca, pentru a reusi sa scrie fictiune sau pentru a fi creativa in general, o femeie trebuie sa aiba bani si o camera proprie. In spatele unei usi incuiate femeile ar putea avea libertatea de a medita si a de a gandi de unele singure, ar avea curajul de a scrie exact ceea ce gandesc. In perioada in care Woolf scria acest text, marea majoritate a femeilor erau total legate de treburile gospodaresti, erau mame cu foarte multi copii si nu aveau o ocupatie care sa le aduca un venit al lor personal. Perspectiva de educatie si independenta a unei fete era minima, fetele se casatoreau timpuriu, nu aveau drepturi legale, nu detineau proprietati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In zilele noastre, se spune ca femeile si-au castigat toate drepturile. O fetita poate avea o camera a ei, educatia este obligatorie, democratia ne spune ca toti cetatenii sunt egali in drepturi. O femeie poate deveni orice isi doreste, doar vointa sa aiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloganul „Just do it!”, s-ar putea interpreta asa: „Daca nu reusesti sa te afirmi este numai vina ta”sau „Femeilor, voi sunteti de vina daca nu ati reusit sa aveti bani si o camera proprie pentru a fi autonome.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe acest indemn la reusita si-a facut cuib pentru vesnicie branding-ul si marketing-ul marilor corporatii. „Nu reusesti in viata, noi iti vindem o alternativa eleganta, sclipitoare a ceea ce ar trebui sa fii; noi te vindem tie pe tine insati daca nu stii cine esti, etc.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libertatea de gandi singure a fost incet inlocuita de libertatea de a gandi in modul sugerat de corporatii, de companii de toate dimensiunile. Toate stiu ce se vinde si cum trebuie procedat. Camera personala in care fetitele ar trebui sa gandeasca pentru ele insele, sa fie creative, a fost invadata de brand-uri si de obiecte special facute pentru ele. Sunt obiecte de consum, care se adreseaza numai fetelor, conform unor modele inguste. O uriasa echipa de marketing formata din producatori tv, autori, ilustratori etc., concureaza cu parintii asupra dreptului de a le educa fetele si a le spune ce inseamna sa fii fata. Incet si sigur, camera fetitei a devenit roz cu o mare printesa tapetate pe perete, tot roz, si cu un mobilier ce poarta numele de „Fetite alintate”. Parintii nici nu pot sa-si imagineze cat de limitata si normativa este aceasta imagine care le este vanduta. Sablonul aplatizant al oricarei fetite este roz si dragut. Mesajul este ca ele vor fi mai creative, dragute, fericite, puternice daca cumpara miile de produse facute special pentru ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dand o cautare pe Google pentru haine, jucarii sau jocuri pentru fetite, poti descoperi mii de obiecte perfect incadrate in nisa speciala a fetelor, adica roz: printesa, shoping, cantareata, sexy, cool, superficiala. Pana si &lt;a href="http://belville.lego.com/en-us/Products/Belville/7582.aspx"&gt;Lego&lt;/a&gt; a inventat un set de cuburi roz, speciale pentru fetite, cu care se construieste un castel. Hainele pentru fete sunt in mare parte incadrabile in categoria de diva fashion de un roz-sclipitor. Pana si hainele sport nu sunt pentru sport ci pentru a fi cat mai aproape de standardul de vedeta sexy - printesa sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modelele sunt putine, de fapt totul se reduce la doua posibilitati: sa accepti sau sa refuzi rozul, adica sa alegi sa fii feminina sau sa alegi un stil de viata mai „baietesc”. A fi pentru baieti sau una dintre baieti. Pentru baieti - sexy, sexual disponibila, prietena sau iubita; una dintre baieti - fata independenta care gandeste pentru sine si se impune baietilor, dar este critica fata de fetele din prima categorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceperea si intelegerea complexitatii trairilor, a experientei, a gandirii, a personalitatii fetelor este puternic diminuata de ideile consumeriste destinate lor. Pentru marketing exista putine categorii de fete si un numar limitat de preocupari: fetita cuminte, care se joaca cu papusi, cu jucarii imitand masini de spalat si aspiratoare, care face curat cu mama, care creste bebelusi de jucarie; pre-adolescenta care devine brusc sexy si aspira sa fie dorita de baieti si vrea sa fie cea mai atragatoare printesa, cea mai sexy vedeta, cu farduri de jucarie, papusi sexualizate, imbracate sumar, care au diferite seturi de haine (haine pentru cumparaturi si haine pentru iesit la petrecere, etc). Nimic despre incurajarea creativitatii, a curiozitatii, a cunoasterii; pentru fetite totul este despre cum sa-si pregateasca corpul pentru a fi afisat lumii barbatilor, despre cum sa fie dragute, frumoase si atractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din adolescenta totul se invarte in jurul dependentei de baieti si de atentia acestora. Printesa are nevoie de un print pentru a fi printesa adevarata, ne invata marketing-ul. Pentru a fi frumoase trebuie sa fie la moda si pentru a fi la moda trebuie sa faca cumparaturi si sa se ingrijesca de silueta lor. Discutiile despre diete, cure de slabire si baieti sunt modul de interactiune intre fete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum imaginea fetelor este din ce in ce mai ingusta, optuza si stupida, identitatea fetelor devine si ea din ce in ce mai comasata in cativa termeni de folosinta generala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dictionar femeia este fusta, amanta si sotie iar barbatul este demn, energic, curajos, viguros, matur. In viata de zi cu zi, in ierarhiile sociale, pozitiile de prestigiu sunt cu demnitate ocupate de barbati iar cu isterie de femei. Putinele modele de urmat pentru fete, asa cum sunt prezentate pe piata si in media, impart caracteristicile femeilor in doi poli, femeile bune si femeile rele ( pro-roz si anti-roz). Asa sunt si termenii care descriu femeile, doar ca, in mod ciudat, daca faci brainstorming, gasesti mai multi termeni negativi decat pozitivi. Aceste cuvinte au o mare incarcatura subliminala, ele sunt mult mai mult decat ceea ce exprima in mod direct, sunt incarcate cu prejudecatile noastre invatate din cultura traditionalista si din media. Femeie = fatala, vampa, vipera, scorpie, vicleana, infidela, rece, draguta, simpatica, smechera, slaba, silueta, subtirica, obeza, grasa, plinuta, impulsiva, isterica, agresiva, timida, optimista, tacuta, onesta, nevrotica, pesimista, docila, supusa, eleganta, sexy, urata, frumoasa, inteligenta, desteapta, proasta, harnica, lenesa, curata, murdara, seducatoare, frigida, materialista, romantica, pasionala, decenta, obraznica, senzuala, atractiva, tocilara, credincioasa etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesigurantele femeilor sunt cu succes folosite pentru campanii intregi de marketing, a caror standarde de manipulare intrec orice etica sau morala, campanii care ajung sa formeze consumatori si chiar identitati folosindu-se de incapacitatea copiilor de a distinge intre fantezie si realitate. Fetitele zilelor noastre cred pe buna dreptate ca ele sunt printese roz, frumoase si pure, in asteptarea unor printi care sa le salveze. Insa ele vor intra in lumea reala cu posibilitati mici sa-si dea seama de iluzia care le diminueaza sansele la libertate si demnitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta este lumea subliminala in care ne invartim. Tot ceea ce sunt femeile este un ghem de cuvinte cu mesaje subliminale, pe un fundal brand-uit in roz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nita Mocanu&lt;br /&gt;http://www.emitzi.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/ScpJnZjDh3I/AAAAAAAABZM/VlZ7wDW9SGs/s1600-h/princes+dark+vador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/ScpJnZjDh3I/AAAAAAAABZM/VlZ7wDW9SGs/s400/princes+dark+vador.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317143251285935986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/ScpJbHnNjRI/AAAAAAAABZE/SWMig3Tj-dE/s1600-h/camera-baby-4-chic-roz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/ScpJbHnNjRI/AAAAAAAABZE/SWMig3Tj-dE/s400/camera-baby-4-chic-roz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317143040313101586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/ScpJOHw5eGI/AAAAAAAABY8/QolaAmrrylg/s1600-h/articol_02_1233782028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/ScpJOHw5eGI/AAAAAAAABY8/QolaAmrrylg/s400/articol_02_1233782028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317142817015429218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-549812193568826756?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/549812193568826756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=549812193568826756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/549812193568826756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/549812193568826756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/pink-room-of-ones-own.html' title='A Pink Room of One&apos;s Own'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/ScpKgxryF1I/AAAAAAAABZc/ZKfhgXSH9RE/s72-c/Barbie+Diamond+Castle+Muza+in+rochie+roz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-3940333220286401342</id><published>2009-03-26T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:04:47.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stereotipuri'/><title type='text'>camasa roz</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;De mai mult timp am o camasa roz. E un roz pal, nimic tipator. Culoarea corespunde cu rozul acceptat (conform revistelor si unor oameni care stiu putin mai multe despre cum trebuie sa te imbraci). E la fel cu camasa din poza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port camasa asta cam o data la doua – trei saptamani. Pana acum nimic neobisnuit.&lt;br /&gt;Totul s-a intamplat marti. Marti mi-am luat la serviciu camasa mea roz. Inca de dimineata am inceput sa aud remarci de genul : « Ba da’ esti gay ? », « Ba ce drecu’ ti-ai luat ba camasa asta roz ? », « Vai ce camasa roz avem azi. », « Ba da alta camasa nu ai gasit decat asta roz, frate ? », « Ba da ce p#*@ mea e cu camasa asta roz pe tine, ai innebunit ? ». Deja ma apucasera nervii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plec la scoala ca aveam un laborator. Si incep colegii : « Ha, ha ce camasa roz ai ! », « Ba pune-ti si tu o camasa normala », « Nebunule, ce camasa roz ai ! » (Asta a fost inspaimantatoare ca a venit de la unu’ :|) si uite asa toata ziua.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce am venit inapoi la munca satul de tot cacatul cu camasa roz, vine o colega, cu care ma intelegem bine. A vrut sa imi faca un compliment si zice : « Vaai, ce dragut iti sta cu camasuta asta roz » . Nu pot sa explic cam cum am rabufnit, am inceput sa urlu cat pentru toata ziua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum e bine. Colega m-a iertat, eu m-am eliberat si astazi port un tricou alb cu niste desene abstracte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fi curios sa ma imbrac maine din nou cu camasa roz sa vad reactiile. Mai ca ma bate gandul sa imi iau mai multe ca sa port una in fiecare zi. NOT. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://alexdonny.blogspot.com/2008/10/camasa-roz.html"&gt;http://alexdonny.blogspot.com/2008/10/camasa-roz.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-3940333220286401342?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3940333220286401342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=3940333220286401342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/3940333220286401342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/3940333220286401342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/camasa-roz.html' title='camasa roz'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-8770980727198394662</id><published>2009-03-03T05:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:20:41.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/Sa0unnosB-I/AAAAAAAABVI/kIyjFLKLJrE/s1600-h/blonda+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/Sa0unnosB-I/AAAAAAAABVI/kIyjFLKLJrE/s400/blonda+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308950793929099234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/Sa0ua-SQIbI/AAAAAAAABVA/ieZSQ24rsKk/s1600-h/blonda+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/Sa0ua-SQIbI/AAAAAAAABVA/ieZSQ24rsKk/s400/blonda+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308950576670712242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-8770980727198394662?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8770980727198394662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=8770980727198394662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/8770980727198394662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/8770980727198394662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde.html' title='blonde'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/Sa0unnosB-I/AAAAAAAABVI/kIyjFLKLJrE/s72-c/blonda+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-2806787665573351004</id><published>2009-02-24T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:06:54.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stereotipuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetita in roz'/><title type='text'>roz roz si iarasi roz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SaO0KjdAYFI/AAAAAAAABQY/ZGKjcyk7TCM/s1600-h/roz+jucarii+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SaOzBnFUihI/AAAAAAAABPo/q9wYKhfTqbg/s400/roz+pijamale+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306281626225117714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SaOyyTdJd_I/AAAAAAAABPg/uVXKDE6PCG8/s1600-h/roz+vata+pe+bat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SaOyyTdJd_I/AAAAAAAABPg/uVXKDE6PCG8/s400/roz+vata+pe+bat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306281363258308594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-2806787665573351004?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2806787665573351004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=2806787665573351004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/2806787665573351004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/2806787665573351004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2009/02/roz-roz-si-iarasi-roz.html' title='roz roz si iarasi roz'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SaO0KjdAYFI/AAAAAAAABQY/ZGKjcyk7TCM/s72-c/roz+jucarii+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-1699871427733304040</id><published>2009-02-23T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:20:50.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stereotipuri'/><title type='text'>femeile sunt femei</title><content type='html'>femeie, sotie, fiica, mama, soacra, &lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;muiere, cocota, curva, prostituata,tipa,tanti, baba, nevasta, fetita, fetiscana, gagica, pipita,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blonda, bruneta, roscata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feminina, barbatoasa, barbata, delicata, fragila, visatoare, naiva,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singura, casatorita, lezbiana, disperata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feminista,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dezinvolta, fatala, vampa, vipera, scorpie, vicleana, infidela, rece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;draguta, simpatica, smechera,&lt;br /&gt;slaba, silueta, subtirica, obeza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;grasa,&lt;/span&gt; plinuta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impulsiva, voioasa, nelinistita, isterica, agresiva, timida, optimista, tacuta, onesta, nevrotica, pesimista (&lt;a href="http://groapacuprosti.ro/2009/02/tipuri-de-boli-si-cum-sunt-femeile.html"&gt;detalii&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;docila, supusa, eleganta, sexy, urata, frumoasa, inteligenta,destepata,  proasta, harnica, lenesa, curata, murdara, seducatoare, frigida, materialista, romantica, pasionala, decenta, obraznica, senzuala, atractiva, tocilara, credincioasa, evlavioasa, smerita, sfanta, fecioara, servila, virgina, destoinica, intepata, increzuta, neajutorata, dependenta, rasfatata, educata, needucata, stearsa, sclipitoare, orgolioasa, autoritara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capricioasa, tafnoasa, frustrata, invidioasa, geloasa, alintata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carierista, independenta, emancipata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adevarata, limitata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dificila, sucita, complicata, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;incapatanata, capoasa&lt;/span&gt;, abisala, superficiala,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gospodina, casnica,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papusa,  Barbie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt; printesa, pisicuta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pisaloaga, obositoare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-1699871427733304040?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1699871427733304040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=1699871427733304040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/1699871427733304040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/1699871427733304040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2009/02/femeile-sunt-femei.html' title='femeile sunt femei'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-8757579638022362131</id><published>2009-02-20T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:50:07.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Femeile sunt dispuse de cele mai multe ori la cele mai drastice sacrificii numai pentru a ajunge la silueta perfecta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.romanialibera.ro/a146697/10-greseli-intr-o-cura-de-slabire.html"&gt;10 greseli intr-o cura de slabire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin cura de slabire. Dupa nastere aveam cu 10 kilograme in plus. Faptul ca tin cura de slabire nu inseamna deloc ca sunt stupida, disperata, vreau sa fiu sexy-fotomodel etc etc. Doar ca vreau sa revin la eu insami si la garderoba mea obisnuita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa cometez pe baza articolului din &lt;a href="http://www.romanialibera.ro/a146697/10-greseli-intr-o-cura-de-slabire.html"&gt;Romania Libera&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Femeile care numai ele vor sa slabeasca in disparare si numai pentru a arata bine (silueta perfecta) sunt proaste astfel ca fac greseli cum ar fi:&lt;br /&gt;- se infometeaza (adica nu mai manaca deloc saracele)&lt;br /&gt;- renunta la activitate fizica (adica probabil dorm toata ziua ca altceva ce sa faca si ele, daca nici nu manca)&lt;br /&gt;- nu-si mai ingrijesc parul, pielea, unghiile (daca ti le ingrijesti slabesti mai repede si esti si frumoasa, iti dai seama cum, doamne fereste, ai arata dupa 3 luni de dieta cu parul smocuri, unghi lungi incolacite si nespalata, vai vai)&lt;br /&gt;- se cantaresc zilnic (ceea ce duce la nebunie sigura, si nu slabesti asa de repede cum ar fi daca te-ai cantari mai rar)&lt;br /&gt;- exagereaza cu perioada dietei si isi distrug metabolismul (adica fa o cura scurta ca obosesti)&lt;br /&gt;-  apeleaza la diuretice (cliseul adolestetei blonde din filmele americane)&lt;br /&gt;-  nu mananca de 3 ori pe zi (adica manaca de 2 ori)&lt;br /&gt;-  manca gustari intre mese (adica mai manca cate un morcov la 11, un mar la 5, ar putea fi orice mica gustare)&lt;br /&gt;-  manaca dupa propriile reguli si nu apeleza la nutritionist (nimeni nu-ti garanteaza ca un nutritionist pe care mai si il platesti iti va da solutia buna, uneori iti cunosti destul de bine corpulca sa sti si singura ce merge si ce nu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si astea spuse, nu am aflat nimic despre diete si nutritie ci doar despre subantelesurile unor clisee,ceea ce noi toti stim ca cine sunt acelea care  tin cura de slabire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza e a 11-pea greseala, ce simpatic. Fetelor fiti serioase, nu stiati ca pizza ingrasa vai, vai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-8757579638022362131?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8757579638022362131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=8757579638022362131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/8757579638022362131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/8757579638022362131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2009/02/femeile-sunt-dispuse-de-cele-mai-multe.html' title='Femeile sunt dispuse de cele mai multe ori la cele mai drastice sacrificii numai pentru a ajunge la silueta perfecta.'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-3928218966266869401</id><published>2009-01-10T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:19:53.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jucarii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetita in roz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerism'/><title type='text'>Gasp! Kids’ toys are… gendered?- articol Feministe</title><content type='html'>We frequently take on cases of blatantly sexist advertising around here. This stuff tends to show up online from all over the world — well, from everywhere except perhaps Sweden, because in Sweden they have the Trade Ethical Council against Sexism in Advertising (ERK). The ERK recently accused Irish airline Ryanair of sexism after they rolled out an ad-campaign featuring a Britney-Spears-style schoolgirl. A campaign which didn’t cause anyone to bat an eyelash in Ireland or the UK because what, girl-flesh being used to sell something, whoa stop the presses yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they’re right that relying on traditional “sex sells” tactics is sexist, since it almost always involves putting women who meet conventional beauty standards on display to attract the male gaze. It’s just that most of us are so thoroughly inured to this tactic that our mouths would seize up from saying “sexist” too much if we tried to point out problems in advertising. It’s refreshing, but kind of surprising as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ERK’s latest target is Lego, the beloved Danish company that makes billions of little interlocking plastic bricks (and my former employers, I should mention). Lego has always liked to think of itself as a fairly enlightened and progressive company, but now the ERK has accused them of sexism as well — could this cause a flare-up in the age-old Svensk-Dansk rivalry? Riots on the Oresund Bridge? Probably not. I just find inter-Scandinavian enmity amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sweden’s Trade Ethical Council against Sexism in Advertising (ERK), has lambasted Lego for a recent catalogue that features the photos of the kids in their colour-coded rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The girl’s picture is captioned “Everything a princess could wish for…” and features a pony, a princess and a castle. On another page, a boy is pictured playing with a fire station, fire trucks, a police station, and an airplane with the caption “Tons of blocks for slightly older boys.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ERK has expressed concern that this type of portrayal promotes a stereotype that is degrading to boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   However, Lego has defended the catalogue, pointing out that other photos in the catalogue show boys and girls playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked…. SHOCKED! — that any toy company in this day and age would depict a little girl as a princess playing with a pony in the midst of a whole lot of pink, and a boy playing with trucks and airplanes. It’s as if they think society has some kind of gender-stereotyped idea that boys and girls play with different toys! No, seriously: I’m fairly sure this comes as a surprise to nobody, not even ERK. The Swedes are correct that it’s a classic case of gender stereotyping in action, but the issue of how “boys’ play” is segregated from “girls’ play” runs a lot deeper than the thoroughly predictable mise-en-scène of this winter’s Lego catalog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a little story about toy design. Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Denmark…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feministe.us/blog/archives/2008/12/05/gasp-kids-toys-are-gendered/"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-3928218966266869401?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3928218966266869401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=3928218966266869401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/3928218966266869401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/3928218966266869401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2009/01/gasp-kids-toys-are-gendered-articol.html' title='Gasp! Kids’ toys are… gendered?- articol Feministe'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-6330812259211391421</id><published>2008-12-04T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:22:22.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tati'/><title type='text'>steel city</title><content type='html'>Am vazut noaptea trecuta Steel City pe TVR2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5T-U88pso8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5T-U88pso8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despre tati, fii si frati. Despre responsabilitatea educatiei.&lt;br /&gt;De fapt tot filmul poate fi suspectat ca fiind "educativ" adresat barbatilor. Un tata care si-a parasit familia si si-a lasat baietii sa fie crescuti doar de mama incearca sa repare cumva rezultatul absentei sale din educatia baietilor. Il implica in asta si pe fratele sau un alt barbat irespunsabil in ceea ce priveste viata de familie (el se declare autosuficiel dupa multe esecuri legate de relatiile sale cu femeile). Accidentul facut de fiul  mai mic pune in miscare lucrurile. Baiatul ar putea sa-si rateze viata din cauza accidentului soldat cu omor, tata intervine si ia asupra sa vina, va face 7 ani de inchisoare. Ambii sai fii sunt deja in deriva. Cel mai mare casatorit cu copil mic este afemeiat si dezinteresat de propria familie, isi gaseste scuze in educatia primita adica tata care i-a parasit cand erau mici, oarecum de aceea este el delast, celalalt fiu mai mic este dezorientat se plimba la granita delicventei. Sfaturile tatalui si autoritatea unchiului incep incet incet sa-l puna pe drumul corect- sa fie onest, sa nu alerge dupa femei, sa aibe o slujba si sa fie responsabil cu familia sa (chiar daca nu este casatorit cu prietena sa cu care face si un copil).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-6330812259211391421?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6330812259211391421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=6330812259211391421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/6330812259211391421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/6330812259211391421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/12/steel-city.html' title='steel city'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-20114291204621294</id><published>2008-11-26T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T04:58:55.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carti'/><title type='text'>Cand eram orfani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polirom.ro/_images/carti_normale/pe_cand_orfani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 170px;" src="http://www.polirom.ro/_images/carti_normale/pe_cand_orfani.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polirom.ro/catalog/carte/pe-cind-eram-orfani-1411/"&gt;"Cand eram orfani"&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2005/feb/19/fiction.kazuoishiguro"&gt;Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca am descoperit un autor care-mi este foarte drag (autorul preferat sa stiu ce sa spun daca ma intreaba careva) ... Am terminat romanul dupa ce Noemi a facut mai multe scene disperate sa-mi distraga atentia inca de ieri, am reusit sa citesc ultimele pagini cand ea dormea.&lt;br /&gt;Am inchis cartea si m-am uitat la coperta lucioasa, ciudat sentiment. Ceva ce nu voi avea niciodata citind pe computer, strangeam cartea in mana ii simteam mirosul de hartie statuta, un fetis de care nu ma pot debarasa si fara care nu as reausi sa citesc o carte cap-coada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;citat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" (...)  - Cand baiatul meu. El descopera lumea nu-i buna.As vrea...&lt;br /&gt;- S-a oprit, fie pentru ca nu-si gasea cuvintele in engleza. A spus ceva in japoneza, apoi a&lt;br /&gt;continuat:&lt;br /&gt;- As vrea sa fiu cu el. Sa-l ajut. Cand descopera.&lt;br /&gt;- Asculta, maimutoiule, i-am zis eu, esti din cale-afara de ursuz. O sa-ti vezi fiul, voi avea eu grija de asta. Si toata povestea aia despre cat de buna era lumea cand eram copii. Ei bine, e absurda... intr-un fel. Ne conduceau adultii. Nu trebuie sa cazi in nostalgia copilariei.&lt;br /&gt;- Nos-tal-gi-a, a silabisit Akira, de parca era un cuvant pe care se straduia sa-l inteleaga, apoi a zis un cuvant in japoneza, probabil ca termenul japonez pentru "nostalgie". Nos-tal-gi-e. E bine sa fii nos-tal-gic. Foarte important.&lt;br /&gt;- Adevarat, batrane?&lt;br /&gt;- Important. Foarte important. Nostalgic. Cand suntem nostalgici, ne amintim. O lume mai buna decat lumea asta descoperim cand crestem. Ne amintim si dorim lumea mai buna sa se intoarca. Atat de important. Acum am visat un vis. Eram copil. Mama, tata, aproape de mine. In casa noastra. (...)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-20114291204621294?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/20114291204621294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=20114291204621294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/20114291204621294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/20114291204621294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/11/cand-eram-orfani.html' title='Cand eram orfani'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-3688749895489704534</id><published>2008-11-24T02:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:47:08.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>princess dark vador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SSqGHuAxZQI/AAAAAAAAA2g/jtUvssQo8WE/s1600-h/princes+dark+vador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SSqGHuAxZQI/AAAAAAAAA2g/jtUvssQo8WE/s400/princes+dark+vador.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272173780959061250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-3688749895489704534?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3688749895489704534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=3688749895489704534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/3688749895489704534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/3688749895489704534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/11/princess-dark-vador.html' title='princess dark vador'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SSqGHuAxZQI/AAAAAAAAA2g/jtUvssQo8WE/s72-c/princes+dark+vador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-1611486877950383657</id><published>2008-11-10T02:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:02:53.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stereotipuri'/><title type='text'>lumea Disney</title><content type='html'>The Walt Disney Company este una din cele mai mari companii de media din lume. Detine mai multe retele de televiziune, studiouri la Hollywood, parcuri tematice, magazine cu propriile produse etc&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu vezi un film Disney sigur te vei intalni cu personajele filmului sub alte forme, adica ca jucarii la Mac Donalds, in reviste, afisate prin oras, in carti pentru copii, de cumparat in magazine, imprimate pe haine, pe fete de pat sau perdele etc. Ideea este ca sunt pretudindeni si nu ai cum sa scapi de ele. Copii tai nu au nici o scapare, sunt total expusi personajelor Disney.&lt;br /&gt;Mi se pare ca aici in Romania Disney este asociat vetii bune. Exteriorul tarii este mai bun adica Vestul-America, lumea civilizata este insusita  prin consumul anumitor produse de import cum ar fi Disney, coca cola, Iulius Mall, etc. La calapodul opus se afla "chinezariile", produse ieftine copiate dupa aceste branduri simboluri ale calitatii si civilizatiei.&lt;br /&gt;Pai daca nu-ti place Disney ia altceva! Dar ce? Monopolul Disney este omniprezent, concurenta este un "fantasy", adica alte branduri dispar repede, alte jucarii la fel, alea locale ce sa mai spun. Local... &lt;a href="http://aradeanca.com/"&gt;Aradeanca&lt;/a&gt;, are papusi reprezentand bebelusi, majoritatea fetite, dar si doua papusi sexy "Larisa Dolls" care sunt niste fetite de vreo 3 ani una cu rochie mulata rosie si cordon lant auriu, alta cu bluza scurta sa se vada buricul si pantaloni, si daca le tragi de par el creste (adica sa fie in rand cu lumea buna, papusi sexualizate pentru fete ca asta se vinde...). Dar &lt;a href="http://aradeanca.com/"&gt;Aradeanca&lt;/a&gt; este doar o fabrica de papusi si nu o companie internationala care detine posturi de televiziune si studiouri de film ca sa-si faca reclama. Niciodata nu-mi dau seama daca sunt jucarii de la Aradeanca intr-un magazin.&lt;br /&gt;Ce am eu cu omniprezentul Disney?&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca nu am cumparat inca produse cu imagini Disney, am vazut animatii si filme la TV. Acum in casa am mai multe obiecte cu imagini Disney, primite. un dinozaur de plus, un pahar cu Winie the Pooh si cateva jucarii de plastic reprerentand-ul , plus prietenii sai un magar, un ursulet etc, ciorapi si babetic cu ciocanitoarea Woody, o ciupercuta de plus etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frontnews.ro/social-si-eveniment/diverse/cand-adultii-fug-de-reclame-copiii-raman-in-fata-televizorului-pentru-a-prelua-mesajele-8418"&gt;Copiii nu discern intre reclama si emisiune la TV.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babyonline.ro/Copilul-tau/Dezvoltare/Comportament/Care-e-problema-cu-televizorul.html?a=4279/512289"&gt;Copii nu discern intre realitate si TV.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teraforum.ro/forum/index.php?topic=2490.0;wap2"&gt;Copii sunt educati si formati de ceea ce vad la TV.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copii sunt educati si formati de produsele Disney de la TV, de la cinema, din magazine, din carti si reviste, de pe strada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa vedem ce invata copii de la personajele Disney, adica cum se vede lumea prin ochelarii Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetele sunt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sexualizate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talie ingusta si sanii mari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seducatoare (folosesc seductia ca pe o arma la nevoie sau ca sa    impresioneze personajul masculin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;au o problema cu tata si mama nu exista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nu pot face nimic singure, intotdeauna sunt salvate de personaje masculine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunt delicate, fragile si visatoare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trebuie sa indeplineasca rolul femeii in casa adica curatenie , gatit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;se fardeaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;traiesc pentru a se intalnii si casatorii cu printul sau personajul masculin bun, care este si cel mai grozav dintre toti, bogat si celebru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exista intotdeauna o femeie si rea si urata si singura, care le vrea raul, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;femeile puternice sunt rele si sunt de obicei omorate la final&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;frumos=bine    urat=rau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "Frumoasa si Bestia" , frumoasa fata desteapta (totusi citeste carti) este amenintata de catre Bestie (personaj masculin care seamana foarte mult cu barbatul roman tipic-mediatizat doar ca nu este alcoolic doar este foarte agresiv), el tipa la ea, o ameninta ca o incuie in camera si nu-i da de mancare, il da afara pe talat ei si nu il lasa sa o vada, isi da foc la casa,  iar fata prin bunatatea si dragostea ei reuseste sa-l transforme pe Bestie intr-un suflet sensibil si in cele din urma intr-un print frumos. Mesajul este ca daca esti buna, ai rabdare, esti supusa, te negi pe tine, traiesti doar pentru a satisface nevoile lui atunci vei transforma o persoana agresiva care te abuzeaza intr-o persoana buna si frumoasa. Realitatea este ca risti enorm stand alaturi de agresor si sperand ca intr-o zi totul se va transforma, pana atunci vei avea foarte mult de suferit. Casatorindu-te cu Bestia ai tot timpul la dispozitie sa-l transformi. Se va transforma datorita casatoriei...&lt;br /&gt;In "Micuta sirena" sirena Ariel se indragosteste de printul om. Singurul lucru ce o mai poate face fericita este sa-l faca pe print sa se indragosteasca de ea. Vrajitoarea cea rea, grasa si urata si singura ii spune ca numai daca ii da vocea ei numai atunci va avea picioare si il va avea pe print. Adica daca nu va vorbi (daca isi va tine gura) il va avea pe print impresionand-ul doar prin aspectul ei fizic. Zis si facut. Cand se casatoreste cu printul ea renunta total la familia ei in schimbul vietii romantizate alaturi de print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pocahontas"&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/a&gt;- este un personaj istoric al amerindienilor. Problema este ca Pocahontas din filmul Disney nu corespunde deloc cu personajul istoric. In animatie indieni se bat cu englezi pentru ca sunt diferiti si nu se inteleg reciproc si se considera salbatici intre ei, istoric este vorba de decimarea populatiei native americane de catre colonistii europeni pentru a le lua pamatul si resursele. Pocahontas avea doar 12 ani cand l-a cunoscut pe Jhon Smith, nu a existat nici o poveste de dragoste intre cei doi, cu toate acestea in animatie ea apare ca o fata de 20 dupa tiparul talia ingusta, sani mai, privire seducatoare. In realitate Pocahontas a fost rapita crestinata si casatorita cu un englez care considera ca natia ei este diabolica. Animatia se incheie cu impacarea vesele dintre cele doua tabere cand in realitate o mare parte a tribului lui Pocahontas au fost omarat de catre englezi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-1611486877950383657?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1611486877950383657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=1611486877950383657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/1611486877950383657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/1611486877950383657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-4167072962660793454</id><published>2008-11-05T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T03:27:20.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerism'/><title type='text'>Dove-reclama anti</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/odI7pQFyjso&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/odI7pQFyjso&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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5 granule, cu 14 zile inainte de nastere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.herbs2000.com/homeopathy/cimicifuga.htm"&gt;ACTAEA RACEMOSA&lt;/a&gt; CH 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 5 granule pe zi cu o saptama inainte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Travaliu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACTAEA RACEMOSA CH 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 10 granule cand incep contractiile apoi cate 5 granule la fiecare durere&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postamedicala.ro/caulophyllum-un-remediu-homeopatic-mic-dar-inestimabil.html"&gt;CAULOPHYLLUM THALICTROIDES&lt;/a&gt; CH15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- doar daca doctorul spune ca este col rigid si nu se dilata&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 5 granule din 30 in 30 de minute&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dupa nastere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARNICA CH 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- de doua ori pe zi (dimineata si seara) cate 5 granule timp de o saptamana&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.herbs2000.com/homeopathy/phos.htm"&gt;PHOSPHORUS&lt;/a&gt; CH 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 10 granule pe zi&lt;br /&gt;- in caz de hemoragie cate 5 granule din 15 in 15 minute&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.herbs2000.com/homeopathy/china.htm"&gt;CHINA&lt;/a&gt; CH 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 4 granule de 3 ori pe zi&lt;br /&gt;- pentru extenuare, oboseala&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Pe scurt experienta mea a fost urmatoarea, pe la 7 seara am inceput sa am niste crampe la intestine, asa le percepeam,  am crezut ca o sa-mi treaca, nu erau regulate, am sunat doctorul care mi-a zis ca trebuie sa fie regulate, pe la 10 s-a rupt apa, pe la 12 am ajuns la spital, intre 1 si 6 dimineata am luat prima tura de homeopate aveam in continuare crampe, am citit, am baut oxigen, am trimis SMS-uri,  m-am plimbat la toaleta, eram prea emotionata sa dorm, si pe la 6.30 am simtit ca durerea devine mai intensa, am inceput sa ma agit ca tre sa primesc epidurala dar nu e nimeni prin zona, moasele de serviciu dormeau, nici urma de doctori, a mai trecut ceva timp si apare controlul de dimineata, pe la 7 , aveam dilatie 8 deci nasteam si nu mai era nevoie de epidurala, au urmat contractii tot mai intense imi venea sa vars, injuram etc etc am nascut la 8 si 20...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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nastere'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-1514221964287488428</id><published>2008-10-28T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T03:27:58.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerism'/><title type='text'>printese Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://current.com/e/89416957/en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://current.com/e/89416957/en_US" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-1514221964287488428?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1514221964287488428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=1514221964287488428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/1514221964287488428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/1514221964287488428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/10/printese-disney.html' title='printese Disney'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-1966108785828176529</id><published>2008-10-26T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:41:03.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetita in roz'/><title type='text'>mobila pentru fete</title><content type='html'>"Lanţul britanic de magazine Woolworths a fost nevoit să retragă de la vânzare o mobilă pentru o cameră de fată comercializată sub numele “Lolita” după o campanie desfăşurată pe internet de mame.&lt;br /&gt;Lanţul britanic de magazine Woolworths a fost nevoit să retragă de la vânzare o mobilă pentru o cameră de fată comercializată sub numele “Lolita” după o campanie desfăşurată pe internet de mame, relatează AFP. Personalul lanţului nu ştia că numele dat mobilei era de asemenea şi titlul celebrului roman al lui Vladimir Nabokov în care un bărbat în floarea vârstei este obsedat sexual de o fată de 12 ani supranumită Lolita. “Cei care se ocupă de site (pe care era propus produsul) nu au auzit niciodată de Lolita şi, ca să fim sinceri, nici restul personalului”, a declarat pentru Times un purtător de cuvânt al lanţului Woolworths. “A trebuit să aruncăm un ochi pe Wikipedia. Însă acum ştim despre ce este vorba”, a adăugat el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mobila destinată fetelor de şase ani cuprindea un pat din lemn, un birou şi o etajeră, totul costând 395 de lire sterline (530 de euro). Campania împotriva produsului a fost iniţiată de o mamă care l-a remarcat pe site-ul Woolworths şi a lăsat apoi un mesaj pe site-ul raisingkids.co.uk (specializat în sfaturi pentru educaţia copiilor)."&lt;br /&gt;sursa &lt;a href="http://www.jurnalul.ro/index.php?section=rubrici&amp;amp;article_id=115837"&gt;Jurnalul National&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbatul in floarea varstei era tatal vitreg al fetei si    intretinea relatii sexuale cu obiectul obsesiei sale.&lt;br /&gt;Am cautat mobila pentru fete si pentru baieti pe net sa vad cum este numita la noi in Romania (conform stereotipurilor), pe langa "mobila tineret nr. x, y" sau nume proprii si atat am mai gasit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fete:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babydesign.ro/mobilier.php?selid=37"&gt;Lolita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(pe &lt;a href="http://www.babydesign.ro/"&gt;http://www.babydesign.ro/&lt;/a&gt; mobila Lolita este la tineret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babydesign.ro/mobilier.php?selid=19"&gt;Veverita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babydesign.ro/mobilier.php?selid=31"&gt;Printesa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neosetgroup.ro/detaliu.php?id_poza=432&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mobilapentrucopii.ro/Colectia_Fetite_Rasfatate/"&gt;Fetite rasfatate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bebeworld.ro/"&gt;DELFIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baieti:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babydesign.ro/mobilier.php?selid=18"&gt;Victor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="subcategory" href="http://www.babydesign.ro/mobilier.php?selid=33"&gt;Little Robinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="subcategory" href="http://www.babydesign.ro/mobilier.php?selid=32"&gt;Cavaler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neosetgroup.ro/detaliu.php?id_poza=118&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FREESTYLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mobilapentrucopii.ro/Colectia_Vreau_Masina/"&gt;vreau masina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-1966108785828176529?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1966108785828176529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=1966108785828176529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/1966108785828176529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/1966108785828176529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/10/mobila-pentru-fete.html' title='mobila pentru fete'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-4049648244711834512</id><published>2008-10-23T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:55:16.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stereotipuri'/><title type='text'>alcool</title><content type='html'>Ceva ce mi-am amintit din intamplare.&lt;br /&gt;In anturajul meu sunt persoane care tin neaparat sa demonstreze ce barbati sunt baietii lor punandu-le sticla de alcool la gura, chiar daca copilul are doar 1 an ...&lt;br /&gt;"Fetele" beau lichior ca ele nu sunt cu taria. Taria este barbateasca.&lt;br /&gt;Am impresia ca doar de aceea am trecut printr-o perioada de "tarie" in facultate, doar ca sa nu fiu fata delicata si sensibila.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine este absurda  aroganta barbatilor care beau mult apoi se lauda cu - am baut 2 litri de votca!!! -10 beri !!! - o damigeana de tuica!!!, apoi povestec ce au facut la betie, adica cat de beti erau, ce morti de beti erau. Poate si pentru ca nu-mi amintesc de betii decat ca nu puteam sa leg doua idei clar, oboseala, greata sau nimic. Dar sa-ti educi baietii ca asta te face barbat adevarat, om puternic si superior? Dar cum ca nu inteleg, a fi beat adica fara creier este ceva ce te face mai deosebit in sensul  superior celor care nu beau mult sau deloc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-4049648244711834512?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4049648244711834512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=4049648244711834512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/4049648244711834512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/4049648244711834512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/10/alcool.html' title='alcool'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-1577109936430555038</id><published>2008-10-22T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:36:56.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carti'/><title type='text'>Packaging Girlhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.packaginggirlhood.com/"&gt;"Packaging Girhood" by Sharon Lamb and Lyn Mikel Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si pe &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=irgAjUw0K6YC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=girlhood#PPP1,M1"&gt;Google Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urmareste draguta poseta roz atasata blugilor de firma si  vei vedea  aceeasi pereche de blugi cu posetuta pe o papusa celebra, intr-un film popular, intr-o revista populara; o vei gasi discutata intr-o serie populara de carti, purtata de un artist celebru pe un site web celebru sau pe coperta unei carti celebre . Vei constata ca optiunea fiicei tale de a cumpara acea posetuta nu mai este una asa de "libera".&lt;br /&gt;- daca parinti vor urmari toti blugii cu posete roz vor  face legatura cu intregul arsenal de mesaje care le spun fetelor sa fie "hott", ei isi vor da seama de uriasul castig pe care-l urmaresc firmele pe chetuiala fiicelor lor&lt;br /&gt;- nimic nu este nou pe piata, in mare masura mesajul este acelasi&lt;br /&gt;- cartea nu este doar despre manipulare ci si despre mesajele transmise prin intermediul produselor, despre  copilaria normala a fetelor impachetata sub forma posetutei roz , a prezentatoarei sexi care o poarta, a blugilor stramti cu talie joasa de care este atasata,  a baiatului hot- misto pe care ea ar trebui sa-l atraga. Posetuta roz defineste un anumit tip de fata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducerea&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca este grozav "girl's power"?&lt;br /&gt;In timpurile noastre fetele primesc  mult mai multa atentie si pot fi oricine isi doresc. Nimeni nu-i de blamat daca crede asta dar totul este o inventie a marketingului.  Intreaga schema a marketigului este insa plina de sterotipuri antice ( de la filme Disney la muzica hip hop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O uriasa echipa formata din producatori Tv, cei care se ocupa de marketing, autori, ilustratori etc concureaza cu parintii asupra dreptului de a le educa fetele si a le spune ce inseamna sa fi fata.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-1577109936430555038?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1577109936430555038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=1577109936430555038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/1577109936430555038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/1577109936430555038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/10/packaging-girlhood.html' title='Packaging Girlhood'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-6450154165066803559</id><published>2008-10-20T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:59:38.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animatii'/><title type='text'>ma uit la desene animate</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXJTHGKmnZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXJTHGKmnZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FPNVWX0rYcI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FPNVWX0rYcI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-6450154165066803559?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6450154165066803559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=6450154165066803559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/6450154165066803559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/6450154165066803559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/10/ma-uit-la-desene-animate.html' title='ma uit la desene animate'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-411522577065399405</id><published>2008-10-17T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:57:07.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetita in roz'/><title type='text'>a pink room of her own</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SPjw7N2cF1I/AAAAAAAAArI/2eOhR9xS2cI/s1600-h/princess+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SPjw7N2cF1I/AAAAAAAAArI/2eOhR9xS2cI/s400/princess+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258217465075996498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SPjw2Q7-_NI/AAAAAAAAArA/viLyTF-ivdk/s1600-h/princess+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SPjw2Q7-_NI/AAAAAAAAArA/viLyTF-ivdk/s400/princess+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258217380005215442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SPjwwZpb-WI/AAAAAAAAAq4/N5PO0gWfJbE/s1600-h/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SPjwwZpb-WI/AAAAAAAAAq4/N5PO0gWfJbE/s400/princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258217279264127330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand in sfarsit fetitele (femeile) au avut camera lor, camera era roz.&lt;br /&gt;Iti dai seama ce se gandeste fetita cand se vede in camera roz, cu obiecte roz, haine roz, mobila roz, plapuma roz etc. Ca nu are optiuni. Nu are de unde alege (ca autodefinire), lumea este unidimensionala si anume roz pentru fetite, iar fetitele sunt printese delicate si pasive ... cuminti si ascultatoare... tot ce este stereotipic asociat fetitelor... Daca esti fetita cuminte le accepti ca naturale, nu comentezi si nu te revolti (pana la adolescenta probabil). Sunt curioasa cum va fi Emi cand va mai creste si va avea prietene. Va fi oare concurenta de printese care este mai printesa? Mai roz?&lt;br /&gt;Ce viata plictisitoare... sa fi la inceputul vietii si sa ti se dea de inteles ca urmeaza sa stai inconjurata de lucruri roz, va trebui sa fii constant preocupata de cum arati in timp ce nu va fii niciodata bine cum arati, sa ai discutii despre intretinerea corporala a ta sau a altor femei (gen unghii false cum am auzit intr-un magazin, ca manichiurista era de fapt rauvoitoare daca nu geloasa cand i-a taiat scurt unghiile celei care povestea, ca alta manichiurista a laudat-o ca ce unghi frumoase are, dar acum foloseste gel, inainte nu mai stiu ce, si ca urmeaza sa mearga etc etc), sa nu fi sigura niciodata pe tine, sa iti fie frica pe strada si in general, sa fi mai prost platita mai putin apreciata, si daca esti blonda doamne fereste... Ce perspective de viata, absolut plictisitor, mai ales in comparatie cu perspectivele baietilor multicolorati : muzica, masini, aventuri, sport, posturi de conducere, bani, actiune prestigiu demnitate etc&lt;br /&gt;Vorbeam din perspectiva camerei roz. Poate nu e roz ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si viitorul este roz.&lt;br /&gt;citatul asta se potrivea aici din "Packaging Girlhood" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;MTV Girls&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/h2&gt;(from Chapter 2: What They Watch) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt; They turn around and jiggle their booties in the background of hip and dangerous male rappers. Or they look mysteriously sexy swirling around serious male balladeers. They seduce, betray, scheme, and endure. They dance on bars and laps and they wear feathers and sparkles and see-through clothes and heels. They suck on lollipops seductively and in one recent video, even have a pillow fight in their shorty shorts as the men sing about taffy! These are the girls on MTV, from the music videos to the real world. The power they have on the videos is always a sexual power to overwhelm through being "over the top" stimulating as porn is meant to be. Or, they can excite by withholding, becoming the woman of mystery that all men want. Sure you'll find a few female performers who sing it or rap it without jiggling and showing it at the same time - but for every one of them there are a dozen background jigglers.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;This is not just a video fantasy; check out MTV reality shows. Sexual power is conveyed by all the shots of girls in bikinis or hot tubbing, for example, on Real World San Diego. Look, there goes another one fondling her breast implants for the camera in Real World Philadelphia. These girls are given the power to scheme and manipulate, to be "typical girls" and "play" people as the game requires. The producers have selected girls who have these qualities and capacities and they set up situations to evoke them. What gets play time? Sex, deception, seduction, and "catfighting". What gets lost on the cutting room floor? Probably the boring, boring hours in between when people with little interests outside of their bodies and their chance for stardom sitting around with nothing to say. Maybe it's better than that. Maybe those cardboard cut-out twenty-somethings talk about politics, share stories about their grandparents, read novels, practice their instruments, and study for the GREs - making them much more interesting people than we'll ever be shown. We'd like to hope so.&lt;a title="Back to Home Page" href="http://www.packaginggirlhood.com/index.html"&gt;Back to Home Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-411522577065399405?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/411522577065399405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=411522577065399405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/411522577065399405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/411522577065399405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/10/pink-room-of-her-own.html' title='a pink room of her own'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms0l0rleuX0/SPjw7N2cF1I/AAAAAAAAArI/2eOhR9xS2cI/s72-c/princess+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-4147191716878465173</id><published>2008-10-17T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:42:01.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetita in roz'/><title type='text'>de ce roz?</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca femeile se uitau la fructe coapte roz si la obrajii trandafirii, spun specialisti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Specialistii de la Universitate din Newcastle, Marea Birtanie, au hotarat: rozul este pentru fete si albastrul pentru baietei. Pentru a ajunge la o astfel de concluzie, cercetatorii s-au folosit de testele efectuate pe mai mult de 200 de barbati si femei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Fiecare participant la evaluare a fost rugat sa isi aleaga nuanta favorita dintr-o serie de triunghiuri colorate. Puse in fata a peste 250 de optiuni femeile au optat clar pentru tente de roz sau lila. Barbatii in schimb si-au indreptat atentia spre albastru. Asocierea a fost atat de puternica incat specialistii si-au putut da seama de sexul persoanei intervievate doar vazand testul de culori, a aflat Daily Mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; „Desi ne asteptam sa descoperim diferente intre sexe, am fost surprinsi sa vedem cat de mari sunt acestea, mai ales daca luam in considerare simplitatea testului”, a precizat unul din specialistii care au luat parte la test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Se presupune ca aceste diferente isi au radacinile in evolutia inaintasilor nostri, activitatile desfasurate in trecut de femei, respectiv barbati lasandu-si clar amprenta asupra gusturilor in materie de culori. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; In timp ce reprezentantii sexului tare obisnuiau sa cerceteze cerul albastru pentru a fi siguri ca nu vor avea surprize din partea vremii cat vor fi la vanatoare, femeile isi clateau ochii cu rosul fructelor copate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; In plus, afinitatea reprezentantelor sexului slab pentru culoarea rosie se presupune ca le ajuta pe femei sa isi aleaga partenerul potrivit, obrajii trandafirii fiind considerati un semn al sanatatii fizice. „Gasirea hranei si a partenerului cel mai potrivit sunt elemente esentiale pentru supravietuire”, a precizat un cercetator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stiri.acasa.ro/articole/stiinta/de-ce-roz-pentru-fete-si-albastru-pentru-baieti"&gt;SURSA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar barbatii se uitau la  la cerul albastru. Eu ma gandeam ca poate erau marinari si se uitau in largul marii, sau priveau Terra din spatiu. Pe cand femeile nu erau chiar asa de profunde si contemplative si se uitau doar la mancare roz, roz, ce este roz in natura?... hm hm, carnea ... Se uitau la carne si la flori roz. De aceea femeile prefera rozul si barbatii albastrul deschis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nou-nascuti.ro/bebe_si_moda.html?id=772"&gt;Un alt articol mai detaliat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ideea de a asocia albastrul cu sexul masculin ne poarta cu gandul in vremurile vechi, cand nasterea unui baiat era considerata semn de noroc in familie. Din acest motiv baietii erau imbracati in albastru. Albastrul era asociat cu cerul unde traiau zeii care detineau puterea si purtau luptele importiva raului. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inainte de 1930 fetele erau imbracate in albastru, culoare delicata si gingasa, asociata cu pasivitatea si calmul, iar baietii in roz, culoare asociata cu energia si puterea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai degraba cred ca asa functiona moda baietii fiind valorosi si deosebiti erau imbracati astfel incat sa sugereze asta si sa fie recunoscuti, erau o mandrie pentru familie, fetele erau delicate si pure nu asa de importante ca si baietii asa ca puteau fi mai putin vizibile sau transformate in papusi dragalase despre care sa poti spune ce dragute si gingase sunt. Baietii tineau averea in familie fetele o instarinau fiind date ca sotii in alte familii, ma gandesc ca de aceea baietii erau mai valorori pe langa puterea lor fizica necesare pentru sustinerea unei familii care traia lucrandu-si pamantul, crescandu-si animalele dar si mai nou din salariile mai mari ale barbatilor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-4147191716878465173?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4147191716878465173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=4147191716878465173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/4147191716878465173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/4147191716878465173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-ce-roz.html' title='de ce roz?'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-106645781003544001</id><published>2008-10-10T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:13:01.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata de mamica'/><title type='text'>aventuri in mamicism</title><content type='html'>Nu le scriu in ordine cronologica ci in ordinea in care mi le amintesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Inainte de o nunta , Emi avea vreo 4 luni, am mers cu mami sa-mi caut rochie. Trebuia sa-mi cumpar ceva deorece aveam cu 10 kg in plus si nu aveam haine ce sa ma incapa. Am mers direct la Ziridava, mami imi arata toate hainele ce i se pareau ei faine, mie nu, si in cele din urma am vazut ceva ce ma gandeam ca ar merge. Si Emi a inceput sa planga. Brusc tot magazinul se uita la noi, mai se plimba cu Emi incoce incolo o legana, incerca s-o calmeze, ea urla eu repede incercam rochia, transpiram, nu este buna, de fapt nu-mi place neagra. Emi urla, repede iau alta, simteam cum creste tensiunea, o incerc, mami cu Emi langa garderoba, nervoasa, hai odata, eram flesca, Emi urla. Repede ma imbrac , ii dau rochia la mami, o iau pe Noemi in brate, mami vrea sa plateasca dar nu gaseste bani in portofel, ceva de genul este evident cum se dechide portofelul dar de stres nu mai stie, trage de el etc. Coboram cu privirile celor din magazin in ceafa. Cum ajungem in strada Noemi adoarme. Este soare, cald si frumos, mergem la o terasa sa mancam inghetat. &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sfarsitul lui august. Trebuie sa merg la doctorita de familie sa iau o adeverinta pentru Marius. Vineri mi se spune ca este 200 de mii si nevand bani plec. Ma intorc luni. Evident de fiecare data cu caruciorul cu Emi. Fac cam 30 de minute de acasa pe jos pana la clinica. Ajunsa la acolo astept sa apara asistenta. Care trece in viteza ma intreaba ca "pentru sotul adeverinta?" si dispare. Stau, si stau, intra lumea, iese lumea, Noemi se joaca cu oamenii din hol, care- fac semne, rade. Eu la tupeul zero pe care-l am stau si astept, si nimic. Noemi incepe sa nu mai aiba stare. Ma gandesc ca putea sa-mi aduca demult adeverinta aia. Si incepe sa se faca curent, vine furtuna si in sfarsit iese o doctorita din cele doua care impart cabinetul, mama si fiica, cea care apare este fiica. Si in sfarsit intram sa facem adeverinta de 200 de mii. Cand ies din clinica deja incepea vijelia. Bag viteza, dar degeaba incepe furtuna. Carucoirul meu nedotat cu nimic pentru ploaie nu ma ajuta cu nimic, deschid umbrela o pun peste Noemi. Incerc sa imping caruciorul tinand de umbrela, merge cam greau. Pe starad o tanati sub un pom imi zice ca nu stie ce sa faca ca ploaie tare, ii zic ca o sa vina si mai tare. Ma gandeam ca puteam sa intru la second hand sa stau aolo pana se termina, sau puteam intra la alimentara, sau la birt, am trecut in viteza pe langa fiecare. Ma opresc pun paturica peste Noemi, aranjez umbrela de care Noemi tine cu toate puterile ei, si mergem mai departe, eu uda pana la piele, repede repede. Si cand intru in starada ploia se potoleste, Noemi doarme, cand ajunga acasa dupa 3 minute ploaia se opreste. Nu a racit. (in mintea mea raceala la copii asa mici este o adevarat drama, cu febra mare cu batut in poarta spitalului, cu copilul speriat etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;La vaccinul de 6 luni ce l-am facut la sfarsitul lui septembrie merg cu mama lui Marius. Luni dimineata. La clinica nebunie, se plange ba unul ba altul ca sta de ore la coada, o doamna cu fetita de vreo 3 ani pleca renuntand la asteptare. Trece asistenta, ii zic ca am venit la vaccin. Imi spune ca intru dupa ultimul care iese din cabinet. Mergem in usa unde o doamna care se tot plangea ca mai bine venea in alata zi se uita la mine si ma intreaba ca cine urmeaza batrunul nu stiu care? Ii raspund ca nu stiu ca abia am venit. Imi arunca o privire ucigatoare, pai cum ca altii asteapta de ore, nu resuseste sa zica prea multe ca mama lui marius sare in schema, am venit la vaccin, bebelusi nu stau la coada. Doamna se infurie pai da de ce "doua femei cu un copil", mama lui marius "ascultati-ma sunt cadru medical si stiu, nu stai cu bebelus sanatos sa astepti sa se imbolnaveasca de la ceilati"... eu incerc sa calmez spiritele zic ca este o chestiune de 5 minute... si brusc iese persoana din cabinet si intru. Inauntru calm, doctorita este parca data cu incetinitorul, vorbeste din lat timp. S u n te t i M  o   ca  nu... ati f o s t in r e gi stra   ta la   M   mun   tea   nu... Nu stiu cine este munteanu, am fost Mocanu, acuma sunt stoica, am avut doctorita la Timisoara. Trec 5 minute pana ia o hartie dintr-o parte a cabinetului si face 2 pasi spre birou. In sea   mna   ca    nu    va     i   ra    diat   Si bante cineva la usa. Un mester , am terminat pragul zice. Sa-l fac si pe celalt? Si sta. Doctorita analizeaza inca 5 minute hartia, da s    ta   ti    sa   vad   tre   buie    sa vorbesc cu    do   aaaa   ma  ***,   ia telefonul   il lasa... Da... me   ge  ti. Mesterul ia ceva cadru de fier de langa dulap si se uita la mine isi cere scuze si iese. Urmeaza alte minute e pace si calm in cabinet. Asistenta se pune sa sune o alta pacienta care nu a venit cu copilul la vaccin. In cele din urma doctorita se ridica de la birou si incet parca plutind vine sa se uite la Noemi, care intre timp a inceput sa povesteasca cu stetoscupul de pe pat gandindu-se cum sa-l apuce. A fost laudata, este sanatoasa si in sfarsit suntem trimise in alt cabinet la vaccin cu asintenta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-106645781003544001?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/106645781003544001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=106645781003544001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/106645781003544001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/106645781003544001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/10/aventuri-in-mamicism.html' title='aventuri in mamicism'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-8112348080636664101</id><published>2008-09-24T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T04:23:09.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educatie'/><title type='text'>gatapreparate</title><content type='html'>" Ce o sa zica lumea"&lt;br /&gt;" Nu plescai cand manci"&lt;br /&gt;" Calca-ti hainele"&lt;br /&gt;" Piaptana-te"&lt;br /&gt;" Fa curat "&lt;br /&gt;" Spala vasele "&lt;br /&gt;" Ce ne facem "&lt;br /&gt;" Imbraca-te frumos "&lt;br /&gt;" Fi buna "&lt;br /&gt;" Nu fi rea "&lt;br /&gt;" Poarta-te frumos "&lt;br /&gt;" Vorbeste frumos "&lt;br /&gt;" Taci "&lt;br /&gt;" Fa liniste "&lt;br /&gt;" Nu comenta "&lt;br /&gt;" Umbla dreapta "&lt;br /&gt;" Nu fi incruntata "&lt;br /&gt;" Te aud vecinii"&lt;br /&gt;" Te vad vecinii"&lt;br /&gt;" Matura la strada "&lt;br /&gt;" E sarbatoare "&lt;br /&gt;" Nu faci nimic"&lt;br /&gt;" Nu e asa e altfel "&lt;br /&gt;" Nu sti nimic "&lt;br /&gt;" Nu intelegi nimic "&lt;br /&gt;" Pe vremea mea... "&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-8112348080636664101?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8112348080636664101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=8112348080636664101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/8112348080636664101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/8112348080636664101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/09/gatapreparate.html' title='gatapreparate'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499512415380217948.post-5013665945098998453</id><published>2008-09-24T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:30:53.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetita in roz'/><title type='text'>fetita sau baiat</title><content type='html'>Pana acum Emi este un copil in afara determinarii sexuale. Poate fi orice. Are parul scurt si blond, nu are cercei. De cand o scoteam la plimbare in caruciorul albastru femeile care ma acostau pe strada credeau ca este baiat "Vai ce dragut este, ce copil cuminte etc". &lt;br /&gt;Cat timp am fost insarcinata mai multe persone considerau ca este de bun simt sa-mi zica ca va fi baiat, era ca o vorba buna sau incurajare. Colega de birou mi-a facut testul cu acul, a iesit ca este baiat, apoi m-a mai intrebat de cateva ori ce este. Era fetita. Dupa ce o persoana iti zice ca va fi baiat si tu raspunzi ca este fetita totul pare ca o dezamagire. Ajungi sa te scuzi ca tu de fapt vroiai fetita, o situatie semipenibila creata de traditia de a avea mandrie in baiatul nascut. Fetitele sunt mai grabite mi se spunea, se nasca mai repede. Emi s-a nascut exact in data calculata. Baietii sunt mai lenesi. (adica fetele mai harnice?)&lt;br /&gt;Unele persoane totusi mai precaute intreaba din start ce este. Asta pentru ca Emi cateodata nu este in roz si dantelute, fara ele nu este fetita. Fara cercei, fara roz, fara ata rosie la mana, fara lantisor, etc fara tot ce ar faceo sa fie fetita la prima vedere. Fara toate acestea nu sti cine este. Nu are o imediat o idenditate preconceputa de genul "fetita frumosasa, cuminte, harnica, care nu plange, nu tipa, nu spune prostii, este curata etc". Ma rog are aproape 7 luni, nu ar putea fi prea multe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499512415380217948-5013665945098998453?l=emitzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/feeds/5013665945098998453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499512415380217948&amp;postID=5013665945098998453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/5013665945098998453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499512415380217948/posts/default/5013665945098998453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emitzi.blogspot.com/2008/09/fetita-sau-baiat.html' title='fetita sau baiat'/><author><name>nita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047447105539276349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
