At the other end of the scale is the endomorph: broad-hipped, fleshy, softish, and considered sensuous, lazy, good-natured. Between those two is the mesomorph, the classic athletic figure, broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped, sinewy, and rugged; this somatotype is associated with quickness, adventurousness, and self-confidence. It should be noted that attitudes toward those basic types are changing in our day of calorie and cholesterol-consciousness, and nowadays the fat man or woman is no longer identified with success. Successful, fashionable men and women now strive for the slim look. Tallness or shortness also make a difference in the treatment one receives in life; people react to a taller man as if he automatically had more authority, and studies have indicated that a man over six feet tall may reasonably expect to earn several thousand dollars a year more than an otherwise identically qualified executive.…
The earliest I can remember learning that my gender was different and treated differently from someone else’s was probably when I was five or six years old. I always had to wear a dress or an outfit that was always pink. I had to play with dolls and only do things that little girls would normally do and I of course noticed that boys didn’t have to do anything similar to me so I realized that I was being treated differently simply because I was a girl.…
They say the goal in life is to live the “American Dream” and I would say I am living it head first. It all started when the time in my life came to pick an Univeristy to attend, and boy am I ecstatic with my decision to attend West Virginia University. WVU opened so many doors for me; however, if it was not for my family, I would not be where I am today. I was very content with going to my local University and living at home because that was comfortable to me, but my family encourged me to find a new start.…
When I knew that I was gonna come to the United States for the very first time, I had a mishmash of emotions. Excitement was of course present, since I've fancied myself living the American dream. You know, the kind of life you see on TV. So, whenever I come back fresh from the States, wind blows like there's no tomorrow. All I say is how great life is in America.…
Over the last ten year I have grown into a very independent woman. Ten years ago I was 13 years old and pretty much dependent on my parents for transportation, food, and money. Although, I was young and still dependent on my parents they made sure to give me responsibility at a young age. Looking back then to now I see the world and people in a totally different way.…
Now, it has even progressed to an everyday encounter. Many women now have an obsession with height. So how did this all start? Where did this 6’ expectation come from when the average height for a male in the United States is 5’ 10”?…
Growing up I was always the tallest kid in the class. Whenever class picture day rolled around, I knew that I was in the front of the line because of my height. It was somewhat embarrassing when all the boys were shorter than I, and the girls made me feel bad for how out of place I was. Not only did my height provide social awkwardness, it also administered the constant, never ending struggle of finding garments long enough. Whenever my mom or grandmothers wanted to take me back to school shopping, I made excuses of “I don’t need any more habiliments” or “I do not feel good, all of the sudden…”…
My life changed in a blink of an eye, the moment I turned in sixteen years old. My parents told me, that it was better for my future to finish high school in America. I was thrilled, but at the same time I knew coming to America meant starting over. Leaving my country, my family, my friends, and my culture was the hardest thing I had to do in my life. After living two years away from parents, I can say that the sacrifice was worth it.…
“Welcome to America” the judge said. (1 Hour Earlier) In the heat of DC we all got inside of the car, I sat in the back with my brother. We then drove and arrived to park 10 before 12:00. I ran a head to the glass door and opened it and saw a white colored room where all of my father's friends were.…
Being six feet tall has its perks, but it also comes with some stereotypes and assumptions that have followed me for my entire life. So to begin, I need to clarify what being tall does not mean to me. Height is not what defines me and the activities that I participate in. I am not a ballerina, basketball player, volleyball player, or model, all of which I have been presumed to be at some point in my life. The man in the grocery store who commented on my “long, dancer-like legs” does not know that I despise ballet.…
My American Dream For centuries, people from different countries have started to migrate to the United States for a better life. This mission of being successful is known for being an American Dream. The American Dream is basically someone who is trying their hardest to become successful in life. Those who come to the United States tend to work the hardest so they can support themselves, their family, and to be happy. For example, someone who worked very hard to support their family and be successful was Notorious B.I.G.…
Or what if the person you are interviewing is tall? On a conscious level, I’m sure that all of us don’t think that we treat tall people any differently from short people. But there’s plenty of evidence to suggest that height–particularly in men–does trigger a certain set of very positive, unconscious associations. I polled about half of the companies on the Fortune 500 list–the largest corporations in the United States–asking each company questions about its CEO. The heads of big companies are, as I’m sure comes as no surprise to anyone, overwhelmingly white men, which undoubtedly reflects some kind of implicit bias.…
With 2016 have being an election year, politics are everywhere. People wear shirts, have signs outside of their homes, and often times discuss or argue about these with others. Personally, as an 18 year old this was my first year voting. I was excited and overwhelmed with such a decision. However, growing up I have always been raised to have particular beliefs and I have always stood by those beliefs.…
I sometimes feel some people are angry and resentful about Whites treating them unfairly and unjustly in the past and they express microagressions against whites. I can understand why but it does nothing to bridge the gap. My hometown is approximately 33% black and there can be racial tension towards the whites and vice versa. I have found myself trying to be overly friendly and kind to black people to prove that I am not racist. I have also felt I had to prove that I am willing take on the guilt and responsibility of their oppression.…
terrifying process. With this experience I realized my identity of a women was one of fear and exploitation. My body no longer belonged to me but belonged to everyone else. I was expected to be sexual by men of any age. My personal worth was and continues to be based on my sexiness…