Hipsters Have Officially Ruined My Wardrobe

As if it weren't bad enough having to wade through a disgusting sea of choppy haired, enormous sunglasses sporting, skinny jean posing, frumpy sweater-your-grandma-knitted-you-or-was-previously-owned-by-your-grandma, infantile ballerina flats wearing hipsters, the hipster pandemic hit far too close to home.

I recently procured some couture from Busted Tees (and later Threadless—they both had sales, I couldn't resist ... and no I was unable to purchase the t-shirt with the pictured design, much to my disappointment), which were printed on American Apparel shirts (a brand I have generally been pleased with since they monopolized the band t-shirt market). Much to my dismay, when said t-shirts arrived they were a good 3 or 4 inches longer than my older, pre-hipster apocalypse ones (I'd never patronized Threadless before, but I assume the same is true of their t-shirts). And it's not like there was even a "Normal, Non-Hipster Length" option. I have a short abdomen, okay? These long shirts look silly on me and are down right uncomfortable. Plus, whatever happened to choice? I thought that was something our pseudo-capitalist society valued, right up there with freedom, the pursuit of property and wealth and apple pie. Why should I have to suffer just because everyone else has adopted a style whose sole project is to make one look like you're been thoroughly roughed up by an ugly stick? Not to mention, the assumption on the part of t-shirt manufacturers that we are all a bunch of hipster drones and the resulting curtailing of our purchasing choices is down right un-American—we should at least be given the option to not look like everyone else.

Don't misread me, here. I'm not against change or difference—I don't expect the whole world to be the same, I enjoy variety, it's good for people watching. I'm not a proselytizer, wear whatever the fuck you please, it's your personal style or some shit. But when the crappy "fashion sense" of everyone else makes its way into my closet when all I want to do is purchase some awesome, laughter-inducing t-shirts, enough is enough. WHEN WILL THE CARNAGE END?!

That said, I look forward to the days of proportionally-sized t-shirts once all this hipster ridiculousness has gone to its grave and before it is resurrected to terrorize us again. And in the meantime, I suppose I'll just have to suck it up or learn how to sew.

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Save Our Show!!!

If you're a fan of ABC Family's new show "The Middleman," like me, then you're probably aware that the possibility of a second season is up in the air. If you haven't watched "The Middleman," you are seriously missing out. The show is an astoundingly smart comedy about an unemployed artist, Wendy Watson, who is enlisted by the Middleman, a gadgeted, hyper-trained and uber handsome protector of the universe who works for a mysterious organization, to help fight off the extraterrestrial, the paranormal and all other matters of the unusual and dangerous (i.e. a gang of luchadores). The show is a wonderfully effective mixture of "Pushing Daisies," "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Men In Black" and it would be nothing short of a national tragedy if this show is canceled. What can be done???

Well, first things first. If you're a fan, keep watching and tell all your friends about it. I try to plug the show whenever possible. Secondly, if you aren't watching, then get cracking! Time is of the essence folks! The show airs on Mondays at 10 p.m. You can catch up on the episodes at "The Middleman" ABC Family website. Check out this awesome PSA/commercial.

For those interested in taking your support to the next level, send ABC Family a message here telling them how much you love the show. Additionally, a campaign has been started to send bags of M&Ms to ABC Family (MM for Middleman, and also WW for Wendy Watson!) along with a message of support. Show-saving chocolate can be sent to the following address:

Paul Lee
President, ABC Family
500 South Buena Vista St
Burbank, CA 91521

I'll certainly be sending in my M&Ms. Hopefully a shower of support can keep this great show on the air!

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Shameless Self Promotion

In other words, another blog: sofistafunkmusic.blogspot.com. It probably seems pretty odd for my first post in a long time to be about another blog, but stick with me here, all things in time, my friends.

I know what you're thinking, "But Sofia, another blog? You don't even update the one(s) you already have." (Scary how much I'm in your head, huh?) Certainly this is a charge that I cannot and will not deny. But I was feeling inspired, and inspiration is as good a motivator as anything, except perhaps monetary incentives or threat of death. My point is that when you feel inspired, it's generally good to run with it.

Anyway, here's the story—no more dilly dallying, promise. I've been volunteering at KALX 90.7 FM, the campus radio station at Berkeley since my sophomore year. I've committed to DJing more regularly (like once to twice a month regularly) and thought it would be neat to have a blog to not only catalogue my experiences because I find it inherently interesting, but also a place to foster my imaginary future fan base. Deluded, I know. But one's got to have dreams. Plus blogs, to a varying degrees, are all about shameless self promotion. So this works on several levels.

So check out "Bringing the Sofistafunk." I hope to be updating that one pretty regularly and hopefully that inspiration will trickle down to the other blogs by way of the invisible hand of blog land. Hey, I already got one blog post on here out of it, so I'd say that isn't so bad.

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Dance, Dance Globalization

As part of the legwork for a preview of the 30th Annual Ethnic Dance Festival in San Francisco I'm writing for the Daily Californian, I decided to do some YouTube watching (OK, it began as research, which swiftly regressed into procrastinating, but whatever, it still gave me some insight for my article). Side note: In case you ever find yourself nursing a sudden urge to watch pretty much every performance of the Merrie Monarch Festival hula dance competition from the last few years, YouTube is the place to be.

Anyway, watching a few (alright, a lot) of clips of hula, flamenco and traditional filipino dance made me realize how although the dances seem oceans apart, just like the countries that they hail from, they really aren't all that different. The hip movements characteristic of hula are just a styling away from the maya movement (skip to the end of this video, unless you want to learn to do a maya) used in belly dance and the attention that's paid to coordinating projection (where your face and eyes are directed) and hand and foot movements are strikingly similar to bharatanatyam (traditional indian dance). Also keep in mind that the gestures in both bharatanatyam (called mudras) hula mean something and are used to tell stories. Filipino dance bears resemblance to flamenco (of course this has a lot to do with colonization, but I'm trying to write a positive post here).

Another, tenuously related thought about dance that I had today: American dance (and what's regarded as prototypical American culture) is pretty boring—unless any form of swing counts as "American" dance, but surely that was gifted to this country by immigrants, like almost everything else. Pretty much every other culture is so much more lively and colorful. Also, I find it interesting that dancing isn't something that's considered integral to American culture in the way that hula is for Hawaiian culture and I wonder why that is. Of course, this is only true in the broadest sense; of course there are localized communities where dance is very important. Take DC Swing for instance, the official dance of our nation's capital (I gleaned this information from "So You Think You Can Dance"—yes, I watch it and I'm not ashamed to say so), which is a fascinating fusion between hip-hop and lindy hop, the ancestor of all swing dance. Apart from some colorful enclaves, it seems like "Americana" is pretty bland and ... well ... cultureless. I mean, really, what does "American culture" even signify?

But getting back to the festival, if you think about it, regardless of where you come from, we all share similar bodies and there are only so many ways that a body can move. The dance festival may be a celebration of ethnic diversity, but at a more fundamental level, it's also a celebration of our shared humanity. Hey that's kind of good, I should use that in my article.

Other thoughts about dance:

Is it okay for people to learn dances outside of their ethnic traditions? Being a Filipino-American who belly dances (or tries to at the very least), I've pondered this never really wanting to know how I truly felt about it. Is it an expansion of my ethnic horizons or just ethnic co-optation?

I interviewed Rudi Soriano, artistic director for filipino dance company Likha, for my article and walked into a studio full of filipinos practicing traditional dance. I have to admit, I felt pretty inadequately filipino.

I danced tinikling once when I was a kid with another filipino boy, Angelo, that I went to the same school and church as. It's a dance where you jump in between bamboo sticks being beaten together. It was kind of an embarrassing experience, not because I fell or got my foot crushed between the bamboo sticks, but mostly because I remember feeling really inept at it and out of my element. I maybe filipino, but I was raised white, white white—we learned to square AND line dance at my junior high.

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I'm Not Dead ... Yet

All evidence to the contrary, I am still alive. Just barely. I managed to get through senior year and the thesis despite being riddled by senioritis and a general readiness to never have to read or write a paper about Marx or Freud ever again.

That's right. Sofia—the eternal procrastinator, the queen of putting things off, the "I work best under pressure girl"— actually managed 2 bachelor degrees in just 3.5 years. I sure fooled someone, or many someones. I suppose I shouldn't celebrate just yet, since I haven't actually received my degree in the mail yet and it is entirely possible that a letter telling me what an idiot I am will arrive instead. Fingers crossed (for the degree, not the idiot letter).

I also survived the circus that was having my family here for graduation. As much as I love them, they only get crazier and crazier the older they get. So now I find myself freshly graduated and with no steady job and all the time to do the things I haven't been doing (or only did to procrastinate) for the last 3.5 years.

Where to begin?

First things first, I figured I'd start by getting back to the blog(s) (which I have to say made for some really good procrastination fodder while studying for finals—old posts proved that I am the most fascinating person in the world ... to myself). I'm hoping to manage daily posts, but no promises.

Second things second, to aide me with doing all the things I'd like to do this summer, I joined 43 Things and started a life list. I know that sounds like some weird, new-agey bullshit, but its basically an online community where people post lists of their goals and people can give each other kudos (or "cheers" in 43 Things-speak) and advice. I mostly did it for myself and don't expect too much attention from other people. It also allowed me to combine my love of list making with my efforts to not suck at life.

I think this is the third time I've restarted the blog after a hiatus, so hopefully third time is indeed a charm.

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