A gay icon that wasn’t gay, an actress, a singer, a feminist before feminism was a thing… JUDY GARLAND

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Wow! The much anticipated eminent person study is here already! I have heard so much about it from past TALONS students, yet nothing could prepare me for the chaotic first day. Everyone knew who they wanted to study, except myself…

As some of you may know, I have been extremely interested in acting, for a long time! I did commercial auditions as a toddler, acting classes ever since then, and have been doing multiple commercial, and TV show auditions for the past two years or so. I did musical theatre for a while as well, although I’m not a huge fan of singing. I love listening to the different harmonies and tones of singers. So, when this eminent person project came around, I knew that I wanted to study someone with just as much passion for the show biz, as I have. Keeping that in mind, I also wanted someone who had made a major impact in our world, besides what they had done behind the camera. I am really interested in both feminism, and equality, so I figured a feminist who was also an actress, would be a perfect choice for me.

So after bouncing back and forth between two, extremely powerful women in feminism, as well as acting, I chose! The name Judy Garland will most likely be appearing on your screens many times in the next little bit, if you decide to read the rest of my posts.

For those of you who don’t know, Judy Garland is in multiple, well known movies, but is most famous for playing Dorothy in, “The Wizard of Oz.” It is a musical about acceptance, and the importance of every single being, even cowardly lions, and scarecrows, in the case of this film. Dorothy is the main character, who has one specific ballad within the movie, titled, “Somewhere over the Rainbow,” perhaps you’ve heard of it.

Throughout the entire film, Dorothy is an extremely flamboyant, and extravagant little girl. Many gay men, were able to relate to her enthusiastic, and outlandish character.

Judy also had a gay father. The family moved on multiple occasions, following allegations of her father being inappropriate with younger males. Judy was very accepting of the gay community, although it was measly at the time, after seeing her father face such challenges throughout his life.

Judy was asked once, how she felt about her predominantly gay following. She abruptly dismissed the question, stating that, “I couldn’t care less, I sing to people!”

So you can see why the gay rights flag is rainbow coloured, dedicated to Dorothy the character, and her song, “Somewhere over the Rainbow.”

Judy Garland is an extremely inspiring actress, feminist, and individual in general. As a kid, I didn’t know her real name, but Dorothy as a character was relatable, and always inspired me to go out into the world, and accomplish something. I hope that one day, I impact, even just one persons life, as much as Judy has impacted mine.

I hope thatyou are as excited as I am to learn more about this wonderful young lady, who was so ahead of her time!

My Social Revolution Wheel **hint hint, it includes the industrial revolution**

In social studies, we are currently studying social evolution, specifically a theory called the PEST revolution. PEST stands for the; political, economical, social, and technological advances/revolutions that have occurred over the course of history. I honestly believe that they could occur in any given order.

For the purpose of this document of learning, I will be starting with the industrial revolution, which is my own additive, than an economical revolution, preceding a major political change, followed by a social adjustment, and ending in a technological revolution.

The industrial revolution that you will be reading about in one moment, is closely tied to the Great Depression. If you have never heard of the Great Depression, you’ve been living under a rock. The Great Depression, and the effects it had on our society, are enormous!

Just to clarify, before this document of learning, I had never learnt anything about the Great Depression, the industrial revolution, or the Second World War. That being said, I will not in any means judge you, if you haven’t heard of the Great Depression. I do however, hope that this post will teach you something about it. There are also some great links for reference at the bottom of this page.

So the following is pretty much what I’ve learnt over the past two days, and how I believe that the revolutions connect themselves.

In my opinion, it is easy to draw a straight line between the Great Depression, and the industrial revolution. The industrial revolution, was essentially when a bunch of machines were created. These new machines caused many people to lose their jobs, or receive job cuts, because they were slower than machines.

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This same thing is currently occurring, but on a much smaller scale. If you’ve ever been to a supermarket, you have probably seen self-checkout stands. They are where you pay for your items, but they don’t require a cashier. Only one worker is required, cutting back on the individual cashiers at every stand, that were once common.

The Great Depression was an economical setback, wiping Americans of thousands of jobs. National poverty, and debt settled in all over the country. People slaving away, working multiple jobs, still couldn’t salvage enough money to eat, in many cases, let alone buy new clothes, or pay mortgages. Lots of other people couldn’t find any jobs to begin with.

When Theodore Roosevelt came into power, many changes occurred. One of the main sections in his platform, was to give everyone jobs. So, he created work, mainly so that people had work to do. He made many public works, including bridges, dams and many buildings, including hospitals and schools. The workers on these projects, were commonly payed just enough to purchase the necessary food to feed their families. These public works were part of a document that Roosevelt created, called the New Deal.

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The new deal had three parts to it, relief, recovery and reform. Relief focuses mainly on the unemployed, and poor. It works on getting them back on their feet. Recovery was working on balancing the economy, and leading Americans out of debt. Finally, reform was to fix the financial system, and hopefully prevent a second depression.

After reading about the new deal, I began to realize that Roosevelt genuinely cared about society, and the economy. I guess I’m not American, but at the same time, I was slightly surprised that I’d never really heard about him. I also find it funny, that Roosevelt created the new deal. He was born into a fairly rich family, and wasn’t ever taught about business. Hoover, the president right before him, was born poor, making his way up the food chain, but still couldn’t figure out the economy!
Just thirty days before Roosevelt came into power, Adolf Hitler became the chancellor of Germany. Adolf Hitler was essentially the leader who began World War II. Nearly two years into the Second World War, the Japanese, bombed Pearl Harbour, in Hawaii. This lead to America joining the Second World War, as per Franklin Roosevelt’s orders.

In the Second World War, many social adjustments occurred. In order to preserve wool, and cotton, women’s dresses became increasingly shorter. The few inches in change, were drastic compared to the little amount of skin originally being revealed. Women who worked in auxiliary units during the Second World War, also started being payed the same as men. Usually women worked as nurses in the army or navy, although, there were the odd female marines and coast guards.

By the end of World War II, a major technological revolution occurred. The creation of nuclear weapons ended the war. While nuclear weapons were a horrible invention, without them, the mass destruction of the war, could have been even greater.

Its not something that I particularly enjoy thinking about, but I find myself contemplating what would’ve happened if nuclear weapons weren’t invented, quite often.

How long would the war continue on? Would it kill off the whole population?

I have a theory, I believe that the war would have continued to no end, until nuclear weapons were invented. Without them, humans wouldn’t realize how much destruction they were truly causing. It is just a theory, so for now, we just have to wait and see. Although, I’d bet money, that world war three is just around the corner. Maybe it will end with nuclear destruction. Maybe it won’t end, until there are no people left to end it…

So there you have it, my own version of the idea of PEST revolutions. I will call mine IEPST. As a challenge learner, we have to fill out IEP’s which is short for “Individualized Education Plan.” For the purpose of this assignment, I remember what order the letters go in by thinking that we are filling out our “IEP’S Tomorrow.”

 

Some really good resource sites on the Great Depression and World War II, include but are not limited to:

Novel Guide

Gilder Lehrman 

 

Giraffes, phalanges, and everything in between… Learning is my life

“Without it I’d be a useless blob of skin and bones! A teenager, who never had an imagination, or desire to complete anything! I would be paralyzed, theoretically. My existence would be useless. I’m able to debate this with such passion, because of it.” I use all my might, and slam my debate notes on the table, staring intensely at my opponent for good measure. My vocabulary, the moving of these phalanges, whirling away on the keyboard, which I know the name of, by the way, because of my most important attribute. All of these exist thanks to one major organ, and what it allows you to do. I’m not meaning my heart, although that is important. I mean the control centre of my body, the organ that provides me with feelings, thoughts, and opinions. My brain, for arguments sake, is me. It may not be my true flesh, but it is where my identity streams from.

When I was merely days old, my brain was running faster than Usain Bolt ever could, processing everything that my new born eyes could pick up.

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I was memorizing my mother’s voice, and realizing that my arms were my own. I could move them up and down, side to side whenever I pleased. As I got older, I spoke for the first time, I walked for the first time. I continued to have firsts every single day, and I still do quite often, as does every other human being. Again and again, my brain helped to me to grow and thrive.

I think so often that it has become habit. When I get new information, my brain stores it for later. Sometimes semi-important facts get misplaced in the confusing, yet organized archives of my brain. It sorts through every new piece of information that my body receives. It keeps facts like the square root of 225, but loses other facts. It always leaves a trail of the once existent fact, so that when I hear it again, it sounds familiar. My brain stores strange tidbits of information. I know, for example, that PCB stands for poly-chlorinated biphenyl, but if you asked me what that was, I wouldn’t be able to tell you.

Perhaps this system is key, collecting information, but only storing the good stuff. Without it, we would be lost, our brains, unorganized filing cabinets.

Thanks to my growing, I am able to do well in all of my classes, find new hobbies, and I was even able write a novel, among other things! Over time, I understood the importance of family, friends and good health.

When I was in grade two, my basic understanding of growing, meant how tall I was compared to the tacky meter stick, hanging in my room. Every day, I measured how tall I had grown in the past twenty four hours. On my birthdays, I got my mom to measure me. Every year, she told me some new, absurd number, implying that I had grown a few feet since the night before. I believed her of course, and I would have dreams about being a basketball player, bounding across the court and swooshing the bright orange ball into the basket. I had dreams of being a part time giraffe, straining my neck all the way down, to chomp on some freshly picked grass.

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I even had dreams, where I was a trained professional, designed to reach the Cheerios from the highest shelf in the pantry.

“Thanks!” Said the stereotypical-mom-voice from behind me, in the commercial for reaching cereal, in which I starred in.

My brain no longer sorts through as basic information as when I was in grade two. I had the responsibility of growing up, and maturing, so my brain did too. Now, I would tell you that growing is more than some number on a scale, or measuring stick. Growing is learning. Learning that one day you will move out, and live on your own. It’s moving to middle school, and pretending to be older and more mature than you are, before finally fitting into the fake identity that you’ve plastered over yourself, hiding the true you. Growing, is not telling your mother that you love her, every time you see her in a day, but knowing it, and knowing that she knows it too. Growing is something that occurs naturally every single day, whether you realize it or not.

Everyone is constantly growing, whenever they comprehend new facts and ideas, or hit milestones. Growing doesn’t just take place when you gain a pound, but also when you lose one. Growing can occur in a classroom setting as well. And while, learning what a radical is, may seem like the most difficult thing your brain has ever interpreted, it is, quite easily the opposite. Everyday, the brain learns new things. Math is all straightforward facts, that are easy for the brain to process, and file. The learning that you do outside of period two math class, might just be even more difficult. As a young girl, I learnt a lot about compromising and being nice. There are no rules involved with such things. Trial and error is the only way to find a solution to that problem. When you do find a solution to the problem, or even when you are in the process of finding such answers, you grow.

I grow like a carrot, I continuously grow within my dirt, before breaking through the surface and sharing my new stories and findings. I also never let people know when I’m in the process of discovering something new. I let my ideas solidify in my mind, before ever sharing any piece of information. If I ever discovered the cure to cancer, not even my closest family members, or friends would know that I was on the road to discovery, until I released the cure to the public. I am extremely introverted at times, and while I’m learning, is one of those times. I am good at sharing my ideas with others, in an efficient way, but my thought process is a little different. My thought process is like a carrot that never grew correctly. It’s there, but it’s hidden. It’s buried so deep in the ground, that no matter how hard you tug on the leaves at the top, the ripe, orange, carrot will never surface. To me, how you grow, and learn, are the most important part of a persons identity. I’d even consider learning, one of my hobbies.