To my non-existant readers

Hello again, I am fully aware of my determination to blog regularly and frequently in my previous posts to you all. I know that it has been around a month since I have last taken to the screen and keyboard to paint some of my thoughts to this digital canvas. I have considered the possibility that I am not a blogger, hopping onto the silk road of our digital age. Putting the Utopian sentiment of the Internet aside would like to rudely have a one sided rant to anyone who could take the time to receive it. This method of venting stray thoughts is much better than traditional methods as it saves me actually burdening someone in person with a bombardment of words leaving them feeling used and subdued and their ears abused.
My excuse for not being here is that I can't seem to find the time. However I'm writing to you on a Tuesday morning partly because I now have a surplus of time. I work at a supermarket as a general body working whatever shifts people don't want, meaning that I have a perpetually fluctuating rota. This week however, the store manager unexpectedly decided that everyone is to work minimal hours, which leaves me with the week mostly off. Of course being a graduate in an unskilled job I constantly doubt the reason behind my seniors decisions, in extension many of my college and the management seem to hold the same view that this manager is simply making everything up as he goes along, each day a new idea is asserted without regard for the previous or too much consideration for the next.

Please forgive the digression, I notice in my attitudes and certainly in the words of my peers a specific sentiment of how our world seems to work. That there exists systems and authorities ensuring every ones safety and direction ensuring the world remains a just and fair. When a person says that "they" wouldn't let something happen they, in my opinion are enacting this attitude that there exists some higher authority pushing us into the correct decisions not letting us stumble astray. Our world at the moment does seem to be full of systems and authorities, but non of which bare the omnipotence which i imagined when I was younger. The older I become the more I begin to realise that our lives aren't ultimately directed and watched over we are simply making it up as we go along and so as I age I am filled with increasing insecurities. Governments are lead by people no different to anyone else, systems of authority only have the image that they are appropriate to justify their position.

This is very much how my studies in Sociology made the world appear, as a naive student being cuddled by the education system it was easy to take on board. But as an individual which now must consider careers, finances, my own and potentially others well beings it's become a daunting realisation. Our society, in other words are world and security is a whim which people seem to have accepted into being the definition of our existence.

Please forgive the poorly laid out and possibly terrible content of this post. It was composed while being distracted and tired.

I've actually returned.

I have so far not done so well with my new dedication to be a regular blogger. Often I have ideas that smack into my head suddenly. These fill me with excitement and optimism, "yes! I'll write about that in my blog, that will be great". However when it comes done to the nuts and bolts I consistently feel that I do not have enough real substance to my musings. Recently I have been attempting to read through 'The Sociological Imagination' with little success, I don't seem to get much time or am too tired to do so with full attention. The final chapter, or more accurately what I have actually read; the first few pages of the final chapter, details a recommendation that an ardent social scientist should keep a file. This file should include a journal of your fleeting thoughts which may not survive to any substance, any personal experiences of the days along with any observations you have made, which may well have a significance for any studies. This journal is to aid reflective thought, which is an important skill for the social scientist, it also has another purpose in ensuring that the fledgling analyst is writing at least once a week in order to stay in practise. Blogging very much resembles this activity in some form especially with its openness for others to see, coinciding with Mills' assertion that ideas need to be bounced around with others to vocalise aloud and hear alternative thoughts. Blogging regularly however does come across as a lighter exercise to what Mills describes; which is bordering on obsessive documenting of the random firings of the mind and perceived events in case they become significant. On top of these endeavours the social scientist must frequently reorder the file to keep these thoughts dynamic and preserved from simply being forgotten.

This brings me to a thought I had during my studies, Sociology is a very diverse subject with analysts taking vastly different approaches. These diverse concerns vary from looking to provide grand theories of societal nature or very localised and specific social trends, arguably the latter is subdivided between the provision of raw qualitative or rich quantitative data. What does strike out to me is that Sociology -if not a worth while endeavour and as some (a lot of) people tell me- is essentially the history of today. The work produced by Sociologists is the documenting of the social history of today. I imagine the recording and analysing of the details of everyday life will provide much archived data for future scholars to utilise to develop (hopefully) accurate details of how people in the modern, digital or information age went about their daily lives. The archaeologists of the future, maybe the postmodern (sorry) the post postmodern age or whatever it it is called will have a wealth of data in journals, newspapers and books; also equally important blogs and social networking sites as the artifacts in which to paint a picture of life in modernity. It appears that a typical behaviour of people today is very alike what Mills recommends avid students of Sociology to do; surely this is reflexive modernity.

With regards to Mills, if I'm wrong please don't hesitate to let me know. Also please forgive this post if it appears clumsy or short sighted.

Gender rant which could have gone on and on.

Yesterday morning while waiting to go to work I found myself trying to keep myself occupied so I picked up the first thing nearby to flick through. The thing I picked up was Saturdays copy of The Daily Mail. I briefly flicked through the pages until I came across a story about a child, now named Livvy, who finished year 5 a boy and returned to school year 6 a girl. Having grown up through early childhood with a preference for girls toys, the colour pink and having long hair. It was decided to allow Livvy to live as a transgender girl full time, as opposed to only at home which she had done up until this point. Unfortunately Livvy and her family came under attack with her parents being accused of nurturing their Little boy incorrectly and 'confusing' him. At the beginning of year 6 for Livvy included an assembly held by the headteacher explaining Livvy's alternative lifestyle choice. What highlighted to me was that the headteacher defined Livvy's situation as being the result of a medical condition not unlike being disabled or having glasses. This was to ensure Livvy was not bullied by the other children while seeming to ensure that Livvy's situation is still understood to be a violation of what should have been. This is a classic example of the heterosexual imperative shaping western attitudes, where the two sexes; male and female, are understood to be binary opposites. This ultimately results in strict definitions of gender roles and since this is understood as 'nature' anyone who deviates from these gender guidelines is defined made into a problem or convalescent. I believe it to be a terrible shame that Livvy can only receive empathy from her peers as a medical anomaly.

This story reminds me of an essay I wrote for my final year, I had to assess the usefulness of the binary opposite model of sex relations. My conclusion was simply that they are not at all. Scientific study consistently finds that there is no hard evidence to suggest any differences between the sexes, with exception to reproductive hardware, there is no difference in natural abilities. Women aren't predisposed towards flowers, pink, motherhood, sensitivity or more suited to searching for berries etc, and men aren't predisposed towards fighting, math, machinery or hunting. These are just cultural norms assumed to be natural and unfortunately are reinforced with pop science accounts with no real supporting evidence. The truth is human bodies are not strictly dimorphic, there is much overlap between individuals in what are defined as male and female characteristics, to a point in which defining a distinct set of separate sex characteristics which are alternate to one another is over enthusiastic guesswork. As for Livvy she is not suffering from any medical condition of gender, she is simply daring to have a preference different from the overly strict and long out of date norm.

Hi Guys... (there is no one reading :-<)

Yet again I post filled with the desire and resolve to become a regular blogger, to voice my thoughts and feeling aloud hoping to find a discourse with others over matters, both trivial and salient. I have completed a degree in Sociology and am desperate to continue to keep my grey matter glowing. I have looked back over my previous posts and am embarrassed by the sentiment of immaturity it makes me experience. I have no strict theme for my blog, I will just write what happens to dominate my delicate mind. That said, I'm sure my thoughts will be lined with what my lecturer called the Sociological Imagination (after C. Wright Mills' work, something I strive to develop). Whether I'm managing to apply what I've learned or just getting carried away with an incomplete understanding of my chosen discipline will surely be revealed (and will cause me some anxiety).

Anyway I'll stop writing now, as I'm sure I will have begun to sound a fool.