Cold news

There's not much more to say about the world, or at least not much more that you don't know yet.
But, as you know, there's already one week I haven't uploaded anything new.

Well guys, I once said fashion was something I really like, so today's entry will be about this. FASHION.
I can't tell you nothing specific, but the best thing I can do to define me is to show you some of my fashion-icons:

 She'll always be the first one.

 Mademoiselle Coco

 Grace Kelly

 Chloë Sevigny

 Alexa Chung

 Leigton Meester

 Blake Lively

Sienna Miller

Just a little bit about me, wait for more!

xoxo

¿Hasta dónde se puede llegar?

Buenas, ¡esta vez en español!
Me encontré con esto ayer en ''El Mundo'' y he de decir que me dejó atónita. ¿Cómo puede tener alguien tan poca sensibilidad? Leedlo, no tiene desperdicio. Y si eres estudiante, como yo, dale las gracias a tu madre después por tratarte como te trata. La de la ''Madre Tigre'' es una opinión que no comparto en absoluto. Así no se cran seres humanos, sino robots. Intachables a nivel académico y profesional, sí. Pero no lo pueden utilizar sin unas bases sociales y humanitarias. En realidad, me entristece mucho que sus hijas hayan sido educadas así y que digan que han aprovechado la vida al máximo. No, no la han podido aprovechar sencillamente porque no han tenido vida. Es cierto que se necesita más disciplina y más exigencia, pero sin llegar a tal extremo. La suficiente para que no decaigan valores como el afán de superación o la responsabilidad.
En fin, juzgad por vosotros mismos.

El 'rugido' de la Madre Tigre

Carlos Fresneda | Nueva York

El odio, el miedo y el resentimiento creciente hacia China en Estados Unidos se está canalizando estos días hacia una sola persona. No hablamos del presidente Hu Jintao, de visita en Washington, sino de la escritora Amy Chua, más conocida como Tiger Mom (la 'Madre Tigre'), posiblemente la mujer más insultada, vilipendiada e incomprendida en la tierra del Tío Sam.
Amy Chua, hija de inmigrantes chinos y nacida en Chicago, ha tenido la osadía de arremeter contra los padres "occidentales" por ser demasiado blandos y condescendientes con sus hijos, con el resultado que muchos temen: una generación de "perdedores" que contribuirán inevitablemente al declive del "imperio" americano.
En el polo opuesto, las madres chinas aplican a sus hijos una estricta disciplina que incluye el castigo, la humillación y el insulto. Así se explica el "éxito" de los estudiantes asiáticos, virtuosos del violín y genios de las matemáticas. Y como inmejorable ejemplo, sus propias hijas: Sophia y Lulu.
Chua defiende el método de la "maternidad extrema" en un libro, 'Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother', que se ha convertido en algo así como la "amenaza" nacional. De todo el país le llueven críticas por insultar y "torturar" a sus hijas, aunque los propios americanos se encuentran irreconciliablemente divididos ante la tesitura, dada la manifiesta superioridad oriental en la cosa académica.
Amy Chua no ha permitido nunca que sus hijas queden con sus amigas después del colegio, ni las ha dejado ver la televisión, ni jugar con el ordenador. Ha elegido siempre sus actividades extraescolares, les ha obligado a tocar violín o piano. Les ha impuesto siempre su voluntad, convencida de que "los niños por sí mismos nunca quieren trabajar, y por eso es crucial decidir por ellos".
Las madres chinas, asegura, "no creen en los talentos naturales, ni en esa vaina de que cada niño es especial". De una cosa están convencidas: el "trabajo duro" es la llave del futuro. No permiten unas notas que sean inferiores a la A o al sobresaliente. "La solución, cuando un niño no da la talla, es siempre criticarlo, castigarlo y humillarlo".
Cuando su hija Lulu trajo a casa un B en Matemáticas, la tuvo en vela toda la noche haciendo dos mil problemas. Cuando era incapaz de tocar perfectamente 'The Little White Donkey', la llamó "perezosa, cobarde y patética": estuvo sentada durante horas al piano y no la permitió siquiera hacer pis.
Insultar a sus hijas o llamarles "basura" era parte de la rutina. "Cuando mi padre me llamó 'basura' por faltar al respeto a mi madre, me lo tomé fatal, pero me hizo pensar. Y al final me hizo bien, no dañó mi autoestima ni nada por el estilo. Pero cuando se me ocurrió comentar en una cena que yo había llamado 'garbage' a mi hija y en inglés, todos me miraron mal. Una mujer llamada Marcy rompió a llorar. Mi amiga Susan tuvo que 'rehabilitar' mi imagen ante sus huéspedes".
Amy Chua admite que su férrea disciplina con sus hijas le ha provocado más de un enfrentamiento con su marido judío, Jed... "pero al final me ha reconocido el mérito por el éxito académico y personal de mis hijas". La mayor de ellas, Sophia, tocó piano en el Carnegie Hall a los 16 años y estos días sale en su defensa: "Querida Madre Tigre, me has ayudado a ser más independiente. Si muero mañana, sabré que he disfrutado de la vida un 101%”.
La propia Amy Chua asegura que está eternamente agradecida a la dieta diaria de disciplina y trabajo duro que le inculcaron sus padres. Así explica sus propios éxitos profesionales, doblemente licenciada en Harvard, ex directora de la prestigiosa Harvard Law Review, siguiendo los pasos de Barack Obama. Antes dar el 'rugido' de la Madre Tigre, Chua estaba considerada como una reputada economista, con dos libros sobre los excesos de la globalización ('World on Fire' y 'Day of Empire') y sin ningún ánimo de convertirse en objeto de escarnio nacional.
Suzane Venker, en las páginas del New York Post, sale estos días en su defensa y asegura que "América necesita a la Madre Tigre". En el New York Times, David Brooks recuerda sin embargo la elevada tasa de suicidios entre las jóvenes asiáticas y se pregunta si no está relacionada con esa obsesión por la perfección y el estatus y por la represión emocional de niños educados "al estilo oriental". Brooks acusa también a la Madre Tigre de "estar mofándose de los padres occidentales" y de explotar conscientemente "el miedo al declive nacional que existe en América".

 

Rush.

Between exams, so not much time to write :S
Tomorrow chemistry, wish me good luck!

Can't get this song out of my head, is REALLY GOOD(:

PD: One hand in the air for Tunez, they're teaching their neighbours that people there can think, talk and do.
I feel ashamed for Europe, we didn't do nothing. Sorry guys, not everybody thought like that.
This is the first step to freedom, do not give up!

1 year.

1 year after the tragedy, which left more than 220.000 deaths. More than 220.000 families missing someone. But the city-center is still fulled with shacks. Only a 10% of the help has come, but the other countries don't have much to give. Everything is like it was the 12th january 2010. The affectes buildings stay the same and debris are still there. Policy is corrupted and the state is stopped. And now is when I think, will countrys help another 'till we find a solution? Will Haiti's state be able to rebuild the country and the society after the disaster?

One minute for the victims, one minute for the families, one minute for CHANGE.

A clockwork orange.

Here again, guys!
well I hope you all had a light, non-stressing comeback. About me.. I'm a little bit stressed. Today I started school and this week I have like 5 exams.. :S I've got over worse times!
But I'm not writting this entry for telling you my life, no. I wanted to tell all of you that yesterday I saw Stanley Kubkick's ''The clockwork orange''. (''La naranja mecánica'' in spanish). In two words: aw-some.

 

It's so crazy good! I mean, obviously you have to get the message. But no panic! If I did it, you can do it too.

Basically it's a great criticism to people's real face and policy and all his dirty laundry. 'Cause, in my opinion, policy is something kind of irreal, don't you think so? For policy I understand things like: rights, freedoms, equality, opportunities, honesty, care of people and things like that. But man, nobody has it today! At least, noone who I already know. And this is something  that makes me really, really sad. And I know it's very difficult to fill all these things with good marks, but, honestly, everyone could do it much better. Our society has lost his values. Everyone is corrupted or selfish. We don't deserve it. And it's unfair, that if one or two men of the top do something wrong thinking about themselves, all the people, the normal people like you, me or our neighbors has to suffer and bear it! Haha I'm just reading all this again and maybe I seem a little bit revolucionary, but I'm not asking anyone to demonstrate or anything, just think. Think about it. But I'm sure almost all of you have at least once thought about it, and surely we all come to this same opinion. Well, I don't know what you feel guys, but I feel so impotent! Sometimes I just think: Ok, I'll study policy, I'll go to the top, I'll do everything as right as I can, but at least I would always pass the buck and be honest, people deserve it. And this way, I'd teach the other ones who didn't do it well. But, as my mother always sais, 'Mónica, you can't trust noone, nor yourself.' I didn't understand it before but I do now. And, as always, she's completely right. Flesh is weak, my friends. And you never know how much you can support. You have to be veeeeery stong, have an enormous faith in what you're doing and always keeping a ''cold head''. 

In fact, lastly my posts are becoming lessons, but, anyway, go see the movie if you haven't do it yet!

It worths it! Hope I haven't bore you that much.

Be happy.-

PD: Check Paolo Nutini's songs, he reminds me a little bit to Jack Johnson or Jason Mraz, really relaxing(:

Holiday remnants.

Just a few pics just to sum up my x-mas holidays, always with my Lomo(;

Now you can understand why I didn't have christmas-feeling at all...

PD: CHANGESSSS! Well, a little change in the blog. Up now, I'll update the space in the left-top with cuotes. But perhaps this one stays a little bit longer, 'cause it's soooo good and tragically real :S

B happy.-

Twothousendeleven.

Well my friends, I know it's a little bit late, but HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE.
Not much more to say now...

well, yesterday I saw Robert Nolan's ''Inception'', it's very very good! I really enjoied it, and the end lets you with the doubt. For those ones who don't know what it is about, it's the kind of film (like Matrix or... dunno any other movie now) which deals with the eternal, unanswered phrase that appeared in the Romanticism:

Life is a dream. 

Well, we'll never know if this is true or not, 'cause who knows that? and the more we think about it, the more we fall in the deep, black hole of ignorance.
In my opinion, (I don't wanna write a lot 'cause it's 23.05 in Madrid and I'm cooking a ''Roscón de Reyes'', typical spanish dessert, that we normaly cook at the beginning of january, with the three king's arrival, and I think it will turn up pretty good)

Well, coming back to the paradox...
What if, one day, we wake up in another body, with another family and another life?
What if everything was just a dream, or worse... what if we just are products of someones imagination?
Tragically, we'll never know that, 'cause we all are in the same boat.
Some people just say: Well, I don't care if we're just a dream, while we can be happy.
Yes, this is one view. But, in my opinion, we all care about this, even if we don't think about it often, 'cause it's something that concerns everyone! But we really don't wanna think and reflect about it 'cause this would only lead us to real anxiety and frustration of not having this situation under controll. That's why people prefers not to ask it to theirselfs.
But, as always, this is only my opinion. Everyone has to have his own thoughts too, and if somebody wants to share them with me, ALL OPINIONS WILL BE WELCOMED!

Well, and now, think about it, I have to go look the ''Roscón'' ;)
Be happy.-

PD: I didn't want to write a lot, but as you can see, things not always turn out like we expected.