2011年7月31日日曜日

Transformation! Nerd to Bellydancer -Video and Photo Series-

 Transformation: Nerd to Belly Dancer (Video and Photo Series)
Dispelling the myth that professional dancers are immoral women.






Words usually associated with Rose Thompson (Reality): Quiet, soft-spoken, shy, reserved, frail, nerdy/geeky, 'good girl', delicate...what have you.

Words usually associated with Rose Lee (My stage name): Confident, energetic, a 'storm'/hurricane/tornado, outgoing, dynamic, happy...'A completely different person'.


I've heard these words attributed to me a million times.

I have decided to make a video and photo series out of this idea as I've come to see, especially recently, that those who are accustomed to me in real life never expects me to be able to dance (especially with the energy and vigour that I do), whereas those who are accustomed to seeing me on stage would never expect me to be who I am in real life.
It's very hurtful, being associated with images completely inconsistent with your entire being based on assumption… Being thought of as the complete opposite of how you actually are just by your appearance...on stage, for that matter.

It is a character. It is a façade. It is a stage persona for entertainment. People fail to realize that we are not quite the same in reality. I am certain that many of you feel the same way - tired of objectification and false assumption.

In real life, I am your archetypal geek/nerd. I was never the most extroverted person ever, to say the very least. I like reading, studying, science, puzzle games, comics, drawing... amongst other things. I don't drink or smoke, and I've never kept boyfriends or have been very interested in relationships, as many people know by now (because I just don't shut the Hell up about it, right?). I know it's not 'normal' by most people's standards...but I just don't give a crap, really.

There have been times when I'd go out to a restaurant or event dressed as I normally do, a favourite song of mine would play, and I lose myself in the music. "When you said that you were a professional dancer, I never believed you at first. Boy, was I in the shock of my life," I've been told several times.


For what use is beauty when intellect is underestimated? What use is hard work and intellect when talent and appeal is underestimated? Human beings were not meant to be unidimensional, so why are people surprised by multidimensional aspects? Why is it necessary to confine others in stereotype - and worse - confine themselves? If we were were truly meant to be unidimensional, then perhaps I am not human.

I vie to dispel the traditional, close-minded idea that dance performers are loose. If you want to argue with me on that, you're already wrong, so don't try =).

I'm sure you have heard these lateral-thinking puzzles before:

A father and his son were in a car accident. The father died. The son was taken to the hospital. The doctor came in and said: I can't do surgery on him, because he's my son. Who was the doctor?

You are driving with no headlights, no street lights, and no interior lights. How do you see where you are going?

Did you automatically assume that the doctor was a man? Did you assume that you were driving at night? If we were wrong to assume such things, then what gives us the right to assume something about people we do not know? If we continue to assume so easily, such quandaries, and other life situations, become impossible to solve.

In this world, I've come to see how shockingly assuming people are, believing to know more about something that they actually do. It is as though the world is neatly folded in their heads, and any aberration to the norm simply does not exist. This is a problem that I, and other professional dancers and entertainers encounter regularly - being assumed to be what we are not. It is frustrating at times, being assumed to be the complete opposite of your own true nature, especially as an Oriental dancer, more commonly known as a 'belly dancer', or even as an Indian/Chutney dancer and as a singer.

For some reason, in some societies, especially - and one I am very accustomed to, namely Indian-Jamaican society - the thought of a beautiful woman claiming to be a dancer invokes a certain connotation akin to being loose. It is not as if she said that she was a stripper, either, but she may as well have said it, based on the immediate false judgments that follow. It's dancing in general - whether it's belly dancing or ballet dancing. The perception that a woman who dances professionally is immoral still exists. It is ironic, as dancing is so prevalent in Indian culture, and dancing and dance performances occur in Indian functions regularly.  Most young girls learn to dance and perform at family functions. However, if they are to recieve money from their talents, they are somehow 'loose'. It's a correlation that I've yet to figure out.


How many times have I tried to tip-toe around discerning ears, referring to my craft as, 'Middle Eastern', or 'Oriental' dancing, rather than simply, 'belly dancing' (the Americanized term, I'd like to emphasize), which tends to conjure a more stereotypical image? The true art and culture of the dance has been damaged by American media in ways irreversible, from taking an ancient dance form that was originally for the entertainment of women only, taught to their young daughters and forbidden to the eyes of men... to portraying it as a dance of seduction. It is an art form, truly misrepresented and no more 'erotic' than Polynesian dancing. But we see no one complaining about that.

At times, I've been pushed to think that I should quit performing. However, if I were to quit dancing on such a sad premise, not only would I disappoint all those who understand and respect my art, I would only further perpetuate the stereotype. Someone has to be out there, dispelling the myth, even though it is exhausting.

"But I'm sure men come at you all the time," many say. Just because it is thrown constantly at a woman does not mean that it has to be taken (or wanted, for that matter). I've had to endure hostility from men many times who accuse me of thinking that I am 'better than' them, referring to me as all manners of profanity simply because I was not receptive to their advances. I do not like that type of attention in the slightest, but it is something that has to be endured as an entertainer as we do what we love to do.

No matter how one is, there will be those to support, and those who oppose - it's always best to stay as true to the self as one possibly can, as there is no way to appease everyone.

I cannot readily explain this difference - why I'm exuberant on stage, an environment in which one may expect someone to be naturally timid to fear. I've tried to research it, tried to understand it, but I've come to accept that there are just some answers that I won't be able to find in a book.

On a last note, please attempt to safeguard yourself from assumption. It's impossible for any of us to prevent it at all times.

Srsly. Stop it.


Oh, by the way. I wrote this in haste, so please forgive me if there are any sentence fragments or other errors. Didn't put much other than raw thought into this.
This is also copypasta'd from Facebook.

Ten Random Facts (Please don't hate me.) [FB Note]

 [Copypasta'd from Facebook]

So. In my continuous quest for understanding others and myself as a societal oddball. I thought I'd like to ask the select lot of you to comprise a list of ten random facts (in detail) of yourself in the interest of understanding you all a lil' better.

So, as an example, I'll start with myself. Perhaps I should call this, 'Ten Random Apologies', or 'Top Ten Misunderstood Characteristics', as some are character traits that have served as main sources for many a misunderstanding and awkward situation in social situations.  Some may be a bit contentious, but if you can (and have done so for as long as you've known me) oversee these little quirks, you're one darn awesome friend. ILU. =)


(1) I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know. Aaand...that's a problem. It has come to my attention that I sincerely have difficulties in showing how much I care sometimes. I think about, and highly revere many of you much more than I ever tend to show. I'm not sure if I care to write more about this topic, but I'd like to assure you that I indeed thought about it.

(2) Please, No Linger-Fingers =(. I have never been a very affectionate person, and if so, to very few. Therefore, I generally do not like being touched. I may engage someone in a hug out of a feeling of social obligation, but more than likely, I would rather not have anyone put their arm around me, grind on me, kiss my face (or anywhere else for that matter), etc. You'd think that people out there would be respectful enough so that wouldn't be a problem. Then again, I have a naïve tendency to overestimate the goodness of most people. On such an event, I will shoot politely ask anyone to refrain from the act.

(3)  The 'Small' Talk.

Someone: "Hey."

Me: "Hi."

Someone: "So, how are ya?"

Me: "Uhm. Good..."

[Insert crickets]

I find 'Small Talk' and content-less speech to be incredibly awkward. Approach me with nothing in particular to talk about and I will ADD away like no other. For similar reasons, I rarely enjoy talking on the phone, unless it's of great importance.
Many a time I have been texted/called/messaged with small talk, I glaze over it, promise myself I'll answer later, and ultimately forget to do so.
I know you're trying to be nice. I'm sorry. I just suck at it.

(4) (Blunt) Honesty. I am not necessarily attaching a positive, nor a negative connotation to this. I do not believe in lying about oneself to appease others, and therefore...If you don't want my honest opinion, do not ask for it. I can be diplomatic, but I will not spare the truth or my honest opinions simply in the interest of salvaging sentiments. I'd rather hear something directly from the source than from elsewhere, and I am sure one would like the same from me.

(5) Don't Buy Me Flowers (Unless I Can Eat Them.) I tend to favour the more practical and logical rather than the emotional or aesthetic. There are very few exceptions. I can't tell expensive 'Name-Brand' clothing from $5 knock-offs. And I don't give a butterfly's fart. Which can cause a Tornado in Kansas according to the Chaos Effect. Books? Puzzles? Jewelry that serves a double-function as USB storage devices? Thumbs up.
Not to say that I don't appreciate such other baubles as perfumes, flowers, clothes, cosmetics and such...as they make my Christmas shopping endeavors a Hell of a lot cheaper.

(6) "Patience, Grasshopper." "..But... I'm a Hummingbird D:" I have very limited patience, regardless of my outward temperament. If you are repetitive in your speech or chatter incessantly about trite inanities, my mind will vacate the premises. It doesn't help that I generally have the attention span of a puppy.

(7) Thank You For Your Concern, But Not. Right. Now. No, seriously. Thank you, thank you, thank you...I really, really, REALLY appreciate your love and concern. Just at certain times. Particularly (and oddly for most people) when I am NOT upset. It's hard to explain. My Ninja Info Cards. The times when I am most upset are those in which I do not wish to be overwhelmed with compassion. I don't like to 'talk about it'. I just wish to be left alone to think. Going into obscurity is my way of healing myself. I've kept many adversities from even my closest friends to avoid burdening them with my personal problems, and I want to mitigate the frequency of spreading potential negativity (In other words, I kinda don't wanna seem like an emo kid). I talk about it when I'm better. This is one trait that I've been told that I need to seek psychiatric help for, and I flatly disagree. It's just the way I deal with things.

(8) Never-Ending Pursuit of Knowledge. When I was 11 years of age, I devised a motto that I stand by to this day - 'The Never-Ending Pursuit of Knowledge and Honing my Talents and Skill," or variations thereof. I've always possessed a voracious appetite for learning. I value knowledge/intelligence/wit/skills and a good nature above good looks/fashionable/similar qualities. Therefore, I apologize if you want to call my attention to the 'Cute guy' over there, because I didn't notice him. And when you do, I'll more than likely ask, "That's nice. But what can he do?"

(9) Just Because I'm Friendly, Doesn't Mean I Want To Jump Your Bones. Cut off a finger or two from one hand and the remainder of fingers would be indicative of the amount of times I've truly 'liked' another person. And I loathed the feeling. Other times, I don't care/am not interested. Dating and ephemeral relationships are of absolutely no extremely minimal importance to me. I've hardly ever been interested in it, and I'm in no hurry to start. I can't explain why. Maybe it has something to do with fact #2. It'll happen one day. Just not now. No one has changed my mind. Yet. I'm not gay.

(10) "Where Did She Go?" I am a genuine introvert, and even though I've changed immensely in that which I can swivel around some social situations quite easily, I still retain my innate, reticent qualities. I do not generally like partying, clubbing, and other taxing social situations. Place me in a room with strangers and I'll probably have an anxiety attack and cower in the corner. I can't be around many people for too long, even those closest to me, otherwise I'd go positively insane. I'm quite sure that many of you may recall me 'disappearing' from the scene for moments on end if the situation does not involve me. Needless to say, I prefer small gatherings than large crowds.  If I agree to engage in activities that I do not particularly enjoy (such as clubbing), it is because I want to hang with you. And if you're not paying attention to me I cannot be around you, I will shake the scene in order to prevent myself from melting into a primordial goo of the utter sheepishness that I'm made of. I don't mean to be rude when I do so, trust me. I just need alone time to charge my batteries.

But I swear to the Invisible Entity in The Sky of Questionable Existence that I am trying my darndest to work on some of these little oddities of character and become less of a social disaster. No, rly. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating the severity of it a little. Maybe I'm a lot better that I used to be. I've at least adapted enough to feel absolutely fabulous *limp wrist* on stage, though that doesn't require coming into direct contact with others, either.

ANYWAY, it's your turn. Hopefully writing all this crap wasn't in vain. Tell me more about yourself. Do it nau.

A psychoanalytical dissection of 'WTF?!'

Why does it exist? The aim to extract meaning from what appears to have none whatsoever.






This image portends our iniquitous dependency on child labour to selfishly sustain our own prosperity and good humor.

One may be quick to presume that this image has something to do with male femininity or homosexuality. To understand the meaning behind the image, one must also consider the symbolism behind the other not-so-apparent present in the image.

Considering the objective, one must summate the individual symbols and question the reason for its being. Let us start with the flower. To extract the symbolism from the flower, one must first take into consideration the colour and type of flower. Based on the assumption that the photographer is European-American of possible British descent, simply because no other ethnicity would waste their time with such crap, it can perhaps be said that the meaning behind the image manifested itself from a purely subconscious level grounded in the ethnocultural perspective. Perhaps the photographer and others who share a similar background may be able to readily extricate the true significance of the image, whereas it may not be as apparent to the rest of us. Though far from universally acknowledged, and when put into context where flowers are concerned, yellow usually tends to signify rejection and heartbreak. However, according to the 'The Language of Flowers', the common daisy signifies, ' Innocence, loyal love, purity, faith, cheer, simplicity'. The symbolism is deeply-rooted in the Victorian British perception of things, and then again, any era that produced three-year-old coal-bearers and experienced a notoriety for the increase in child labour might bear an iota of relevance. Only 20% of children received schooling in those days. Obviously, the people of the Victorian era had nothing better to do than to painstakingly personify flowers.

On a a random note, the majority of prostitutes of the time were between 15-22 years of age.

The idea of purity is shown to be emphasized by the light blue background and attire. Over the years, there has been been a shift of significance, leading the vast majority of people to believe that white is the colour of purity. This, however, is a misconception - which is appropriate, considering that the majority of modern-day brides should not make such a claim, anyway. In fact, the white wedding dress came about  in order to signify opulence (I has it). Little is it known that light blue has always been the true colour of purity and virginity prior to this misconception. Our fellow appears blissfully unfazed and content - unaware of the plight that he is indirectly inflicting upon the youth that fuels his contentedness.  This is where the idea of 'innocence' applies. Furthermore, since the fellow wears a light blue shirt upon a light blue background, he is blending into a sort of obscurity to prove his uninvolvement in the filthy task of manual labour. The pillow/child within him signifies confinement to a treacherous life of such back-breaking labour brought about by an unyielding fate. He is not a bad fellow, he is simply ignorant of it all. He doesn't mean to do it, and neither do you when you buy your Nikes infused with the blood, sweat and tears of those poor, little Cambodian five-year olds.

-Rose Lee

2011年7月24日日曜日

The Burden of Virginity

Hi. If you were tagged in this note, it is because I am truly seeking an opinion on something that is actually very personal. I've contemplated posting this for quite a while, but now, the curiosity is killing me. We may have had a conversation of it. Maybe you are in the same profession as I am in which some people 'expect' certain conduct of you. We may be close, or I may hardly know you, but I just need to know…is my way of thinking just so different nowadays? Even if you are not tagged, your opinion is appreciated.

…At least about half a century ago, were a young, unmarried woman in her early twenties be questioned of her virginity, there would be no question of it. If she wasn't, she would be considered a woman of loose morals. In those times, the efforts of a young virgin to remain abstinent would have been lauded. Now, virginity appears to be more a burden, one of which people vie to slough.

I am greatly perturbed by the difficulty that one seems to have to face in this day and age simply by being a virgin. On top of that, I am actually quite a bit perturbed at myself considering that I've been bothered to the breaking point of dedicating time to write about it (Since, usually, if it comes to such that I simply cannot stop mulling something over, the only cure for me is to sit down and record my thoughts).

Virgin? So? What's the big deal? My 'moral values' are not bound by the constraints of religion or such, otherwise, I would be a virgin by restraint. I am one…simply because it is my current state of being, and by choice that implements a variety of factors. I am neither particularly ashamed nor proud of it. Even though the usual word-of-mouth is that I am asexual (yes, people like that DO exist www.asexuality.org), I do experience desire sometimes, and I do have ephemeral crushes, and therefore, I am capable and not truly asexual. However, people find it hard to believe that it is lack of desire, not restraint. You would not want to have sex with someone you were not attracted to, would you? And attraction is something that comes rarely for me. Imagine that there was a particular vegetable (or in my case, fruit), that you've always despised. For example, my good friend, the tomato. If you were constantly offered tomatoes, would your refusal of them be considered, 'restraint'? No. Therefore, it is not a question of restraint, I am simply not attracted to the opportunities presented to me…On the contrary, I am, most of the time, repulsed. O_o Because of this, I DEFINITELY do not claim to be a highly moral person, considering the relativity of the concept, anyway.

Furthermore, I have lived the past couple of decades under the staunch impression that people on average began their sexual lives in their twenties. Up until I was about 19-20 years of age, I honestly, and regrettably, attached a stigma on someone who was not a virgin under, say…at least early twenties. One may think this is funny, but imagine my shock when I learned that the average age of virginity loss is at about 16? I would have never dreamed about doing that at that age. Up until relatively recently, I pretty much thought of non-virgin teenagers (or even early 20-somethings) as all delinquents with nothing better to do than to pursue the gratification of their senses. It was not until I was around 19-20 when it started to dawn on me that virginity was not as commonplace as I thought.

…And it ANNOYS me when people assume otherwise, and say such things as, 'But you're so beautiful/hot/talented/etc/etc…I am SURE plenty of guys go after you.' YES, but are you implying that I have no free will? I have even gotten remarks along the lines of, "Boy, what a waste!" So, wait. If I was… well in use, would I be lauded for being an easy catch? Absolutely not. So, damned if I don't, damned if I do.

Honestly, and thankfully, being a recipient to such disbelief is not as common as it could be. Initially, perhaps… but I am always able to articulate very clearly the numerous reasons as to my 'flowered' state of being. However, when I do, my reasons then tends to be translated into being overly prudish, or better yet, a 'bitch'. Somehow, I am a bitch because I am apparently 'not giving them a chance'. I don't understand. Do you expect me to want them to test drive me like a vehicle?

What is so shocking about virgins past their teenaged years? I know PLENTY of virgins in their twenties who are intelligent, beautiful and talented. Unfortunately, since sex is doled out so willingly and easily like Free Trial AOL CDs, not many people are willing to wait for a worthy relationship before the sex, it seems. When I am hit on, once it dawns on the aggressor that they have no chance of having a physical relationship with me, they have no further interest in interacting with me at all.

As most people who know me well enough know, it is very rare for someone to catch my attention. The pursuit of love tends to be perhaps one of the furthest things from my mind, and I only tend to view such things as petty distractions. Perhaps I've focused my energies into my art, my dancing, my music and beat-making, my writing, etc…that I have not had time to invest in, or worry about, that sort of thing. And I am perfectly content with that.For me to fall in love, I have to be impressed. Maybe this is the part in which I may come across as a bit of a bitch, but I am rarely ever that impressed by any man anymore. ...I want a vivacious someone that can challenge my intellect, relate to and rival me in (some of) my skills and talents, complement me otherwise, be of a good-hearted nature and make me laugh. Is that too much to ask?


 It all boils down to: I simply have not met the person I want to share the experience with. Otherwise, I barely have any interest at all. It is such a simple concept, yet it appears to be so confusing to others. Why?

 Is it really that strange? Am I really an odd one out in this respect?

Sorry if this is a little TL;DR.