Chuck’s gonna make me start “Pushing Daisies.”

I used to hate television. By “hate television,” I mean I was addicted to it as a child and then cut it out of my life cold turkey, leaving me bitter about what television made me miss in life. Lately, however, the one person who could ever possibly get me back into television did, my boyfriend. There were two shows that he just had to have me watch because he thought I would love the storyline and cinematography, seeing as how he knew how much of a sucker I was for a good DP. The show that I would consider effected me the most was the show “Pushing Daisies.”

The show is designed in a very “Seuss-esque” setting scheme. Vibrant, in your face colors followed by uniquely designed clothing, furniture, and food. I wished I could live in such an aesthetically pleasing environment, you know, without the weekly murders. What I didn’t notice was that Pushing Daisies was starting to overflow into my everyday life.

Less than two weeks ago, after an episode of Pushing Daisies, I decided to don an unlikely attire consisting of a cream Cloe hat, yellow flowing blouse, and green flared pants. Being well known as the girl who swears by dark earth tones and jeans, the first words out of my boyfriend’s mouth was “you know, that looks just like the outfit Chuck wore last night on Pushing Daisies.” After more and more denial, my boyfriend resorted to actually finding the clip and proving me wrong. If I just turned my pants into a skirt, my outfit was a dead ringer.

I usually considered my sudden change of what I usually wear as a product of me being spontaneous. I never thought that my random decision to change a hairstyle or kind of outfit to be a result of what I saw on television. It started to make me think that maybe all my sudden changes were just an unconscious need to be what I saw in some sort of visual media, whether it be in the magazines I see at the super market or this utterly addicting show, Pushing Daisies. When looking through journals, I found out that I wasn’t the only one who thought they were unaffectedly trying on new styles of clothing. Hunt and Miller suggest that “identified patterns in how dress is used in identity embracing and distancing can be incorporated into broad theoretical frameworks (Hunt and Miller, 1997).” I fell in love with this television show, and now I started to mimic what I was watching because I felt like I wanted to be in that wonderland.

So what could I possibly do to counteract the effects of my passivity and susceptibility to mimic what I see on television? Seeing as how I don’t really consider this problem to be too terrible, I guess I could make sure to use those colors and tones as more of a starting point to what kind of outfit I would like to wear instead of absentmindedly copying whatever I see. I could take pointers from what I watch to look out for in the future to add to an outfit, not completely steal the outfit for myself. Next time, I’ll just half it into two separate outfits and play it off like I’m incredibly fashion forward…but let’s just keep that between you and me.

Miller, K., Hunt, S. (1997) Cultures, Identities, and Dress: A Renewed Sociological Interest. Sociological Inquiry, 67(3). Retrieved May 3rd, 2009, from Academic Search Premier.


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Atoosa: my favorite little devil.

Oh, after reading this assignment for the blog entry, I only chuckled to myself about how many people in the greater Orange County area were going to have bugged eyes and gaping mouths at the experiments that our Mass Media Effects class was going to bring. For my experiment, I barely had to do any work…I just left it all to my little cousin, Atoosa.

Atoosa reminds me a lot of how I was when I was a little girl, a spitfire. She craves attention so much that it borders on the obsessive, but you would too if you were the youngest of four girls. The two things that puts her as my perfect subject for my experiment was that 1.) she was 5, and 2.) she relishes in any chance to act.

The job was simple, my brother (Alborz) and I would go to three different grocery stores with Atoosa and, upon our signal, she will randomly start a tantrum, demanding a bag of chips. We decided to choose three different grocery stores that three different groups of people would shop at. The three stores were Trader Joe’s, Stater Bros. and a local international (mostly Persian) grocery store called Wholesome Choice. I was sure that with such hot headed Persians all packed in one certain place, Wholesome Choice was where we were going to get our most reactions and out lashes from the shoppers. Alborz, on the other hand, thought the people at Stater Bros would be more inclined to intervene. Neither of us knew we were going to get the reactions that we got.

“What did we get?!” you might ask. Well, I’ll tell you, curious reader.

We got nothing. Not a nudge, not a stare, not even a managerial interference. All three of the stores consisted of Atoosa putting on one hell of a show, jumping on the front of the cart, pushing Alborz when he tried to calm her down, and even in Trader Joe’s, Alborz picked her up and carried her out and we got nothing more than averted eyes and loudly changing subjects.

I’m sorry, I thought I was going to give you a much more compelling and interesting observation than that, but my experiment pretty much turned out a dud. Or probably not. I guess the more I can think about it, the more I realize that the lack of a reaction is the reaction in itself. These people wanted so much not to be out of their own little world, that they were able to just block us out and even pass us by in the aisles that Atoosa was having the tantrum. When it didn’t happen in Wholesome Choice, I understood and accepted defeat of my hypothesis. When it didn’t happen at Trader Joe’s, I understood and thought they weren’t going to do anything about it anyway. However, the second that we knocked out three for three on no one giving a flying fig about my little experiment, I felt like our world was in an even bigger bubble than I imagined.

In “How do young children misbehave in the grocery store and in the school,” the authors mentioned that of their 70 test subjects hearing about misbehaviors in grocery stores, around 242 non-repetitive behaviors occured ranging from moral transgressions to [blatant] violations of social norms (Tisak, Tisak, and Goldenstein 2001).  That was the kind of reaction that I was going for, a hopeful violation of social norms. However, society shocked me even more by being as mediocre as I feared they would be.

It’s ok, Atoosa still had a fun time with her cousins.

Tisak, Marie S., Tisak, John, & Goldstein, Sara E. (2001) How do young children misbehave in the grocery store and in the school. Early Education and Development Vol. 12(4). Retrieved April 6th, 2009, from Academic Search Premier.

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My Blog Entry #1: My Unhealthy Obsession for Zack Morris

I am torn. Those two damn choices that dictate what I would like to be and what I ultimately end up having to admit to myself that I am. I can right now cross out being a Director. I may seem like one to my family, always wanting to act as the strong, decision making leader, but when it comes to relationships, the Director is more what I look for, not what I strive to be. Builder is also not, in any way, what I would consider myself to be, and rightly so. At 20, my mentality is in no way directed toward family-first values or traditional. Sure, I may enjoy a good pearl necklace while I vacuum but I sure as hell won’t consider that my sole position in life. The two I’m torn on are the Negotiator and the Explorer. It’s funny how I’m torn between these two at this point in my life because right now, I’m wondering which one of these I am so I can know whether to stay with my current boyfriend or do as my Explorer mentality tells me and leave for the newer and more refreshing experiences in life. I’m torn, in both this entry and my life.

mark_paul_gosselaarIf I wanted to understand whether or not it was biology that chose who I was going to pick in my life or society, believe me, I’d rest a lot easier. Even if there was a biological instance that told you who is best for your life, I don’t think there are enough people in this world that listen to their bodies about who to choose, and instead rely on their subconscious connections to those they watched when they were younger. For example, their parents or Zack Morris from Saved By The Bell in my case.  If I was raised in Iran, instead of Orange County, I can pretty much guarantee that I would not have my thing for nerdy blondes that I have right now, let me tell you.

I could say that mass media completely shaped me to be the love type that I am, but the more I think about it, the more I don’t think that’s the case. I have a feeling that whether or not I saw the psycho girls on Melrose Place or the witty antics of Lucille Ball on I Love Lucy, I’d still be the Negotiator/Explorer that I am mostly because of my mom. My mom is a Negotiator/Director to an extreme extent. Her negotiator lifestyle was more toward my sister and I while her director mentality was mostly for business and my father. Though my love type might not have been shaped by mass media, I know for a fact that my preference for men was shaped by mass media greatly.

photo_matthew_perry1I can name two guys from mass media, right off the top of my head, that pretty much shaped who I’m going to end up with when I get married. Those two are Mark-Paul Gosselaar who played Zack Morris on Saved By The Bell, and Matthew Perry who played Chandler Bing on Friends. Anderson, Huston, Schmitt, Linebarger, and Wright from the Monographs of the Society for Research in Child Development wrote that “early experiences, such as television viewing, have greater effects when they counteract normative developmental trends and predominant sex-typed socialization influences than when they reinforce them.” Which was exactly what helped me shape my view on who I would be attracted to in the future. My mom constantly jokes about how ALL the guys I choose in some way, shape or form have either a resemblance to Zack Morris’ looks or Matthew Perry’s personality. I blame it on the fact that I had an older sister who wouldn’t ever let me watch cartoons and ultimately got me to end up demanding that she keep the shows on.

If your question is whether or not I think love types are an act of nature or nurture? I say nurture, definitely. End of story. Game over. No contest. That crazy Helen Fisher doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

Anderson, D;  Huston, A;  Schmitt, K;  Linebarger, D;  Wright, J (2001).  Monographs of the Society for Research in Child Development. MONOGR SOC RES CHILD DEV; 66(1): vii-viii, 1-145.

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So you don’t have to click to the About Me section.

837552272_lFarnosh is a woman obsessed. Her life and times are lived vagrant without utter disregard of those around her. Her spelling is sub par but her dress is quite unrelenting. She spends months on end researching subjects that in no way would benefit her life except for idle conversation (i.e. Mowgli Syndrome, Synesthesia, Beastiality, Chastity Belts, Seating Orders in the Court of France, Polygamy, and the Treeman from Indonesia). She is a connoisseur of soup and a master of sushi. You are likely to find her improving her typing skills or on a highway of information. On the by and by, she fucking rocks at movie trivia, too.

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