When 13 Reasons Why premiered just over a year ago I had mixed feelings about it – and I wrote about them. I am a longtime fan of Jay Asher’s novel and was excited to see what it would look like to transform his words into a television series. I was also excited to see what our collective reaction would be. I’ve been asked many times what my take on 13 Reasons Why is and my response is a conflicted one. I am not going to touch on my feelings about if 13 Reasons Why romanticizes suicide or my feelings about how the series was actually shot and filmed. I really do think that 13 Reasons Why had good intentions and while difficult to watch at moments, started an important conversation and I am grateful for that. But I am disappointed in the way we reacted to it. It brought mental health and suicide to the forefront of our minds and I really think that for a moment we were maybe all a little kinder to one another. But only for a moment. It didn’t last. And I mean in all honesty who am I to say what this show should mean to people or what it should inspire people to do but, to me, to have this show take off the way it did and not have it have a lasting effect on the way we treat other people or the way we talk about suicide seems like a waste. So, as anticipation and excitement rises surrounding the release of season 2, there are a few things I really hope we will do better this time around.
Laughing too late. We’ve all done it. We didn’t quite get the joke at the same time everyone else did. We may have laughed along but we didn’t know what was so funny. And then when we finally did get the joke we were torn – do we laugh late and let everyone know we missed the point the first time? Or do we stuff our laughter back inside of us and move on? We really don’t think about laughing too late too seriously. In practice it doesn’t seem all that awkward or embarrassing. But what about other feelings? Feelings we don’t feel “at the right time.” What are we doing about those?
So I started this blog almost eight months ago, and to me, that seems pretty crazy. Even though I wrote for The Odyssey Online for a few months before launching my own site, the writing I have done on this blog is more personal. And especially in these past couple of months, as people have continued to read the blog and learn a little bit more about me, I have faced numerous questions about privacy.
How does it feel knowing everyone knows everything about you?
We allow ourselves a lot of excuses for why we don’t do certain things. It seems we are all just always “too tired’ or “too busy” to do anything. And as overused as those excuses are, I’m pretty sure, that at some point or another, those explanations actually did hold some truth. Sometimes we really are too tired or too busy. Using those excuses every day is ridiculous, but every once in a while I think it’s okay. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about another excuse that, admittingly, I use way too often.
“It’s just not the right time”
So I finished my first year of college and it was a really fun year. I met some of my best friends and had some of my most memorable experiences.
It was also a tough year. I did a lot of growing up this year.
Two weeks ago Netflix premiered the series Thirteen Reasons Why – a series based on the book by Jay Asher. And it has gotten quite a loud response.
As a long-time fan of the book and someone who just recently finished the Netflix series, I think it is time to share my opinions. Continue reading “in response to “thirteen reasons why””
Growing up a girl you learn a lot of things fast.
I probably care too much about my Instagram. And most people who know me can attest to that fact. I spend way too long editing pictures: choosing filters and adjusting brightness, exposure, contrast, etc. All for what?
I mean for me, it’s fun. I genuinely enjoy fiddling with multiple edits of the same picture to post on VSCO or Instagram or to post to this blog. I really love playing around on social media. It’s a large reason why I started my own blog – to express myself online anyway I wanted to.
But at what point does it become too much? When does it turn from a creative outlet to an unhealthy obsession?
It sounds simple, straightforward, almost obvious. But I think that for a lot of us, if we really took a hard look at the people we choose to spend our time with, we might be surprised.
So I really hated writing for a long time. I felt either like I had nothing of importance to say, or, when I did have something to say, that I couldn’t do it justice – someone else could and would communicate my ideas better than I could. So I just didn’t try.
But here I am trying.