
I have yet to rant in my blog. I am a very good ranter. I rant about various subjects in my life, I tend to do them online but the blog seems like a nice place to start one. Urban Dictionary sums up the word rant pretty nicely, "When someone is pissed about something and they ramble on about it." I am pissed off at the moment, and I am going to take all my anger out on Toni Morrison. First off, let's get this straight, this is NOT a personal attack. I have a legitimate argument in this rant. I am over 100 pages into The Bluest Eyes by Toni Morrison and I have to say this so called "classic" novel is absolutely dreadful! Yes, I said it, dreadful. My blog "voice" will be heard in this post.
Before the real downpour comes out I must go over a couple things. I am not a racist. I am not a bigot. I am apathetic. I don't like to read, and I don't appreciate books. With all that said, I will begin. Lets start with the title, The Bluest Eyes describes Pecola Breedlove's wish to have blue eyes so she can be considered beautiful. I'll admit that I am a fan of blue eyes, but I know plenty of beautiful women that don't have blue eyes. Also, I don't think any African Americans have blue eyes and if they do it is colored contacts and probably look very strange. Black and blue clash anyway. Pecola suffers from low self esteem and in my opinion is quite dumb. Eye color does not make a person, it's whats inside that counts! She looks at the wealthy, white, popular children and sees they have blue eyes so she wants them too and thinks the same results will occur. I'm pretty sure Pecola, because they are white make them wealthy and popular. You're growing up right after the Great Depression in an America that still does not treat you as equals the fact that you are ugly might not be the reason that you are constantly left out. Now I know that was harsh, but the truth sometimes hurts.
While we are talking about Pecola, she has very little companionship other than the three ladies of the night (prostitutes) that live upstairs. They just run their mouths about the good old days when they were in love. It's funny they ran away from their "lovers" and instead of settling for another decent man they settle for several a night...while being paid. Pecola also confides in Claudia and Frieda MacTeer, two other African Americans from up the road. All three get into crazy adventures including getting their periods! Yes, not one but two characters begin menstruating! It's not just touched upon either; there are plenty of pages to account for their transformation into womanhood.
Frieda and Claudia don't know of Pecola's loneliness and dream, but ironically Claudia destroys all dolls she can get her hands on. She rips them up because she is against the black communities idealization of white beauty standards. Funny how her and Pecola parallel each other, yet she doesn't help Pecola realize this. Shame on you Claudia!My next problem and possibly biggest overall is the fact that these characters don't "suffer." Now I know you're thinking, "OH GOD DARREN YOU ARE TERRIBLE!" I don't mean it like that, but all three main characters live quite comfortably. None are living in poverty. They have enough money for food and clothes. In most cases their parents love them even if they don't show them all the affection they deserve, and lastly they are all educated and in school. Maybe its the big sticker on the book that says "Nobel Prize Winner in Literature," that made me think that the book was filled with the African American's struggle in a time of diversity, but I'm instead graced with a girl thinks she's ugly. Plenty of people are ugly/consider themselves ugly. It's very common, we all wish to be someone else at some point. That plot has been done to death, what makes this story any different? Let's see...hm... it's won a Nobel Prize i guess. Regardless it doesn't make it any better.
We're coming to the end of the rant. Let's finish strong! The fact that the narrator changes between young Claudia, old Claudia, and some crazy third person omniscient every other page is very annoying and awkward.







Fresh off an amazing weekend that featured the Mets signing Johan Santana, the Giants winning the Super Bowl, and a Lupe Fiasco concert it was finally time to sit down and do some reading. Herland is a very interesting book, and caught me quite off guard. I was told it was a feminist novel, which it is, but it kind of reads like an Indiana Jones movie in my opinion. Three men, Terry, Vandyck, and Jeff, stumble across a remote island inhabited by only women and decide to do some exploring. They fall captive to the women and both the males and females begin to learn from one another. This is where the Indiana Jones portion of the novel ends and the central themes begin to come out.

When Lupe Fiasco first hit the scene with the critically acclaimed Food and Liquor, he was dubbed the savior of hip hop. A couple years later he drops The Cool, which I believed was the best album of the year, and thankfully there was no sophomore slump. Lupe Fiasco, in my opinion, has saved hip hop. 2007 saw songs like Crank That and Party Like A Rock Star become hits, songs with terrible lyrics about absolutely nothing, while CD's like Pharoahe Monch's Desire goes unnoticed. At least people had the decency to acknowledge The Cool, a semi-concept album that plays out more like a movie.