Porn, child prostitution and parenting

I decided to repost a blog entry I originally posted in 2009. But first: I just watched a short clip from a news show here in Iceland. It talked about child prostitution in Iceland and how the centers who help out rape and incest victims and Barnahús, which helps children who have been rape or incest victims have seen an increase in child prostitution here in Iceland.
This video was the number two most popular video on the website where I found it. The number one most viewed video was by a comedian from Iceland. The title had a warning, that the video might be too much for some people. I started watching it, just to see what could be more interesting or important than a news clip on child prostitution. Basically in the video the comedian was playing a drunk father singing to his 13 year old son. It starts out with the boy looking at a playboy magazine and his dad walking in without knocking... then he goes on to explain to his son that its ok because women are all whores. And then the devil goes: "Horray for the death of morals and virtue!!"
I just don't get it! I can't see how people can watch the number 1 video and laugh and then go on to watch the number 2 video and be shocked... I almost puked all over my lap top!
I thought it was interesting how the news clip on child prostitution ended by encouraging parents to have all computers be in the center of the home, a public place where the parents can watch what is going on, what their children are doing on the internet. I thought it was cool to see how I heard a living prophet say those words at general conference a couple of years ago and now they are saying it on the news. I think it must be kind of important!

Anyways, here is what I posted in 2009... I think it still applies!

I ran into some photos of 8th graders at a school dance. I was shocked! do parents today not realize that they are making parenthood so much more difficult for future parents!
Since when is it ok for 13 and 14 year old girls to walk around wearing tiny materials that barely cover anything? They wear this to attract the opposite sex I am guessing. But, do they even know anything about the opposite sex? Should they even know anything about anything that has anything to do with sex, opposite or not? These are kids, selling their bodies for popularity. It is awful. And what am I supposed to tell my daughter who will want to look like that at age 11 because parents of the past have not had guts enough to set some sort of boundaries for their children? "no honey, I'd rather not you look like a hooker and get pregnant with some idiot boys baby at 14 thank you very nice!"
This is the product of capitalism and materialism, pushing parents away from parenthood towards the search for greater wealth. The product of insane media and the devil!

Do parents not realize what information they are giving their children simply by letting them wear clothing like that (I realize there are many contributing factors, this is the one I have chosen to highlight for this blog entry). Daughters are raised to believe their bodies determine their worth, that in order to be desirable they must wear as little as possible to show off as much as possible. Their intellect, their kindness and their personality becomes less important as it will get them nowhere in the popularity contest of teenage life. Young men grow up not respecting the young women they are surrounded by. They do not look for a virtuous young woman, a kind young woman, a young woman who builds on her individual worth. They learn to look for a young woman whose body is desirable.
From this mindset future families are formed, with lack of meaningful deep connection and respect between two grownups. Families are formed with little or no understanding about the importance of self respect, respect for others and love (rather than lust). And then these families fall apart, because they were not based on love, patience, understanding and hard work (at least not hard work where it matters: in the home and family).
Parenthood is not supposed to be easy, it is hard work. Relationships and marriages are not supposed to be easy, they are hard work. But both parenthood and relationships/marriages are worth all that hard work.
We need to learn about our individual worth, gain knowledge and be accountable for our choices. We need to do good works, have integrity and be virtuous. After we do these things for ourselves, we need to teach our sons and daughters. There are so many social problems in the world today, and many of them start in the home, because of bad parenting.
When you become a parent, you take on a responsibility, its not a game! It can be wonderful, fun, challenging and difficult, all at once. But it is your responsibility as a parent to teach your child, to set some rules, and to help a child become an individual who is neither a burden to your family nor to society, but a blessing to both!
THE END

I want to add a couple of links for those who are interested....

Is pornography the new tobacco?
http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8688430349376567424

Internet Porn: worse than crack?
http://www.wired.com/science/discoveries/news/2004/11/65772

The evils of pornography are deadly to human spirit
http://www.ldschurchnews.com/articles/39648/The-evils-of-pornography-are-deadly-to-human-spirit.html

A little bit of this and a lot of that and a even some of the other

Time for rambling on about nothing! wooohooo!
I decided to just post some of my most favorite photos and write what I think of when I see these photos. I apologize in advance :D



hahaha this photo made me actually laugh out loud! Such a cutie pie picture! but on a more serious note, I don't really like animals... cats and dogs... ugh... except when I see a photo of them or am around them... then they melt my heart! I once had a puppy and he used to sleep in my bed, by my feet and I loved him!! but then due to a series of unfortunate events he went away to live out in the country (code for he was put down) and I cried!! then last summer we found a stray kitten and it was mine for a day and night. He slept under my chin and then we had to take him to the cat house (yeah, they have a place here called Kattholt, roughly translated: "Cathill" for stray cats, and they do take good care of the cats!) to see if they could find him a new mommy, cuz he was so tiny! and we had to leave him there... and I cried again... so I guess I love cats and dogs... but I hate that I love them so much and then they get taken away.


I love silly faces. One of these photos is me and was taken a little over a year ago. The other one is someone I don't know and I found it on weheartit.com the other day. I just thought it was funny that there are others out there like me!



Being bitter and mad (in every sense of the word) just feels good sometimes.... but most definitely not all the time! and preferably only for 2 minutes or so at a time. Thats all I have to say about that... seeing as my bitter/crazy time is up.


I just think this guy is hot.... although I am not particularly fond of guys who drink, smoke or do drugs... I will just pretend thats soda in his hand. yumm!




Sometimes I wish I could make photos become real life, like clothes I like, but can't afford... if I could just take pictures of them and then reach inside the photo and take them out of the photo and own them... I love clothes, but unfortunately I am a poor student and can't really afford all the dresses, shoes and accessories I would love to have. Maybe some day I will be rich and famous and be able to get all the dresses I want. I was thinking about how this guy I liked would ask me why I can't wear dresses all the time, and I wanted to, for him. So after that whole thing went down the drain I thought to myself "can I wear dresses now? won't they just make me think of him all the time and make me wanna cry my heart out?" but then I realized I loved dresses long before I loved him. And I still love dresses. Dress love lasts forever... some relationships do too... but definitely not all... thank heavens!


hahah I love this photo! such a cute kid! I think everyone is superman at heart... and we all have our weaknesses but we can do so much, and we don't even know it.... or sometimes we do know it but we hide it... for some reason. Maybe because we think to ourselves that if we show our awesomeness in public people will get an inferiority complex and not like us anymore... so we would rather be liked than be awesome.... hmm... deep!


I don't exactly know where to go from here... but there is a big wide world out there! I could go anywhere and meet anyone and learn so many new things! I love it! its so exciting!

Once you get all the ash out of your eyes, you finally see the sun is still shining

Today I took my power back. I woke up feeling calm and safe. How wonderful is that! being able to feel safe because you know you can keep yourself safe. You don't have to rely on others to keep you safe. I know what I need to know to be able to do what is best for me. I got so mad that I considered becoming mean, to protect myself. But thats not me. I love people and I love being nice to people. However, I also get to chose who is a part of my life... and people who I find myself crying over for multiple reasons ( ... and mostly because of hurt feelings) don't get to be part of my life.

I decided that since I am waiting at McDonalds for now I would rather wait with a smile on my face! If you have no idea what I am going on about, read the previous blog entry.
... Hold the phone!! now that I think about it, I would much rather wait at Disneyland.... note to destiny: I am going to Disney land... you can find me there.

also, I love Santa Monica, beaches, piers, colors, dresses, swings, christmas and decoration lights, dancing, long hair, summer nights, stars, warm weather, dreams and New York.

Somehow I got left behind

Sometimes I think life is just stupid!
I remember when I was younger and my family went to America for a month. It was my first time in the USA and we started by going to Wal Mart.... or Target... I can't remember which place got the privilege of having us over for a visit first. It really doesn't matter much anyways. We went to the supermarket and I thought I would explore a little bit on my own. In my Icelandic little head I thought I would be able to find my family again without any problems. I was wrong. I went off a bit on my own and then went back to where my parents had been. They were not there anymore. I walked around the store for a few minutes, although it felt like hours. After walking around in there for a while I decided to go check if the car was still in the parking lot. So I left the store and looked for the car... but alas! the car was gone! so I just started crying and sat down by the McDonalds by the entrance of Target/Wal Mart. I had no phone number I could call, no address I could go to... no way to get somewhere safe!
A few moments later I saw my family by the cash registers. They had been looking for me too and man was I happy to see them!! Apparently Wal Mart/Target was way bigger than I had thought and so was the parking lot. I had just been looking in all the wrong places, and then finally when I gave up and sat down declaring defeat my family found me. I decided then never to get lost again.

I sort of feel like I am at McDonalds in my life now. I am just sitting down and declaring defeat. Whatever I have been looking for all these years, you can come find me now.

Also, I think beauty competitions are just another way to objectify women and sell them.
We are all beautiful and worth your time and your love! and I am not just saying that because I am ugly and bitter. I mean... I am bitter, but I am actually not that unfortunate looking. If you don't believe me just ask my mom, she says I am pretty.... just kidding.... ask my friends... they are not partial.

And just in case you were wondering what my emotions would look like if they were pictures... here you go...

With or without faith

Today was a really difficult day. At church the talks seemed to all be centered around eternal families and eternal marriage and then there was a youth/YSA fireside this evening. I left early, just walked out. The reason? well, the topic was once again eternal families and eternal marriage. Its all I want! and being stuck on a guy who has gotten over me and being stuck on an island that has ash spewing from a volcano stopping all incoming and, more importantly, outgoing flights is sort of depressing. I was trying to keep it together and see if I could learn something or feel inspired in some way to have a better attitude towards life. Then a friend of mine commented on how there are so many good examples of eternal companions in the church... he then goes on to name every single couple in my family, my mom and dad, my sister and her husband, my brother and his wife... by which time I couldn't hold it in anymore... so I just walked out crying. I want to be a wife and a mom and I have lived my whole life trying to be worthy to go to the temple, trying to make every decision on my knees praying.... but I have made so many mistakes lately, and I am tired.
The thing is though... I have learned so much. I just wish I could have been wiser and learned from other peoples mistakes rather than my own. But I know that as long as I have faith things will be right. I have experienced life with and without Gods help. And I know that life is hard either way... but it makes all the difference having faith. I am a child of God and He knows about all my needs and desires.

summer times is good!

School is out. Work is in. And I finished watching all 3 seasons of Fringe.... suck! what am I supposed to do with all my free time now?
Anyways, I love love love job. Not so much because what I am doing is SO exciting (it is though ... a pretty cool job). I love it because I get to work with my brother, on the computer, listening to music while we work... and every once in a while, I see him bust a move out of the corner of my eye. It is on my top 10 most funny things list!

A basic need for words

I had the most wonderful talk with someone I care very much about the other day. Remember how I have posted about a hundred times about how I have a hard time talking about things. I finally did it! I finally sat down with my this person and told what's been bothering me. It felt so good just to be able to tell them about things that happened when I was much much younger that have been bothering me again and again, every time something bad happens between me and this person, I think of those things and feel even more hurt than I should have to feel, because I didn't say anything back in the day. Feelings buried alive really do never die... they just keep creeping up like zombies until you do something about it. I feel so much more love for this person now because I know this person loves me and respects my thoughts and feelings.

I want to be able to say what I need to say to my family and friends. I am thankful that I am learning how to do that. I am also realizing that some people don't want to talk about things. They don't want to face the zombies. But I need to feel good and be happy. So I won't put myself in situations where I can get hurt over and over again, where I can't clear the air by saying what I need to say. I don't want to have to bury any more feelings. It does hurt, knowing that some people stand in the way of me being able to be me and be happy. It hurts because I know that I can't keep being their friend. It really doesn't matter how much I love them. It is very important to me to be happy, to feel peaceful, to respect myself and the way some people treat me makes me sad, interrupts my peace and breaks me down so that I have a hard time respecting myself or feeling respected by them/others.

Codependent? me?!?

It feels sort of like I am waking up for the first time. I have been reading books on codependency and it is sort of interesting how they are all sort of about me. This one part I read this morning was about type A and type B codependent people. Type A knows what they look like, what they feel, and what they think, but they deny it. Type B has no Idea what they look like, what they feel or what they think. Type B is me. I haven't been able to see my face or body at all for years. I used to think I was big boned. I was just plain fat! When I looked in the mirror I couldn't tell what I looked like. I would see a skinny girl and think "yeah, I look like that" and then I would see an obese girl and think "I look like that". Then when I started losing weight I could not for the life of me see a difference! I seriously thought "who freaking made my jeans bigger!" which is a totally illogical thought, but it was real to me. It took me about a year to realize I was actually thinner! ... And my face, I couldn't see it and I couldn't understand how I could be so beautiful one day and so ugly the next. It was sort of the same with my emotions and opinions on subjects. I had no Idea what I looked like, what I felt like or what I thought about this and that.
Lately I have been able to see me. Its sort of funny how all of those things are connected. When I started realizing what I look like, I started realizing what I felt like and what my thoughts were on different subjects, but not necessarily in that order though. I am pretty sure I started by realizing who I am as a person. Once I was able to see who I am inside I could recognize my feelings and at the same time I realized what I look like. And then finally I was able to open my mouth. I told some people what I thought, and I felt stronger. I sometimes fall back into being type B. But thankfully being aware of that helps pull me back out. I can put a name to my feelings, I can recognize that I am who I am, I look the way I look and I have valid opinions I can share with people.
I am perfectly imperfect and I love it!

The other me...

I have been having a hard time. But my mom helps me a lot. She is the loveliest of beings and brings me oils to rub on my feet when she finds me crying in my room. .... That was really personal.... ohh well.
I guess since I am already sharing personal things in a public place like this I can safely continue to do so.
Mom came to visit me the other day and we talked about how important it is to acknowledge feelings/emotions. I used to always just realize that I felt either good or bad... but never realized how important it is to figure out exactly what it is I am feeling and why. So the next day while sitting on the bus and feeling that heaviness come over me I decided to try this. Usually I would have just sat there feeling bad and trying to bury or ignore my feelings and fill my head with music to take my mind off of the feeling I was feeling. But instead I asked myself: "what are you feeling?" and I answered: " I am feeling scared, and hurt". I was sort of surprised to realize I was scared and that I was willing to admit it. I then asked myself "why are you scared and hurt?" and my reply was "because I don't know if he likes me anymore, and it scares me. I don't know what do do next. I feel stuck". I wanted to know if there was something I could do, so I asked myself: "could you talk to him about it? see what's going on on his side of the line?" and I immediately answered "I don't think so, it also scares me to talk to him about things that matter to me, because I feel like he doesn't care about the things that matter to me, and won't respect my feelings. I don't trust him to respect my feelings." ...."So what will you do then? I mean, what can you do so that you can feel better?" I asked. After a short pause I answered: "I can trust in God. I can trust that He wants me to be happy and respects my feelings" ...I felt better after that.
If you are wondering what's up with all the self talk just google Lev Vygotsky.

The author is the fool in me!

I realize the title of this post makes no sense to most people. It does to me. It basically means I am a fool for letting my mind run wild with ideas that have no foundation and then allowing myself to feel hurt based on those ideas. Sometimes I think something is going on that I don't know anything about but sort of just figure must be happening since Karma hates me.... but then I come to my senses, get all the facts, realize Karma does not hate me and that I should learn to not feel so hurt by what I think people did. Most of the time they didn't even do it, or they didn't mean to hurt me by doing what I thought they did but in fact didn't do. Does that make sense?
Anyways, I still need to move on. I don't want to stay stuck in a situation I don't want to be in, even if its not as bad as I thought it was, but is still not as good as I want it to be. Does that make any sense?
This, good readers, is what my mind looks like; A mess of thoughts that make sense to me, but probably not to most other people.

I will try to make more sense next time.
Until then, toodles!

The Book of days 4, 5 and 6 in the month of May

Chapter 1
Facebook goes on vacation
Some time ago I decided to deactivate my facebook account, at least for the summer. I finally did it! I didn't expect to feel so lost though! for the past couple of days, since I deactivated FB I have had no desire to blog... I was just missing my FB account. I am feeling better now :) I just think that its not healthy to be so freaking addicted to a website! and I totally admit to being an addict! But on the other hand, I have been able to do other things instead.



Chapter 2
Enter the Piano
I learned to play the piano... no jokes! I finally got around to sitting down by my keyboard I bought a while ago for good money. I never gave it much time because my guitar and facebook came first. This will happen no more! So I memorized some basic chords and played and sang to my hearts content. It was lovely, it is lovely and it will be lovely.



Chapter 3
Love and respect yourself, show it with a song
I watched Glee the other day and realized what my song is! I figured since couples can have a song, individuals should be allowed to have songs. Its a song that reminds me how much I love myself, how I wish the best for me, because I am a unique individual (sounds totally obnoxious and self-absorbed... but I think a little self-respect is very very important to have. If you don't love yourself, then how can you expect anyone else to love you?) My song is Songbird (Eva Cassidy and Fleetwood Mac both performed it, but I am not sure who wrote it.... also, for those who watch Glee and may be wondering about my song choice I want to say I am not lesbian, not that that matters really, I just thought I would randomly add that).



Chapter 4
On the subject of sex, or rather the choice not to have it
I got double rejected this week. Way to go! Never mind rejection by person number 1. It has happened so often it just sort of seems normal by now. In fact, I believe I start getting withdrawal symptoms if number 1 doesn't reject me regularly, so today I called this person up just to get rejected again. So I guess I got triple rejected.... you know I am grossly exaggerating the situation here though. But it just sounds more interesting that way.
Rejection by person number 2 happened earlier this week. A guy I was really interested told me that if I don't believe in sex before marriage then he can't see us going anywhere. Thank you sir. Well, at least he didn't compare me to a car he would never buy if he couldn't test drive it first! Anyways, let me get to the point here. So today I saw a front page news article which was basically about this woman, daughter of a religious leader in Iceland, who was a virgin when she got married and had only had sex with one man in her life. If that gets on the front page then why the heck am I not more famous!?! Not that my sex life is anyones business, but I think its stupid that having high standards and wanting to live a virtuous life is such a big deal! why can't that be normal!?! Sometimes I wish I could have been born before 1900 so that my standards weren't so .... peculiar to people. I can still respect myself even though I have been rejected because of my standards, because I know that by living by those standards I am doing what I believe is right. Otherwise I'd be cheating myself to conform to popular opinion. Actually, now that I think about it, it not so much that I was rejected, it was more that we didn't want the same thing so it didn't go anywhere. And I am pretty sure I know at least 5 guys who share my belief system and there are so many people I don't know yet... so there is hope! I would honestly love to be in a relationship. There, I said it, now I am going to drop it... let whatever happens happen, and smile all the while.



Chapter 5
Bike riding is a joy
Moving on to a more ordinary subject. I got my bike out of the garage and pumped the tires full of air. And of course when I say my bike I mean my moms bike, and when I say I pumped the tires full of air I mean my dad pumped the tires full of air.... I did however ride the bike to my new place of work, without any help from my parents. I am fully capable of taking care of myself. I do enjoy quality time with dad in the garage getting moms bike she offered to lend me into shape.
I love riding that bike! Its probably one of my favorite things to do! especially when its sunny and I can wear a skirt and sunglasses. I love it! also, I love feeling my bum work for its hotness. I apologize for the language. I used to not have a bum, I used to have like a chicken leg, in the sense that you couldn't see where the thigh ended and the bum started... this was due to some extra largeness I was going through. Now I thoroughly enjoy having a bum. It may very well be my favorite part of my body. Ugh... it seems I have a preference for unordinary subjects to blog about... I will stop now.

playing PS3 with my mom

Buying a PS3: $400
Buying a PS3 car game: $40
Watching my mom play said PS3 car game: Priceless!

I've been hanging out with my brother and his wife today, and mum came over while my brother was playing Burn Out Paradise. Mom wanted to do something for my brother but his conditions were that she had to first play BOP. So we are now laughing our heads off to her hilarious comments and lack of PS3 skills. I LOVE my mom!!



For instance, after a long time trying to get the car to go straight she drove it so it almost hit a car in oncoming traffic. She managed to slow down to a stop before it hit the other car... and after a moment of silence she said "scared?!?"... I laughed!

This is your update

This day is 40% suck! and 60% lovely.
My mood is a mix of a little bit mad, a little bit peaceful, a little bit excited about the future and a little bit of a lot of other emotions. I realized yesterday that I have been letting some people keep me close enough to reject me over and over again. It's time for me to just be mad. Sometimes when I get mad I feel like I need to change my mood, to make other people feel more comfortable. Well, what if my emotions serve me, help me stay away from what is harmful for me. I am mad right now, but not like 'lose my temper' kind of mad, but like 'my standards and my self worth has been trampled on, and I wont have it anymore' kind of mad. I will get over it, once the feeling has served me and helped me stay away from what makes me feel like that in the first place. So I am ok with it.



I still have an easy time smiling and laughing and having a good time... except for that my cheek is still numb from going to the dentist... and the numbness is leaving, but now my teeth hurt! ugh... this time at the dentist was nothing like the spa! It didn't hurt, until now, and the dentist was super nice as always... but I can't say words that have a P or B in it, I have to pay the bill and I feel like I am always slobbering. MY TEETH HURT!
I wanna blog about my thoughts on self worth, premarital sex, the way very young girls dress these days and so much more... soon... not right now. I am going to go to the mall and spend some money.

I feel so used!

I hate that feeling... but I am feeling it anyways. I should start getting out of harmful situations and relationships before I end up going prematurely grey and wrinkled. I hope that tomorrow I can be totally honest and have a perfectly harmless day.... which might be impossible since I am going to the dentist.... but then again, I think my view of the dentist has been tainted... by popular opinion. I realized last month when I went to see the dentist for a checkup that I really do enjoy the dentist. I think my dentist works primarily with children so he is very careful and always makes you feel so.... safe. So while he was checking my teeth I felt sort of like I was at the spa. I have to go again tomorrow since I have two cavities. I predict it will be wonderful.... I will make sure to let you know if my predictions come true. They sometimes do actually... come true that is. I was once at a conventions for young single adults who are members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day saints. During the convention I got to know these two girls from Switzerland if I remember correctly. I was just joking around at one of the dances one night during the convention and pretended to read their palms.... I told them exactly what kind of man they would end up with, and they were both like "ohh my goodness! thats so my type! how did you know!?!" and so I told them I had a gift, I can foresee the future... which is complete and total bullcrap! I don't even know when I will end up going to bed tonight... so me being able to tell a couple of girls who they will end up with is very far fetched! but just to prove I was telling them the truth I said "I will prove it too you!" then I looked up at the sky and said, in about an hour, at around 9pm, it will start raining" .... I was able to say this with confidence that within an hour it would start raining because I have eyes and could see the clouds were heavy with rain... it doesn't take prophetic abilities to predict rain... just someone who is used to guessing the weather according to what they see (which is probably easy to do for most icelanders, since the weather shifts like every 5 minutes so you have to watch the sky to make sure you are not caught out in the rain or a snow storm). Anyways, it started raining like 5 minutes past 9pm and once again they were amazed... it was fun! but I quickly told them I have no special abilities to see the future but am simply good at reading people and skies. .... well... not so much people who are guys I may or may not be interested in... ugh... stupid!