Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman
The Murder of Myrtle
I read the novel "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald when I was a teen in high school. Actually, I cheated. I read the Cliff Notes and watched the movie. The poetry of the book was nice, but I just wanted to know the story so I could get through my assignments and be done with it. I did not like the novel at all when I first learned of it. I hated Daisy right away because she acted like what happened to Myrtle and Jay was no big deal, when both of their murders are really her fault. Jordan admits that she's "irresponsible" but Daisy never does. Daisy is a spoiled, worthless, emotional piece of junk who doesn't appreciate her wealth, her husband, her child, or the love of other people who were obsessed with her. F. Scott Fitzgerald actually has the nerve to end the novel with her as a Winner. If you want to see Evil Triumph over good, then by all means agree that The Great Gatsby is the Great American novel. But I disagree. As a woman and as a writer, I think The Great Gatsby is the worse piece of literature ever to be written as American fiction, and I think that women should be ashamed of themselves if they think it's any good. It right up there with the trash of "50 Shades of Gray". Please women! Use your brain! Do you want to end up dead like Myrtle or miserable like Daisy? That's what Fitzgerald promises you.
According to Miranda, you have the right to remain silent. Per cliche', "silence is golden". According to the Bill of Rights, you have "Freedom of Speech". What does that all mean? I begin by sharing what it means to me.
Why did you go back to writing?
I have been a writer for as long as I remember. I learned the alphabet and I started writing. Why? Back when I was a kid, it was "be quiet, you're too young to listen or have an opinion..." Kids were to be seen, not heard. It was the same at school or at home. Sit down, be quiet. So I wrote and wrote and wrote. Because at least the paper wanted to hear my thoughts, my dreams, and my opinions.
A Tour of Florida
I used to say I was born in the Garden State and raised in the Sunshine State because I moved to Florida from New Jersey in 1983 when I was 12 years old. I moved back to New Jersey in 2007, then I moved back to Florida in 2010. Then I moved back to New Jersey in 2019. I've been visiting in Florida since Thanksgiving 2020 and I'm looking forward to going back to New Jersey as soon as possible in 2021.
Why can't people be kind?
I'm watching Superbowl 55 today and a commercial struck a chord with a poignant question - "Why can't we be kind?" I was stunned for a moment, then responded with some bitterness. Why? Oh, I have the perfect example of why we can't be kind.
Don't Fight! Run Away
The first time I almost got abused from bullies(besides the whippings I got from the belt from my mother at home) was in fifth grade when two girls in my class followed me home. They started pushing me and making fun of me and I kept walking and trying to ignore them. I just wanted to get home to my grandmother and be loved and safe. There was two of them against one. I had never even been in a fight and I wasn't about to take on two Spanish girls for my first fight. The next day I told the teachers, and after that they left me alone.
Some Teachers are Unforgettable
My first teachers were my grandmother and my mother and they were the best. They are long gone, but in my memory they remain and I often utilize the education that they provided for me. As a student of the public schools, I met and learned under a wide array of male and female teachers. Some of them I remember very well. Most of them I don't. I went to 11 different schools to get to my high school graduation from Pre-School to Kindergarten, to Elementary School, to Middle School, to Jr. High School, and finally High School. I also graduated from two colleges. In the end, the hardest lessons and teachers I had were the ones I had in regards to the "real world school" or Pinellas County Jail. That was where everything I had learned for 47 years was tested to the absolute extreme; Where my pride had to be swallowed while I explored the depths of humility.
Child Support: Right or Wrong?
There are rumors about my birth and who my father is, but I can not prove what is true. My birth certificate states that Angermeyer is my father and whenever I questioned my mother she adamantly agreed that the birth certificate is accurate. It's hard to believe though because she wasn't in love with him. She admitted that the only reason she married him was because she was pregnant with me. It's also hard to believe because two other people denied that he was the father. Of course, her response to their denials was simply "They weren't there when it happened. How would they know?" But they were around. My grandmother and my aunt were involved enough at that time to know more than I do and why would they lie about it? My grandmother did not know exactly who my father was, but she didn't think it was Angermeyer. My aunt said she believed it was a man named Margolis. I've looked in the mirror many times trying to figure out if I look more German or more Greek, and I really can't figure it out.
The Perks of Covid-19
In 2018 there was no Corona Virus. I did not have to wear a mask or keep my distance. I was miserable in 2018 for many other reasons. At the beginning of 2019 there was no Corona Virus. I still did not have to wear a mask or keep my distance. I still wasn't having a great time in 2019.
Goodbye Donald Trump
Logically speaking I can not blame one person for hard times in my life. I've been through very hard times in my 49 years of existence in America. Surviving September 11, 2001 was no picnic. Surviving Hurricane Katrina in 2005 was also not easy. Yet there has been no worse time period in my life than this four year span (2017-2020) while Trump has been President. Logically, I can't say it's his fault, but it sure is a weird coincidence.
The Difference between Rape and Date Rape
Some people say rape is rape, it's all the same, but I disagree. Just like Dante says there are various layers of hell, there are different kinds of rape. A male raping a male isn't the same as a male raping a female. A female raping a female isn't the same as a male raping a female. Finally, there is a difference between rape and date rape and I'd like to describe that to you. I want to talk about this topic not just because I was a fan of the show "13 Reasons" where the theme of rape is covered heavily and one of the reasons why one of the main character's commits suicide; I want to cover this topic because I feel that I've been victimized by it and I'm a survivor, and not only is writing about it cathartic, it may help some people who have not been raped and who may benefit by knowing what it's like and how to avoid it.
What to say after "I,Tonya"
Yesterday I watched a film that I had heard about and have been wanting to see for quite some time. I, Tonya which is labeled as a comedy, but if it's funny, I would call it dark humor. I didn't think it was funny at all. I thought it was very tragic. There are many videos you can watch on youtube that show the comparisons of the actors portrayals of the characters to the real people they were playing. I watched some of that before I watched the movie to prepare myself for any hoopla that the director might have wanted to do to the audience using sensationalist tricks. I remembered the story of Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan back when I was just starting college in the early 90s. I always loved to watch gymnastics and figure skating in the Olympic games. My good friend at the time was a huge Kerrigan fan, so we were watching the skaters. When Kerrigan got hit, it was huge news for weeks. I was left thinking that Tonya Harding and her clan must have been monsters. After watching the movie, I see that I was almost correct. Her clan were completely monsters, but Tonya was a victim of abuse from family and a victim of the "system" (just like me) being made to believe that she had a fair shot coming from "poor white trash" - when the truth is she was doomed from birth.