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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stereotype
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stereotype
http://akumassa.org/kontribusi/indramayu-jawa-barat/aku-seorang-psk/
A stereotype is a popular belief about specific types of individuals. The concepts of "stereotype" and "prejudice" are often confused with many other different meanings. Stereotypes are standardized and simplified conceptions of groups based on some prior assumptions.
The term stereotype derives from the Greek words στερεός (stereos), "firm, solid" and τύπος (typos), "impression," hence "solid impression".
It was invented by Firmin Didot in the world of printing; it was originally a duplicate impression of an original typographical element, used for printing instead of the original. American journalist Walter Lippmann coined the metaphor, calling a stereotype a "picture in our heads" saying, "Whether right or wrong imagination is shaped by the pictures seen originally printers' words, and in their literal printers' meanings were synonymous. Specifically, cliché was a French word for the printing surface for a stereotype. The first reference to "stereotype," in its modern, English use was in 1850, in the noun, meaning "image perpetuated without change."
Although the term in the printing sense was first coined in 1798, the modern psychology sense was first used by Walter Lippmann in his 1922 work Public Opinion.
too often people think of commercial sex workers are women who are naughty. but there are also those who chose the job because it was forced by the demands of the situation.
here's one example of the story of a commercial sex worker:
I do not know where to start. But, this is a story that was actually happening. The following story is representative of the lives of friends in the county.
Education! Has vanished from my life. Especially is this? not enough mental anguish that I experienced the above? God, why are so many trials have you crack to me? Destroyed, can not afford my own future I folded arms. I've been trying, desperately, and my thoughts. However, it is not enough to sustain my school .. 'Drop out!' I hate those words. I do not want it to close I would not even think to experience it, let alone actually happening to me. However, reality says another. Things happen and I'm afraid even I really experience today. Know? How shattered hopes and dreams are. How I was unable to accept the fact that I can no longer continue my school. Things I'm proud to be leading me towards a bright future has been lost and far from the dream to be invited back in my life.
From the outset it I had no support from parents to continue my education to junior high school. They further asked me to work alone after my elementary school days ended at that time. But, I want to continue to any junior high risk. Anyway, from there Pemerintahkan BOS (School Operational Assistance) that I had seen ads on TV. The ad, which has given me the spirit that made me survive means to maintain in order to enter junior high.
Masses of my time in class VII junior really stepped so make me happy. Did not think I could sit in junior high school. Given all of the struggle itself, I mean without the slightest interference or support from my parents. Starting from my school I'm looking for a place, register and so on. Lord, thank you for this opportunity. There I saw a glimmer of a bright future in my life. I live my days with joy from the first start I go to school, familiar with new friends and the teachers are very nice and friendly guy even though there are also teachers who sometimes like coquettish. It was nearly two months I went in and go to school in junior high. Full of love, cheerful and smiling.
But before I stepped on the first semester, issue after issue arising from my family especially my parents. I who as the eldest of four brothers started worry about the problems going on. At that time, my father began sickly and did not know what the cause of her illness. We were not able to bring the father to the Hospital and Health Center is only able to bring it to the course. But, that's two Sunday there was no progress until finally something that has robbed it all started coming toward me. Starting from what has been the mother talking to me. He says, I better quit school and find work. At that, the World seemed to have collapsed, lightning darting all wishful never left my mind a bit. I could not refuse her. Mother said, "you are the eldest son, the oldest child in this family". Plus the mother had quickly find me someone who would take me to work.
That day, I still remember clearly. On Friday, residents in my village after performing Friday prayers I've been told by the mother getting ready to go to Jakarta with my neighbor. I have without question according to my mother, I will work with what there is still 13 years old I'm getting to and 14 years. Although I never asked if my job later mother always said, "Come on, according to all! Do not have a lot of questions. What is clear with your work, you will recover and we can eat! "Yes, that's what mom always accusing me when I asked. Especially with a fairly loud tone made me so reluctant to ask it again though I'm very confused.
After sunset, I had arrived in Jakarta. I was at my neighbor to introduce by a woman aged about 40 years. He greeted me with a sweet smile. He said, "you do not fear it. With you working here, you will be able to very much money from you according to ama mommy "he calls himself by calling mommy and I were made to follow him to call mommy to him. After I met, I was sent to sit and wait a while because he will move to the next room to talk about something to my neighbor and I will just nod. I do not understand anything at that time. I'm just a plain girl who was only 13 years old, has no experience of anything and for sure I'm in the process of getting a job to produce a salary for my family at home who are in need.
About 15 minutes I waited. Finally, my neighbor was out of the room side with mammy. I see, my neighbor came out with a very happy face like it had discovered the value of a good report card. No less senengnya make mami also a look on his face filled with bling-bling to shine. On the right-hand neighbor, I melitah a large envelope was thick enough on the handheld close and I suddenly asked. "What is it sir?" He said, is it money that he made my family at home in order to bring the father to the hospital. I froze, here I have not worked anything but koq been able to get money for the house. Strange indeed, but I did not dare ask. After briefly shaking hands, my neighbor's home immediately excused himself to leave in place perantaun away from my parents' house with a woman who nearly wrinkles that kept staring at me since I arrived.
The first night, I was treated very well by women who are more big than the mother's calling me mommy as well. Really beautiful they were. With a feminine makeup, hair-long hair was loose and the body-his tall and lanky. I finally slept soundly but first, mom had stopped by my room and saying something. "Goddess, yes you get plenty of rest tonight. Because tomorrow you will start bekeja. Tomorrow you must be prepared and learn to make up your face and dandananmu same brothers who had been "a sweet smile that she always gave. I also ventured to ask, "Mother, if I may I know, I'll work ya bu what about tomorrow?" Mammy was told, "take it easy, you do not have to be afraid. You work koq fun. Now, you do not have a lot to ask, you better get some rest "" yes Mommy "I said.
The next day, around Asr time runs out. I was taken by one of his sisters who accompanied me last night to a place for ordinary people there wore makeup. He said, "you just according to y ..." with mendudukanku directly in front of a dressing table. Total, I changed drastically. To the extent that I did not recognize my own face. I'm in magic as a very beautiful soap opera star. When finished dressing, in the order I will wear clothes that have been provided by the brother who had dressed it. Astghfirullah, who am I? What am I? So what am I now? Before the questions were answered by the liver had my little brother was quickly brought me to a place of shooting. I'm in that style in order demonstrated by someone who was at that place. I'm more confused, the more I do not understand. The purpose of all this is what exactly? I have it like this for what?
I just realized, it turns out that my neighbor took me to Jakarta is a supplier of Commercial Sex Workers (CSW), no wonder my friends or neighbors, another neighbor who works in Jakarta and distributed by the neighbors it's not uncommon to bring a little money. Thus, the mother has told me to go whole money (making money) and distributed by him to Jakarta. Oh it turns out, the money that has been the time taken by a neighbor who was about to be given to the mother at home is the result of the sale of virginity. Apparently, the photos of me it is as a bargain-om om myself to it. No ... ... I can not accept this fact. I, has been in perjual traded! And still I'm confused and wondering, if the mother does not know if it turns out I was hired like this in Jakarta? What, in fact the mother had known earlier and had deliberately let myself be sold like this? Oh, why did his own mom has been as low as it would do to his own child? Because of innocence and ignorance, and I did not know anything, that much I'm easily deceived, tricked, lied to, until diperjualkan like this. Now, it's happened, babies who are born can not possibly go back to his mother's womb. Flowers bloom now has buds, Sun will be forever obscured by clouds and the moon will remain closed pekatnya cloudy. Me, myself contemptible and all will call me prostitute!
The term stereotype derives from the Greek words στερεός (stereos), "firm, solid" and τύπος (typos), "impression," hence "solid impression".
It was invented by Firmin Didot in the world of printing; it was originally a duplicate impression of an original typographical element, used for printing instead of the original. American journalist Walter Lippmann coined the metaphor, calling a stereotype a "picture in our heads" saying, "Whether right or wrong imagination is shaped by the pictures seen originally printers' words, and in their literal printers' meanings were synonymous. Specifically, cliché was a French word for the printing surface for a stereotype. The first reference to "stereotype," in its modern, English use was in 1850, in the noun, meaning "image perpetuated without change."
Although the term in the printing sense was first coined in 1798, the modern psychology sense was first used by Walter Lippmann in his 1922 work Public Opinion.
too often people think of commercial sex workers are women who are naughty. but there are also those who chose the job because it was forced by the demands of the situation.
here's one example of the story of a commercial sex worker:
I do not know where to start. But, this is a story that was actually happening. The following story is representative of the lives of friends in the county.
Education! Has vanished from my life. Especially is this? not enough mental anguish that I experienced the above? God, why are so many trials have you crack to me? Destroyed, can not afford my own future I folded arms. I've been trying, desperately, and my thoughts. However, it is not enough to sustain my school .. 'Drop out!' I hate those words. I do not want it to close I would not even think to experience it, let alone actually happening to me. However, reality says another. Things happen and I'm afraid even I really experience today. Know? How shattered hopes and dreams are. How I was unable to accept the fact that I can no longer continue my school. Things I'm proud to be leading me towards a bright future has been lost and far from the dream to be invited back in my life.
From the outset it I had no support from parents to continue my education to junior high school. They further asked me to work alone after my elementary school days ended at that time. But, I want to continue to any junior high risk. Anyway, from there Pemerintahkan BOS (School Operational Assistance) that I had seen ads on TV. The ad, which has given me the spirit that made me survive means to maintain in order to enter junior high.
Masses of my time in class VII junior really stepped so make me happy. Did not think I could sit in junior high school. Given all of the struggle itself, I mean without the slightest interference or support from my parents. Starting from my school I'm looking for a place, register and so on. Lord, thank you for this opportunity. There I saw a glimmer of a bright future in my life. I live my days with joy from the first start I go to school, familiar with new friends and the teachers are very nice and friendly guy even though there are also teachers who sometimes like coquettish. It was nearly two months I went in and go to school in junior high. Full of love, cheerful and smiling.
But before I stepped on the first semester, issue after issue arising from my family especially my parents. I who as the eldest of four brothers started worry about the problems going on. At that time, my father began sickly and did not know what the cause of her illness. We were not able to bring the father to the Hospital and Health Center is only able to bring it to the course. But, that's two Sunday there was no progress until finally something that has robbed it all started coming toward me. Starting from what has been the mother talking to me. He says, I better quit school and find work. At that, the World seemed to have collapsed, lightning darting all wishful never left my mind a bit. I could not refuse her. Mother said, "you are the eldest son, the oldest child in this family". Plus the mother had quickly find me someone who would take me to work.
That day, I still remember clearly. On Friday, residents in my village after performing Friday prayers I've been told by the mother getting ready to go to Jakarta with my neighbor. I have without question according to my mother, I will work with what there is still 13 years old I'm getting to and 14 years. Although I never asked if my job later mother always said, "Come on, according to all! Do not have a lot of questions. What is clear with your work, you will recover and we can eat! "Yes, that's what mom always accusing me when I asked. Especially with a fairly loud tone made me so reluctant to ask it again though I'm very confused.
After sunset, I had arrived in Jakarta. I was at my neighbor to introduce by a woman aged about 40 years. He greeted me with a sweet smile. He said, "you do not fear it. With you working here, you will be able to very much money from you according to ama mommy "he calls himself by calling mommy and I were made to follow him to call mommy to him. After I met, I was sent to sit and wait a while because he will move to the next room to talk about something to my neighbor and I will just nod. I do not understand anything at that time. I'm just a plain girl who was only 13 years old, has no experience of anything and for sure I'm in the process of getting a job to produce a salary for my family at home who are in need.
About 15 minutes I waited. Finally, my neighbor was out of the room side with mammy. I see, my neighbor came out with a very happy face like it had discovered the value of a good report card. No less senengnya make mami also a look on his face filled with bling-bling to shine. On the right-hand neighbor, I melitah a large envelope was thick enough on the handheld close and I suddenly asked. "What is it sir?" He said, is it money that he made my family at home in order to bring the father to the hospital. I froze, here I have not worked anything but koq been able to get money for the house. Strange indeed, but I did not dare ask. After briefly shaking hands, my neighbor's home immediately excused himself to leave in place perantaun away from my parents' house with a woman who nearly wrinkles that kept staring at me since I arrived.
The first night, I was treated very well by women who are more big than the mother's calling me mommy as well. Really beautiful they were. With a feminine makeup, hair-long hair was loose and the body-his tall and lanky. I finally slept soundly but first, mom had stopped by my room and saying something. "Goddess, yes you get plenty of rest tonight. Because tomorrow you will start bekeja. Tomorrow you must be prepared and learn to make up your face and dandananmu same brothers who had been "a sweet smile that she always gave. I also ventured to ask, "Mother, if I may I know, I'll work ya bu what about tomorrow?" Mammy was told, "take it easy, you do not have to be afraid. You work koq fun. Now, you do not have a lot to ask, you better get some rest "" yes Mommy "I said.
The next day, around Asr time runs out. I was taken by one of his sisters who accompanied me last night to a place for ordinary people there wore makeup. He said, "you just according to y ..." with mendudukanku directly in front of a dressing table. Total, I changed drastically. To the extent that I did not recognize my own face. I'm in magic as a very beautiful soap opera star. When finished dressing, in the order I will wear clothes that have been provided by the brother who had dressed it. Astghfirullah, who am I? What am I? So what am I now? Before the questions were answered by the liver had my little brother was quickly brought me to a place of shooting. I'm in that style in order demonstrated by someone who was at that place. I'm more confused, the more I do not understand. The purpose of all this is what exactly? I have it like this for what?
I just realized, it turns out that my neighbor took me to Jakarta is a supplier of Commercial Sex Workers (CSW), no wonder my friends or neighbors, another neighbor who works in Jakarta and distributed by the neighbors it's not uncommon to bring a little money. Thus, the mother has told me to go whole money (making money) and distributed by him to Jakarta. Oh it turns out, the money that has been the time taken by a neighbor who was about to be given to the mother at home is the result of the sale of virginity. Apparently, the photos of me it is as a bargain-om om myself to it. No ... ... I can not accept this fact. I, has been in perjual traded! And still I'm confused and wondering, if the mother does not know if it turns out I was hired like this in Jakarta? What, in fact the mother had known earlier and had deliberately let myself be sold like this? Oh, why did his own mom has been as low as it would do to his own child? Because of innocence and ignorance, and I did not know anything, that much I'm easily deceived, tricked, lied to, until diperjualkan like this. Now, it's happened, babies who are born can not possibly go back to his mother's womb. Flowers bloom now has buds, Sun will be forever obscured by clouds and the moon will remain closed pekatnya cloudy. Me, myself contemptible and all will call me prostitute!
from the story I learned that we always live in the options. follow what is good or bad. have a heart that is ready to be taught and shaped to be a blessing wherever we are. If she was obedient to parents in an appropriate manner they amicably discuss what they could do to be able to survive remains on the right path, surely she will not experience a very sad thing. but above all, when we appreciate and accept with sincerity what is happening in our lives then we will attain enlightenment.
