The Bubble of Ignorance – Part 2

Okay, firstly, I hadn’t intended on publishing something twice in a row. This is my 100th post, and it’s not what I envisioned sharing. But this is the world we live in now, and I can’t make happy, woo, cutesy posts when our world is continuing to face terrible acts of injustice, murder, and hatred.

Over two years ago, I wrote and later published a post about my feelings on the so-called Islamic State.

In those two years, my knowledge and understanding about how they work has grown.

I’ve started speaking out more about them, as well as many other injustices happening around the world. Since publishing that post, I have made an effort to not live in my bubble of ignorance. I’ve started protesting and educating myself and people around me about what’s going on. I’ve become particularly passionate about what’s going on in Syria.

Okay, enough intro. Here’s my follow up on The Bubble of Ignorance, especially in the wake of the attack on the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester. Once again, it’s unedited because I just wrote it.


Here you sit, in your bubble of ignorance.

I suppose it’s better than indifference and apathy.

But you laugh at me

When I call you out.

“What more can I do?” You say, as you scroll through Facebook endlessly.

Your thoughts and prayers are with them, you say,

When in actuality,

You’re hoping that I just go away

And let you return

To your bubble of ignorance.

Because you can’t be blamed for not acting

When you simply didn’t know

About the killing

Or the drilling

Or the missing

Or the chilling scenes of death, despair, and destruction

That flood my Facebook feed, but somehow you’ve tailored your feed

To only show you things you want to see.

That’s fair,

But you know what isn’t?

That you get to sit happily in your bubble of ignorance

While PEOPLE in Syria

And around the world

Are crying

Are DYING

Are trying to get to safety.

Are risking everything for their family.

When all you risk is your “image.”

“Facebook should be about happy things,” you say.

Fine, and by the way,

Your privilege says, “Hey.”

You can’t rush away from this injustice.

Now, trust us,

You’ll be asking for trouble

If you’re caught

Sitting in your bubble

Of ignorance.

Unacceptable

Targeting others whose views disagree with yours, spinning their words into something they aren’t, essentially stalking them, and putting together hate portfolios of them while masquerading as a “concerned student group” who tries to look like an IUPUI-official group is NOT okay. We see through you. We know you aren’t who you say you are, and we will figure out how to stop you from spreading hate against IUPUI students and staff. I’m thankful I don’t personally know anyone who’s been targeted, but still. I can’t believe that this direct hate and targeting hasn’t been stopped yet, and I feel so useless as to what to do.

Enough

It’s been a long while since I’ve posted anything on here. I’m so sorry. It’s been a busy several months, but once again I find myself horrified and nearly speechless at the actions of others.

I just don’t know what to think.

I’m not going to talk about guns (though something needs to change) or religion (though it really shouldn’t be blamed for this). I’m going to talk about people. Specifically, the people, most of whom were likely part of the LGBTQ+ community, who were murdered and injured on Sunday.

There have been enough mass shootings. One is enough too many, but there have been way more than just one. There are now enough people I know, myself and my boss included whose birthdays have been marked by a horrible mass shooting event.

There are now enough people who won’t get to celebrate another birthday because they’ve been murdered in a mass shooting. There are now enough parents and family members who won’t get to celebrate a birthday of a loved one because they were torn away from this world too early.

One is enough too many.

Enough.

Enough judging others for who they are.

Enough telling others they aren’t good enough or are going to go to hell because of who they are or for this choice or that. Enough making yourself the judge of other people’s bodies, religion, sexual orientation, gender identity, and anything else other people do.

Just enough.

Now is the time for action.

Now is the time to reconsider our policies.

Now is the time to stop judging others.

Now is the time to create a culture and society where everyone is welcome to be who they are.

Now is the time to be kind to others.

Now is the time to be the change.

Donate. Give back. Vote. Run for office. Call out others for hate. Stand up for people. Stop using language that perpetuates a view that others are less than you. Just do something good.

I’ve had enough of prayers, silence, inaction, false promises, hate, injustice, death, murder, and judgement.


I want you to know that you are loved and cared for and that you matter.

You are beautiful. Your soul is beautiful.

You are intelligent.

You are supported.

You are enough.


I want you to know that:

We lived through times when hate and fear seemed stronger;

We rise and fall and light from dying embers, remembrances that hope and love last longer

And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.” – Lin-Manuel Miranda


Additionally, I recently saw the play, Hand to God. This was a quote from the producer, which I felt was extremely relevant. How do we share the blame?

Hand to God was a surprise hit in New York, but, more than that, it is a reflection of a dark and disturbing time in America. Random violence is at an all-time high. Presidential politics are reduced to schoolyard behavior. A loss of faith and civility dominate the social landscape. More often than not, fear causes us to lash out in our grief instead of seeking out the help needed for healing. Pressure leads us to bad behavior and unhealthy habits. The constant hate and violence that we witness causes us to search for a scapegoat. Hand to God asks the question:

My Year in Review: 2015

2015 was an awesome year for me.

Here’s some of what I did (in no particular order):

  1. I got accepted to grad school!photo
  2. I accepted a graduate assistantship with Family, School, and Neighborhood Engagement.photo 1 (4)
  3. I completed square dancing lessons and went through plus square dancing lessons.10945533_10205733396476823_249063993592293292_n
  4. I started clogging.IMG_5224.jpg
  5. I attended my first two professional conferences.12238121_10207929170329797_5391703298051292162_o
  6. My best friend got married, and I was her “Lady of Honor.”photo 5 (3).JPG
  7. I participated in the IUPUI Regatta.photo 2 (5).JPG
  8. I read 50 books. UPDATE! I’ve read 52 books, since I just finished Lending a Paw and Borrowed Crime by Laurie Cass.Goodreads Reading Challenge 2015
  9. I voted for the first time.12183954_10207845843046667_8556377505169139438_o.jpg
  10. I started knitting using a loom.photo 3 (2).JPG
  11. I biked to work for the first time.photo (2)
  12. I became VP of Membership for the alumnae chapter of my sorority.12314535_674288999379794_3357469934167776297_o.jpg
  13. I successfully completed my first semester of graduate school with a 4.0!photo 4
  14. We celebrated one year with our Little!12132485_10207711842376734_5082884238161835521_o.jpg
  15. Daniel and I celebrated one year together as a married couple!11160640_10207506329359037_7245455612742873513_o.jpg
  16. I participated in National Novel Writing Month (again).Me and Kayla writing during the first day of NaNoWriMo.
  17. And just because this picture gives me so much happiness… 🙂887410_10207864805360713_50468107508961177_o.jpg

I hope you had a wonderful 2015, and if not, I hope your 2016 is awesome!

The Bubble of Ignorance

This is a post I wrote after a particularly public beheading. I started it in February of this year. I haven’t published it because I’ve been scared to. I don’t usually share my political opinions on social media, and to be honest, I’m scared of the backlash. On social media, I’ve been silent on the events in Paris, Beirut, Nigeria, and the rest of the world. At home, I’ve cried so many times for people I’ve never met. 

When I visited Paris, I hated it. I hated how they treated the people experiencing homelessness there. I hated how that, in one part of the city, it was beautiful, but two blocks down, it was awful. I have no personal connection to anyone that’s died in an attack that I know of, but that doesn’t stop me for feeling for the families and friends of those lost. 

There has been so much violence, hate, and sadness lately, and I’ve been silent because I am speechless. I don’t know how to respond. I don’t know what to do.

I’m sharing this now because I need to for me, and I’m sharing it because it needs to be said.

I haven’t edited it, so some of the questions might have answers. 


Sometimes, it can be really easy to sit comfortably in our American Bubble of Ignorance and ignore what’s going on in the world around us.

I am not blind to the events and injustices happening in other parts of the world as well as those happening in the US. I am not blind to the events in the Middle East and the horrendous acts of violence taking place there.

The actions of the self-proclaimed “Islamic State” don’t make sense. They kill anyone they perceive to be their enemy, even their brothers and sisters in Islam. They are spreading fear and hate and without accomplishing anything other than destroying the lives of many.

I have so many questions and no answers…

Why do they continue to commit horrible acts of violence? Why can’t they be stopped?

Why does the media only help spread the fear and hate by only showing the murders they commit? Why can’t they tell us what’s going on and what the “IS” is after? Why only show the violence?

What the “Islamic State” is doing is wrong. We all understand that.

But what do we do? How can we, who so often love to sit in our Bubbles of Ignorance, stop this force from halfway around the world?

I don’t know. I really don’t know.

Hearing about what they’re doing over there whilst I sit here happily going about my life destroys me. I wish I could just wave a magic wand and make it come to an end, but the world doesn’t work that way…

Here’s what I do know.

The actions of the so-called “Islamic State” don’t represent the actions and feelings of Muslims everywhere.

Don’t allow yourself to be sucked into fearing and hating all Muslims because of the actions of the “Islamic State.” We all need to band together against them.

Until we figure out something better to do, don’t add fuel to the fire by hating and bullying others, especially because they happen to be Muslim.

Just do what’s right.

On One Year of Marriage

Past & Present: On One Year of Marriage

Happy Labor Day, US folks!10469373_10204820749021207_3642174395043947195_n

For me, this Labor Day marks one year of being a married woman (and six years of being with my husband)!

Growing up, I always heard the first year of marriage is the hardest one, but I think it’s been the best year of our relationship.

I just wanted to take a moment and reflect a little on what we’ve accomplished this year, but first, let’s start with what we haven’t accomplished:

We aren’t “settled,” by traditional definitions:

-We didn’t buy a house.

-We didn’t have kids.

-We both didn’t immediately get full-time jobs.

However, we have been more settled and our lives are more stable than they ever have been: 

-We have an apartment without roommates (just the two of us and Razo).10383487_10205255859898707_6915505851249669903_n

-We have a cat (aka Razo).

-Daniel has a full-time job.

-I have three part-time jobs and am a full-time graduate student.

All of that considered, I think we have had a wonderful first year of marriage:

-We travelled to England to visit a friend.

-We enrolled as Bigs in the Big Brothers Big Sisters program.

-We completed Mainstream and Plus Square Dance lessons.

-We’ve enjoyed a LOT of theatre together.

-We finally have a regular routine (even if it seems hectic from the outside).

Of course, not every day is super wonderful, romantic, and fantastic. That would be boring, and it completely misses the point. Daniel and I work together through any disagreements we have (though they’re usually small), and at the end of the day, we can fall asleep knowing that we are there for one another.

Happy first anniversary, Daniel. I love you!

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Gen Con 2015

Greetings, Internet Folks!Gen Con 2015 Graphic. Stefany Boleyn. Past & Present. StefanyBoleyn.wordpress.com. Blind Lady Vs. Gaming. Women & Gaming. Rolling for Change: The Therapeutic Side of Gaming. Diversity in Gaming. Worldbuilding: Mythology. Not Your Grandfather's Religion.

If you regularly check this blog, you might notice I didn’t make a Grad School post this Tuesday or last Tuesday. Sorry about that. Not only have I been busy planning for grad school to start, but I started my time as a graduate assistant on August 3rd (in case you’re wondering, I love it so far).

On top of all that going on, “The Best Four Days in Gaming” rolled around a tad early this year. If you aren’t in the tabletop gaming community, that would mean Gen Con.

Gen Con is a massive gaming convention that takes place over, you guessed it, four days (Thursday-Sunday, though there are events on Wednesday). Being local, it’s easy for us to go.

My husband and I have been going to Gen Con together pretty much every year of our relationship (I don’t think we’ve missed one, yet). First, it started out with us going on Sundays, which are cheaper.

Daniel eventually decided he wanted to do more gaming at Gen Con, so he started purchasing four-day passes.

Finally, this year I purchased a four-day pass. Surprisingly, though, I didn’t game much during Gen Con. Their sign-up system for games is based off of everyone punching a button on their computer at the same time after having selected certain games to go to. It’s pretty much left up to chance.Stefany and Daniel take a selfie in front of the Dr. Who booth.

Unfortunately, Daniel and I didn’t get into a single game together (I didn’t get into ANY of the games I signed up for). Still determined to play together, we did play some Games on Demand, which use generic tickets rather than pre-purchased ones.

Anyway, I had signed up for some free panels / seminars, and I just filled in the voids in my schedule with more of those.

I had originally signed up for ten panels / seminars. One got cancelled shortly before Gen Con began, and I ended up being too exhausted on Saturday to go to any of my scheduled events and took it as a day of rest.

Total, I went to six seminars / panels and took 18 pages of notes (bullet-pointed notes, don’t worry, I’m not that good).

As I always do, I like to process material by writing about it, and that is a lot to process.

So, over the next several months on Thursdays, I will post about each of the six panels / seminars I attended during Gen Con 2015. The photo at the top lists out the titles of the six panels / seminars, so be on the lookout for each of their corresponding posts!

 Have you been to Gen Con before? What was your experience?