Masih Adakah Kartini dalam Benak Wanita Indonesia?

Written by Siti Lailatul Hajar (Bintang Sahara) on Sabtu, 21 April 2012 at 05.10

Bukanlah suatu hal yang mudah memperjuangkan suatu hak. Apa yang didengung-dengungkn ketika peringatan Hari Kartini telah tiba yaitu emansipasi wanita. Opini publik mengatakan bahwa emansipasi wanita merupakan salah satu usaha bagaimana menyetarakan gender. Kaum laki-laki masih dianggap lebih superior daripada kaum hawa.
Pemahaman ini telah menjadi salah kaprah dalam masyaakat. Kita telah banyak mengetahui dan melihat pada era modern ini bahwa banyak wanita yang bekerja tidak pada tempat yang seharusnya, yaitu dengan melakukan pekerjaan berat. Seperti menjadi tukang ojek, kuli batu, kernet, dan masih banyak lagi.
Di sini, saya tidak hendak mendiskriminasikan antara satu pekerjaan dengan pekerjaan lain. Semua pekerjaan itu baik asalkan tidak melanggar norma masyarakat yang ada. Namun, ketika ada sebuah pekerjaan yang seharusnya tidak dilakukan wanita menjai sesuatu yang tidak wajar. Wanita telah dikenal dengan sifat lemah lembutnya, tingka laku yang sopan dan angggun, serta penyayang. Sifat ini memang telah melekat pada diri wanita dan menjadi keistimewan tersendiri.
Menilik kembali pada sejarah mengapa Ibu Kartini mempertahankan eksistensi wanita yaitu bukan semata-mata untuk menyamakan gender dengan laki-laki. Ibu Kartini merasa pilu dan sedih melihat nasib wanita yang tidak bisa mengembangkan potensi atau hanya sekadar belajar mengetahui dunia luar. Ketika wanita mulai menginjak umur 12 tahun, pada zaman Ibu Kartini, harus dipingit di dalam rumah. Oleh karenanya, ini akan membatasi wanita untuk mengembangan dirinya.
Melihat kejadian itu, Ibu Kartini merasa harus merubah keadaan tersebut. Dengan berbekal tenaga dan dukungan dari suaminya, Ibu Kartini mendirikan sekolah untuk para wanita. Selain itu,banyak sekali tulisan-tulisan Ibu Kartini mengenai wanita. Namun sayangnya, Ibu Kartini meninggalkan dunia di usia yng masih belia, 25 tahun. Sungguh menyedihkan.
Bisa dibayangkan, jika kondisi yang terjadi ada masa Ibu Kartini  masih tetap terjadi di era modern ini, mungkin wanita tidak akan bisa pergi kuliah, sekolah SMA atau bahkan mencicipi bagku SMP. Tidak akan ada wanita yang bisa duduk di meja parlemeter, menjadi anggota dewan atau bahkan menjadi seorang presiden.
Memang, tidak seharusnya wanita hanya diperlakukan dalam tiga tempat –kasur, sumur, dan dapur-, melainkan wanita juga memiliki hak yang sama dengan laki-laki untuk mengembangkan potensi yang ada dalam diri. Semoga tulisan ini bisa menggugah kaum peuda, khususnya kaum pemudi untuk senantiasa mengeksplorasi bakat dan potensi diri.
Selamat Hari Kartini. ingat! Jangan sia-siakan perjuangan dan pengorbanan Ibu Kartini. Mari berkarya bersama untuk bangsa kita tercinta, Indonesia.

The Standard of Living by Dorothy Parker

Written by Siti Lailatul Hajar (Bintang Sahara) on Rabu, 18 April 2012 at 09.35

Annabel and Midge came out of the tea room with the arrogant slow gait of the leisured, for their Saturday afternoon stretched ahead of them. They had lunched, as was their wont, on sugar, starches, oils, and butter-fats. Usually they ate sandwiches of spongy new white bread greased with butter and mayonnaise; they ate thick wedges of cake lying wet beneath ice cream and whipped cream and melted chocolate gritty with nuts. As alternates, they ate patties, sweating beads of inferior oil, containing bits of bland meat bogged in pale, stiffening sauce; they ate pastries, limber under rigid icing, filled with an indeterminate yellow sweet stuff, not still solid, not yet liquid, like salve that has been left in the sun. They chose no other sort of food, nor did they consider it. And their skin was like the petals of wood anemones, and their bellies were as flat and their flanks as lean as those of young Indian braves.
Annabel and Midge had been best friends almost from the day that Midge had found a job as stenographer with the firm that employed Annabel. By now, Annabel, two years longer in the stenographic department, had worked up to the wages of eighteen dollars and fifty cents a week; Midge was still at sixteen dollars. Each girl lived at home with her family and paid half her salary to its support.
The girls sat side by side at their desks, they lunched together every noon; together they set out for home at the end of the day’s work. Many of their evenings and most of their Sundays were passed in each other’s company. Often they were joined by two young men, but there was no steadiness to any such quartet; the two young men would give place, unlamented, to two other young men, and lament would have been inappropriate, really, since the newcomers were scarcely distinguishable from their predecessors. Invariably the girls spent the fine idle hours of their hot-weather Saturday afternoons together. Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship.
They looked alike, though the resemblance did not lie in their features. It was in the shape of their bodies, their movements, their style, and their adornments. Annabel and Midge did, and completely, all that young office workers are besought not to do. They painted their lips and their nails, they darkened their lashes and lightened their hair, and scent seemed to shimmer from them. They wore thin, bright dresses, tight over their breasts and high on their legs, and tilted slippers, fancifully strapped. They looked conspicuous and cheap and charming.
Now, as they walked across to Fifth Avenue with their skirts swirled by the hot wind, they received audible admiration. Young men grouped lethargically about newsstands awarded them murmurs, exclamations, even—the ultimate tribute—whistles. Annabel and Midge passed without the condescension of hurrying their pace; they held their heads higher and set their feet with exquisite precision, as if they stepped over the necks of peasants.
Always the girls went to walk on Fifth Avenue on their free afternoons, for it was the ideal ground for their favorite game. The game could be played anywhere, and indeed, was, but the great shop windows stimulated the two players to their best form.
Annabel had invented the game; or rather she had evolved it from an old one. Basically, it was no more than the ancient sport of what-would-you-do-if-you-had-a-million-dollars? But Annabel had drawn a new set of rules for it, had narrowed it, pointed it, made it stricter. Like all games, it was the more absorbing for being more difficult.
Annabel’s version went like this: You must suppose that somebody dies and leaves you a million dollars, cool. But there is a condition to the bequest. It is stated in the will that you must spend every nickel of the money on yourself.
There lay the hazard of the game. If, when playing it, you forgot and listed among your expenditures the rental of a new apartment for your family, for example, you lost your turn to the other player. It was astonishing how many—and some of them among the experts, too—would forfeit all their innings by such slips.
It was essential, of course, that it be played in passionate seriousness. Each purchase must be carefully considered and, if necessary, supported by argument. There was no zest to playing it wildly. Once Annabel had introduced the game to Sylvia, another girl who worked in the office. She explained the rules to Sylvia and then offered her the gambit. “What would be the first thing you’d do?” Sylvia had not shown the decency of even a second of hesitation. “Well,” she said, “the first thing I’d do, I’d go out and hire somebody to shoot Mrs. Gary Cooper, and then . . .” So it is to be seen that she was no fun.
But Annabel and Midge were surely born to be comrades, for Midge played the game like a master from the moment she learned it. It was she who added the touches that made the whole thing cozier. According to Midge’s innovations, the eccentric who died and left you the money was not anybody you loved, or, for the matter of that, anybody you even knew. It was somebody who had seen you somewhere and had thought, “That girl ought to have lots of nice things. I’m going to leave her a million dollars when I die.” And the death was to be neither untimely nor painful. Your benefactor, full of years and comfortably ready to depart, was to slip softly away during sleep and go right to heaven. These embroideries permitted Annabel and Midge to play their game in the luxury of peaceful consciences.
Midge played with a seriousness that was not only proper but extreme. The single strain on the girls’ friendship had followed an announcement once made by Annabel that the first thing she would buy with her million dollars would be a silver-fox coat. It was as if she had struck Midge across the mouth. When Midge recovered her breath, she cried that she couldn’t imagine how Annabel could do such a thing—silver-fox coats were so common! Annabel defended her taste with the retort that they were not common, either. Midge then said that they were so. She added that everybody had a silver-fox coat. She went on, with perhaps a slight toss of head, to declare that she herself wouldn’t be caught dead in silver fox.
For the next few days, though the girls saw each other as constantly, their conversation was careful and infrequent, and they did not once play their game. Then one morning, as soon as Annabel entered the office, she came to Midge and said she had changed her mind. She would not buy a silver-fox coat with any part of her million dollars. Immediately on receiving the legacy, she would select a coat of mink.
Midge smiled and her eyes shone. “I think,” she said, “you’re doing absolutely the right thing.”
Now, as they walked along Fifth Avenue, they played the game anew. It was one of those days with which September is repeatedly cursed; hot and glaring, with slivers of dust in the wind. People drooped and shambled, but the girls carried themselves tall and walked a straight line, as befitted young heiresses on their afternoon promenade. There was no longer need for them to start the game at its formal opening. Annabel went direct to the heart of it.
“All right,” she said. “So you’ve got this million dollars. So what would be the first thing you’d do?”
“Well, the first thing I’d do,” Midge said, “I’d get a mink coat.” But she said it mechanically, as if she were giving the memorized answer to an expected question.
“Yes,” Annabel said. “I think you ought to. The terribly dark kind of mink.” But she, too, spoke as if by rote. It was too hot; fur, no matter how dark and sleek and supple, was horrid to the thoughts.
They stepped along in silence for a while. Then Midge’s eye was caught by a shop window. Cool, lovely gleamings were there set off by chaste and elegant darkness.
“No,” Midge said, “I take it back. I wouldn’t get a mink coat the first thing. Know what I’d do? I’d get a string of pearls. Real pearls.”
Annabel’s eyes turned to follow Midge’s.
“Yes,” she said, slowly. “I think that’s a kind of a good idea. And it would make sense, too. Because you can wear pearls with anything.” Together they went over to the shop window and stood pressed against it. It contained but one object-a double row of great, even pearls clasped by a deep emerald around a little pink velvet throat.
“What do you suppose they cost?” Annabel said.
“Gee, I don’t know,” Midge said. “Plenty, I guess.”
“Like a thousand dollars?” Annabel said.
“Oh, I guess like more,” Midge said. “On account of the emerald.”
“Well, like ten thousand dollars?” Annabel said.
“Gee, I wouldn’t even know,” Midge said.
The devil nudged Annabel in the ribs. “Dare you to go in and price them,” she said.
“Like fun!” Midge said.
“Dare you,” Annabel said.
“Why, a store like this wouldn’t even be open this afternoon,” Midge said.
“Yes, it is so, too,” Annabel said. “People just came out. And there’s a doorman on. Dare you.”
“Well,” Midge said. “But you’ve got to come too.”
They tendered thanks, icily, to the doorman for ushering them into the shop. It was cool and quiet, a broad, gracious room with paneled walls and soft carpet. But the girls wore expressions of bitter disdain, as if they stood in a sty.
A slim, immaculate clerk came to them and bowed. His neat face showed no astonishment at their appearance.
“Good afternoon,” he said. He implied that he would never forget it if they would grant him the favor of accepting his soft-spoken greeting.
“Good afternoon,” Annabel and Midge said together, and in like freezing accents.
“Is there something—?” the clerk said.
“Oh, we’re just looking,” Annabel said. It was as if she flung the words down from a dais.
The clerk bowed.
“My friend and myself merely happened to be passing,” Midge said, and stopped, seeming to listen to the phrase. “My friend here and myself,” she went on, “merely happened to be wondering how much are those pearls you’ve got in your window.”
“Ah, yes,” the clerk said. “The double rope. That is two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, Madam.”
“I see,” Midge said.
The clerk bowed. “An exceptionally beautiful necklace,” he said. “Would you care to look at it?”
“No, thank you,” Annabel said.
“My friend and myself merely happened to be passing,” Midge said.
They turned to go; to go, from their manner, where the tumbrel awaited them. The clerk sprang ahead and opened the door. He bowed as they swept by him.
The girls went on along the Avenue and disdain was still on their faces.
“Honestly!” Annabel said. “Can you imagine a thing like that?”
“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” Midge said. “That’s a quarter of a million dollars right there!”
“He’s got his nerve!” Annabel said.
They walked on. Slowly the disdain went, slowly and completely as if drained from them, and with it went the regal carriage and tread. Their shoulders dropped and they dragged their feet; they bumped against each other, without notice or apology, and caromed away again. They were silent and their eyes were cloudy.
Suddenly Midge straightened her back, flung her head high, and spoke, clear and strong.
“Listen, Annabel,” she said. “Look. Suppose there was this terribly rich person, see? You don’t know this person, but this person has seen you somewhere and wants to do something for you. Well, it’s a terribly old person, see? And so this person dies, just like going to sleep, and leaves you ten million dollars. Now, what would be the first thing you’d do?

Analysis on “The Standard of Living” Short Story

Written by Siti Lailatul Hajar (Bintang Sahara) on at 09.34

A.    Character
There are six characters. They are Annabel and Midge as the major/ main characters. The others are Sylvia, young men, the doorman, and the clerk as minor characters.
Annabel and Midge have almost same character. You can see by the way of their looking and attitude. They are arrogant, charming, interesting, and having dream to be rich people. Although they look same, Annabel is a round character. So, it can make the readers surprise what Annabel act. Annabel is an antagonist character who against Midge style. She will buy a silver-fox coat that not appropriate for stylish people.
Midge is protagonist character. She is also a flat character. She defenses her style and tries to look more stylish. She never changed her character. She is the main character with Annabel. They make the story develops.
Sylvia is her office friend in the stenographic department. She against Annabel. I think  Sylvia as the representative of most people that playing those game is not good. It just spends over the time. So that, Sylvia not acceptable Annabel’s offering.
The doorman and the clerk are minor protagonist flat characters. They agree if Annabel and Midge have a luxury life, so they can spend their money to buy pearl in their shop. Besides, they do not change their attitude.
Young men are minor, antagonist, flat characters because they disturbed the main character and they never change be a good people.
The author uses mimese characters. In my opinion, the author wants to inform how life is. I think the author wants to reflect  the condition of the society in her short story that every one wants to have a luxurious life.




The doorman

Young men

The clerk

B.     plot
Plot is the careful arrangement by an author of incidents in a narrative to achieve a desired effect.
                  2. Climax                                       6. Climax
                        3.  Falling action                                
1. Rising action                       5. Rising action           7. Falling action
Exposition                       4. Resolution                                   8. No resolution
There is not only one conflict. The first is when Annabel and Midge against with their friends in the office. They besought to them to not to do. Then, when Annabel has different appetite. The resolution is by changing Annabel’s mind not to buy a silver-fox coat, but buy a coat of mink. In my opinion, the most important conflict is how they should face their life. They should not imagine what it can not reach. In this story, there is no revolution. I don’t know whether Annabel and Midge will continue their game or not or may be they will be success people and can reach their dream to live luxury.
this short story has these elements to support and develop the story itself, they are:
1.      Plausibility
For example, it is logic that the young men murmurs to the Annabel and Midge because of their appearance make people enthusiasm and want to see more and more.
2.      Suspense
For instance, when Sylvia comes out, there is no sequel. It make reader wants to know what will happen.
3.      Unity
In every word, elements, events are support each other. From the author told the appetite and attitude of Annabel and Midge, for example, have a purpose to give picture out to the reader and it has continuity.
4.      Surprise
One of example that it has surprise is the act of Annabel. Maybe, the reader does not know that the desire of Annabel is not as well as her appearance.

The author tells the story in chronological order because the events unfold in precisely the order in which they occurred. There is no events happened in the past time.

C.     Conflict
Based on my opinion, in this short story has three conflicts, they are:
1.      Person vs Person
Have a look when Annabel has different favourite things with Midge. They became a rival in a few days. They don’t play their game anymore and make a conversation more careful and infrequent.
2.      Person vs society
Do you see when Annabel and Midge are not acceptable on their society because of their style and adornment. Their style is not appropriate. I think that style is appropriate for rich people who has a good salary, whether Annabel and Midge are worker that only get sixteen dollars up to eighteen dollars.
3.      Person vs fate
Annabel and Midge refuses their fate as poor people. They just want to make their life worth by getting whatever they want. They force their life to be a rich people. Finally, they make game as if they are rich people. The game is what-would-you-do-if-you-had-a-million-dollars? Actually, they should save their money, not gone on a tire of money.

D.    Point of view
The author uses third person point of view in limited omniscient. In my belief, the author does not know all of the character in this story. She just focus on major character, Annabel and Midge. They let the minor character showing the character from the dialogue and action.

E.     Setting
Place : Fifth Avenue, Office, shop window
Time : Saturday afternoon, September, noon
Weather : hot and glaring

F.      Characterization
The author uses mixing, between showing and telling method. For example, sometimes the author directly shows the characteristics of the character. Such as : They looked conspicuous and cheap and charming. Sometimes, the author let the readers guess how the characteristic of the characters are by action and dialogue. For example:
Dare you,” Annabel said.
“Why, a store like this wouldn’t even be open this afternoon,” Midge said.
“Yes, it is so, too,” Annabel said. “People just came out. And there’s a doorman on. Dare you.”
“Well,” Midge said. “But you’ve got to come too.”
From this dialogue, I can guess that Annabel likes to give challenge. Midge likes challenge, but not enough brave.

By: Siti Lailatul Hajar, a student in English Department


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