Monday, May 30, 2011

99% of my life is over until Wednesday

Photo thanks to This is Glamorous
In case you do not get my sense of humour: statistic exam time! I'm sure I'll use 0% of what I learn in the rest of my life. Wish me luck & see you Wednesday!

Much love!

Pssssst: I'll still be tweeting, because I have no concentration span.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Embracing Monday

I've never had a post where more people have emailed me than commented on it. 


There was the classic person who said I didn't like SlutWalk and was looking for an excuse to slander it (um, no. Read it?) There were a few people who said they didn't like to talk about negative words in "internet public" because there was so much awkwardness surrounding them. And finally, a tragic number of people emailed me stories about times they had been called a slut themselves, and how that made them feel. Some of them reported that SlutWalk helps them make up for that humiliating experience. A few commented on how slut wasn't the only word, and how they wished the walk was focused on something broader than sexuality. Some stories made me very sad, and a select few made me incredibly happy because they featured clever retorts & zingers & nonchalance & coolness. 
Regardless, I hope to ask permission and share them with you soon.

Also, did you notice this place looks a little different? It could sure use some fine tuning when I get a minute, but I do really love the colours. Leave me feed back and let me know what you admire or are flat out disgusted by so I can clean it up before I commit to anything. 
& now, what you came here for!

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-Did you mess up BAAAAD? Do you suck at heartfelt things? Well, this wouldn't cut it for me, but give it a try!

-If you can't change 'em, join 'em? Well no, but maybe rub it in their faces.

-She whips my love of excessive amounts of commas into shape all while looking charming. Swoon!

-"Lombardi had donated $1,100 to Family Radio in recent months to help the organization purchase thousands of billboards and other ads throughout the country, but said he doesn't expect any of his money back.

"What can you do?" he said. "I don't think they were scamming me, but I am definitely waiting to see what they say Monday on the radio show."

"It's not [Camping's] fault," said Ramsey, who added he also won't ask for his money back. "Nobody held a gun to my head. I read the Bible. The math added up. I don't think anybody would do something like this without meaning it.""

-It's a cat with a camera. Of COURSE it's here!

-Makes my workouts intense & gives me a feeling of excitedness and adventure.

-I really love the concept of pay what you can typography.

-I don't know if I would ever actually plan a vacation around going to Baltimore, but if I ever had to on business or was around the area, I think I'd be pumped.

-People get away with things because a lot of people don't understand numbers. This American Life clears some up for you.

-Non Canadians: you probably didn't hear, but something really interesting happened in our country. Canada elects MPs to represent us in parliament, and whoever has the most MPs wins. I put that in very simple terms, but now you understand, right? Anyways, sometimes people like a leader so much that something like this happens. It is all over the papers here. I am divided on how I feel, but I have to state that in a democracy, the people who vote are never wrong until they admit they were by voting someone else.


- Some things I did not know, but aim to know now.

-A space to watch: the amazingly styled Betsey is going on an amazing journey to Bulgaria. Of course, I will be checking up on her evvvvveeeery day.

-I finally got the chance to read Matchbook No. 4, and all I can say is it never disapoints.

-& finally, a huge arm wrapped around the excellent Paper Garland that belongs to stylish cool girl and all around extraordinary Paloma. I need to fill out the survey, & you all need to become regular readers so you can too! There is no one quite like her.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Wikipedia Search: Sluts, and what we can learn from the N word

Warning to all my charming preteen readers: I appreciate you so much, but keep in mind this post has some words that could be very hurtful. Please keep in mind tact when (and if!) you ever feel it is truly necessary to use them. To everyone else, I hope someone has taught you what I just told the preteens. 
Key message: This post has bad words.

The SlutWalk protests actually originated in Canada. Knowing that something so glaring and glorious came from my mass of land makes me prouder than anything even if I am about to discuss shame. SlutWalk is creative and original response to completely inappropriate comments made (by a member of the police force, no less) that implied a way to avoid rape was to wear clothing that was less provocative. SlutWalk is from radical feminists to liberal feminists joining together to agree that something must be done to take a stand against the rape culture that has become acceptable in our society; it is important to teach people not to rape instead of teaching how not to be raped. SlutWalk is important, and SlutWalk is great.

But I am not a slut.

On the census I'm counted as a 'woman', and I go to a school where I am part of the roughly 60% that is 'female.' As both of those things, I possess rights. 'Sluts' do not have rights in Canada. Women who are slutty do, if we really want to make the argument. If you MUST use the word, I suppose it could be an adjective. Why on Earth would we reduce ourselves to a label that does not even possess rights? We are fighting for equal rights, right? Women's rights? So where does this 'slut' come from?

Oh RIGHT! We're reclaiming it. As WOMEN, SLUT is OUR word. We're taking away the shame. We're bringing it back! While we are at it, I'm going to sigh as say, "Radical."

Reclaiming words will make them have less of a meaning and then there will be less shame in being called a slut and then all women will be happy an empowered and no one will be raped, right? 'Reclaiming' is so DIY, so something you'd see at Urban Outfitters. Reclaiming words is so hip. Now, let's see how reclaiming words has worked for African Americans.

.. Oh. Oh gosh. If Oprah Winfrey is debating it on her show then the case hasn't been closed.
Would you go up to anyone, not even just a black person, but anyone and use this word nowadays? Searching Youtube tells me that a lot of people would, but that is not looking someone in the eye. That is not around someone you respect. The 'rights' to it belong to people who are not me. Apparently, as a female, slut is my word that I get to decide if it hurts me or not or if everyone can say it or if only women can. Hurray. I just can't wait to hold this responsibility. Can you hear the enthusiam in my voice.

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Now, let's clear something up. This word and slut are not comparable. The words do not have the same social connotation or level of social acceptability. The words do not share a same history. Although I will not say that one hurt has caused more hurt than the other, I know that when I hear one I feel weird, and the other I roll my eyes. You cannot compare the two, but if we are to re-appropriate the word slut, then maybe we should ask other groups who have tried to do the same. You know, value their opinion. Listen to their successes. Learn from their failures. 

Are we really trying to reteach what the word slut means? Or do we know that we are subjected to a largely cold and uncaring media that labels feminists as unattractive and uncouth? Is the word slut about reinvention and victory or about media attention? Do we simply know that the word Woman Walk just won't stick? That no one will care? Is 'slut' a way to bring attention back to our cause? Or do we really want to walk down the street yelling "Jessie, you slut, I haven't seen you in ages!"

Maybe some people do.

Maybe at 21 I'm old and silly. Maybe I have lost the vision. Maybe I am barking at kids these days who are older than me. Maybe my more reserved side is coming out.

But this I know for sure:

In my  21 years, words have come and words have gone. Regardless of the origins and whether they stemmed from 1800s English or 1960s stoner culture, insults phase in and out with what's vogue. If slut becomes the norm, something else will hurt.

Let's stand as women. Let's raise girls to be stronger than ANY words. Let's build self esteem by calling girls smart instead of calling them sluts. Let's pressure for more programs for rape victims. Let's teach our sons and daughters that there is no shame, in sexuality or a lack of things that are sexual. Let's raise people out of poverty or ignorance or downright evil; whatever it is that makes some people think that sexual assault is excusable. Let's show no mercy for those who have no excuse. There is no excuse.

There is no excuse. 

SlutWalk, your word makes me grate my teeth but I still think you're great. Thank goodness people care. Thank goodness people noticed. Thank goodness attention is drawn. I support you. I don't understand all of what you are preaching, but I have admitted my uncomfortable biases. I am not discouraging you, 'sluts.' (Can I call you that?) I am simply reminding you that there is a whole demographic of people you are trying to represent that you are leaving on the sidelines. We are called women. Some of us will be your greatest ally.

It was women who secured the right to vote, not sluts.

I still love what you do! I WILL show up when the walk is in Halifax. I will be covered, but I will admire the boots and fishnets. I will defend you, I will say amazing things about you to the local media. I will walk the walk and talk the talk and cry for the awful things that people say when they are trying to discourage us.

But don't you dare call me a slut. Really. I'll kick you in the heels.
Because I'm a bitch.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Embracing Mondays


 This rainy, blustery morning I darted to catch the bus and ended up tripping my way onto my knees. As I pawed at the departing bus that I absolutely definitely no way could not make it onto had to be on (resembling, I think, a zombie rising from the dead: waving my hands in the air while my legs wouldn't work) a couple pulled over to the side of the rode and insisted I get in. Although common sense about safety and not being dragged off to underground dungeons crossed my mind, I decided not to be so cynical and got in. Besides, if I didn't get to stats class (9 am, 4 hours, every week day) then I had no reason to live anyways, right?

For five minutes I listened to glorious South American rap music that I sadly did not get the name of and laughed and chatted with Freddie and Janica about how yes, there is too much rain in Halifax and yes, the bus can be so frustrating and thank you I'm glad you like my rain coat. Do you want it Janica? Because I almost gave it to her, I was so grateful. They pulled in front of the bus at the next stop, forcing it to stay put, and I ran on delighted. 

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Amid early morning stats classes (mentioned above, bleh) and only small amounts of internet in Bermuda, my web lurking has been at an all time low, but I LOVE Mondays and I LOVE you guys so I thought a few old links might be better to share than nothing at all, no? And if you have more, you can send them my way, and I will ad them! Please do and be lovely!

I don't know what to say, and I don't know how to feel, but maybe you do. I believe everyone should have control over their own lives. I also love (and loved) both my grandmothers. / I'm getting the grizzly stuff out of the way early on this morning! Ever wonder what a serial killer's favourite meal is? ... But no beans./ History lesson! Sarah E. Goode was awesome, powerful, remarkable, and interesting. For everyone still in grade school, now you have your subject for Black History Month 10 months early. You overachiever you!/ Continuing on the remarkable female front, I have spoken about how excellent Ingrid Bergman was before, but now someone else has in a much more hilarious way. / The best gifts make you laugh and cry... at the same time. / I love isms! I find them hilarious and interesting, but also amazing how many there are. Now you won't confuse them./ I love end of week wrap ups, and although they are completely different, two of my favourites are Nubby's and Emily's. Maybe it's because they're so different./ Studying for the kitty I plan to acquire ASAP./ Now, if only everything I made each day was that cool...

& here's some easy simple inspiration for making things and sunnier days, found thanks to Gala and Nicole!
-A floral headpiece for when the dreariness that is Halifax Weather wouldn't blow it away.
-I wish I had thought of this before I left for Bermuda.