Yesterday Lisa from A Woman's Ecdysis sent me a call for submissions to an anthology she is editing, called Dear Sister: Letters to Survivors of Sexual Violence.
I encourage you all to submit and forward this call widely. As we know the prevailing silence around sexual assault, it is my hope and request that you take a moment to contribute to this outreach and forward this to any and all allies and survivors of sexual violence. If you know of any coalitions, agencies, shelters, or organizations, feel more than free to offer this to them.
This is a long time vision of mine to build something for survivors and, I hope, this is just the beginning of community healing and radical memoir.
I was in San Francisco last April, having dinner with an old friend
from college. His mother married, many years ago, a close business
partner of Rupert Murdoch. This had been, back in our school days, the cause of many
a sympathetic, slow shake of the head, because we liberal middle class
kids felt badly that he was only two degrees of separation from a man
we thought sucked in a big way. I asked him, not really remembering the
Murdoch connection, how his mother was doing. He smiled and said she
was fine, and then started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
husband was over at Fox News in New York last week and oh my God those
people are so dumb. They're all running around, talking about needing
to be conservative enough for Rupert, and guess what? Rupert doesn't
care what the fuck they say on TV."
He kept laughing through the
rest of his sentence, something to the effect of Fox News is so
right-wing because they think they're supposed to be right-wing, not
because they really want to be.
Hollywood has a well established history of ineptitude as it relates to balancing the wishes of fans with the desire for strong box office numbers. Producers would be wise to create entertainment, which privileges preservation of source material or genre conventions over profit concerns, as many of these films enjoy tremendous success at the box office. (Lord of the Rings, Twilight and Bourne film franchises are good examples.)
This summer, I'm reading lots of young adult literature. Re-visiting some of my favorites from high school, catching up on some of the gems I missed, and paging through what has been published since I reached adulthood. I invite you to do the same. Re-read an old favorite, or discover a new one. You don't need to be a teen, parent, teacher, or librarian to read YA Lit. All you need is an interest in how stories are being told to teenagers.
The week has come to a close, which only means one thing: it's time for another installment of On Our Radar! We're rounding up some of the most interesting things we read this week.
Canadian Teen Melodrama Degrassi: The Next Generation is adding a trans character to the cast. Jos Truitt of Feministing is optimistic for the potential of a "good learning opportunity".
On Colorlines, Julianne Hing writes on the stunningly ignorant makeup collaboration between MAC Cosmetics and high-fashion line Rodarte. The collection, inspired by the "etheral nature" of Juarez, Mexico, the world's deadliest city and a free-trade zone. Hing also includes the apology issued by both MAC and Rodarte, which promises to donate a portion of the proceeds to charity.
On the Ms. blog, Kim Voss stresses that the women's pages of 1950's and 1960's weren't just about fashion and homemaking- they often included progressive political and social issues that other newspaper sections never touched.
On Womanist Musings, Renee Martin takes a look at TLC'S child beauty pageant documentary series Toddlers & Tiaras exemplifies the "Euro-Centric standard of beauty" and its effect on girls of color.
My name is Katie, and I have a really terrible singing voice. I'll admit it. I'm not ashamed. This presents a huge problem, though, because I do love Karaoke a lot, am very, very, very easily embarrassed, and lack the stage presence that makes up for being a bad singer. It should be noted, too, that no amount of alcohol changes any of these factors (well, maybe the being embarrassed part). There is such a delicate art in picking a song for Karaoke, with plenty of trial and error (emphasis on error). I present to you, in no particular order, the songs that I am never going to attempt ever again at Karaoke. Ever. I swear. It's an important life lesson, really.
Too often, people worry that if they expose the truth about themselves, the other person won't like them or understand... so they hold the truth back until they're convinced the other person likes them enough that the reality of whatever they were convinced was unlikeable will pass by unnoticed. That's maybe not the best plan.