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June162013
June152013
The Everyday Sexism Project started out as a simple website where women (and men) could record their daily experiences of sexism, from the ‘minor’, niggling incidents like wolf whistles, to sexual assault and even rape. In a world in which 1 in 3 women will be raped or beaten in her lifetime and only around 13% of countries have female leaders, sexism is nonetheless frequently dismissed as something that is ‘no longer an issue’. The Everyday Sexism Project aims to change that through consciousness raising, making the sheer scale of the problem clear for all to see and igniting cultural change to end it.
Since its launch in April 2012, the project has amassed more than 30,000 women’s stories From all over the world and expanded to 16 countries worldwide. Women of all ages, races, ethnicities, and sexual orientations have added their voices - disabled and non-disabled, religious and non-religious, employed and unemployed. A 5-year old girl asked to be turned into a boy so she could go into space. A 7-year old disabled girl in a wheelchair and a 74-year old woman in a mobility scooter recorded almost identical experiences of shouted abuse about ‘female drivers.’
And again and again, over and over, when women try to speak out about what is happening, they are told that they are ‘overreacting’, or ‘uptight’ - that they need to learn to ‘take a compliment’.
But something extraordinary started to happen. As word of the project spread and hit the national press around the world, from the Times of India to French Glamour to Grazia South Africa, women started writing in to say it have given them strength. Strength to realise they no longer had to accept harassment. That they had the right to say no. That they could report assault and demand that the police take it seriously. That they could talk to their families for the first time about having been raped.
May222013
Alias: Lenore: Go Gently About Your Love
There are days you are impossible
to comfort. The days I find you kissing
your knees, I know to distance myself
from you however much it turns
my heart to orange pulp.On these days, I use my indoor voice.
I draw you baths of lavender,
leave you letters in the steam of mirrors,
tell…
May192013
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
Submitted by theforestofvarricschest.
Does anyone say these words and truly mean them, though?
May172013
shaayad
The past few days have been some of the most painful for me. The depression is back, full force. I wake up wondering why I’m still alive. If I’m not forcing myself to be in class or lab, I’m sleeping to try to forget how miserable I am, or crying so hard I feel sharp, acute pains in my chest. Worse, I’m isolated, alone. And all I want, the only thing I feel like could possibly comfort me, is to have S in my life again. It’s kind of pathetic that I haven’t been able to move on, especially when I’m the one who wanted to in the first place. But he’s the only one who has seen me at my absolute lowest points, reached down still to pull me up into his arms, and let me drench his shirt with tears and snot until I could stand again. I don’t know how he put up with me for so long. I wonder if he knows how much of my thoughts are still about him, how much I miss him — though I am, of course, remembering and missing the best parts of our relationship in my feeble attempt to stave off this emotional emptiness inside. But in my weak state, I would gladly take the hurt, the arguments, the fundamental disagreements if I could feel his strong, comforting hand again in mine. I suppose it’s good that he doesn’t know, it’s good that we don’t talk, because I might be interfering in his life, which, from a rare few words exchanged, seems to be going well. He’s traveling this summer — which I thought I would be, too, but probably won’t be anymore. It sounds like he made friends in his program — which I haven’t. Though that may have changed as of last night. I had it all planned out, you know? Once I failed myself, once it was confirmed in a couple weeks, I had a plan. A sad, miserable, but quiet ending. I wasn’t smiling anymore and the things that used to cheer me up no longer held any positive power over me. But by chance I went to L’s apartment and met her cute little son, her young husband, and her menagerie of pets. Though a bit chaotic, I saw it again, just a snippet — of what I used to yearn for so constantly: a family of my own. Mixed species, mixed cultures, in a household full of crazy yet undeniably a household full of love. I’m still mentally ready to go. That whole existential bit of me has mostly taken over. People will forgive and forget me. But maybe I’ll wait a little longer and give myself another painful chance to heal. Maybe Sam asked me that dreaded question — what’s wrong? — at just the right time. The worst time for me, but she made me feel better in a way and to an extent that I did not expect. Maybe my heart hasn’t completely necrosed after all. Maybe it’s still open to good things. Maybe I’ll live to see another year.
May122013
Lip Sync-Off with John Krasinski and Jimmy Fallon
11PM
Jimmy Kimmel vs. Ellen DeGeneres: Nice-Off
May92013
imbalance
i’ve been depressed, i guess severely. making up really sad haikus in my head about how broken, pathetic, and empty i am. burned out, sure. but it’s more than that, i think. so i hold too tightly and desperately onto the little hopes and little good things that i manage to grab in my frozen but sometimes oddly frenzied state. like that the new place i move into might actually be warm. that i might not have to clean up after my roommate every single day like i’m her mom but not have the guts to say anything because sometimes i am just like my mom — utterly spineless when it comes to issues of blame. that though i don’t have real friends here, at least some middle-aged administrative staff are looking out for me, for whatever reason. that my bosses seem to really like me and think i’m doing a good job. that although i am unfortunately becoming increasingly intolerant of being in lectures, i am a good worker in the “real” world…? i can’t ever seem to have enough true faith in myself. this is kind of stupid, but one of the movies that makes me smile and feel motivated is legally blonde (and hercules). no one thought she was smart enough, but she never gave up on herself. wish i could say the same. it’s not that i just feel like i’ve let everyone down — it’s that i definitely have let everyone down, including myself. it’s been another low month/semester/year for me, for a multitude of reasons. maybe it was all too much all at once. all that optimism and hope that i started out with… it’s funny to think of the contrast now. but here i am, not just alone but lonely, very sad but sometimes unfeeling,.. too depressed to function properly. and to think, a year ago precisely, how happy i was (i really need to focus less on the past; it’s a huge problem.). where will i be a year from now? heck, where will i be in a couple weeks / how many doors of opportunities will i have shut with my own betraying hand? how brave i foolishly thought i was, being the only person at orientation to stand on the side of the line indicating i wasn’t “afraid to fail.” i suppose it was and is true; i’m not afraid to fail. i’m not afraid of a lot of things people expect me to be fearful of (ugh, preposition). but it seems i had forgotten how much failure hurts. for someone who on the surface seems so conservative and quiet, i sure do take big risks. maybe too many.
April162013
Truthdigger of the Week: Stephane Hessel
Stephane Hessel, the French-German author of “Indignez-vous” who died in February at age 95, is a towering figure of 20th-century resistance and an example to those who hope to create the future. - 2013/04/14
March312013
“Take it Slow”
Aww… Too cute! :3 The last time I slow danced was… five years ago? :\
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