Saturday, July 25, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
I'm not an angry type.
I am concerned for the feminists of today.
The general message that women and men have worked towards in understanding equality hasnt been lost, nor forgotten but manipulated by current standards. Standards that have been created by all classes throughout history.
The people who have made it possible for men and women to work together, to get paid similar if not equal wages (in some fields), and who have made it possible for women today to acquire jobs that in other years they couldn’t have dreamed of.
All these accomplishments aren’t what I am going on about.
There is more.
I for one am not one of the women who have made it possible for women like myself to be viewed as equal. If anything I am the exception.
I continue to do all the things that women 200 years ago used to do.
Women are women and men are men. But that would be a terrifically boring topic.
Sure i have a somewhat educated rhetoric, well read, multilingual and a good conversationalist, am proficient in drawing, music, and can hold my own in the kitchen. Some men would congratulate me on being an old-fashioned, “good” woman.
The paradox however is evident! I am not a woman of the 1800s! I have learned from history; the thought that women are mere caretakers is an absolute unrealistic understanding of where women stand today. We are well read in the works of enormously celebrated feminist authors, and it is ignorant to believe that women today haven’t taken the pains and work of these previously successful women into, what we believe a common standard - often taken for granted to say the least.
It is naïve to truly believe that a woman of that time still exists today; it is to undermine the work of historical women who have taken it upon themselves to be the exception to the role.
The rule.
In itself it is meant to be broken, and if a role has ever been anything but a rule posted strictly by the role women have chosen, than it is nothing but a misconception. Women today choose to ignore their obligation. Perhaps we have been given too much choice. Historically, (if given by choice or by nature), women have been the caretakers, not to say of course that men would be better at the “job” but merely to say that women don’t have to be. It is not an obligation, and today it is a choice.
I do not mean to sound "over western" in all this going on about feminist this and feminists that.
But it is my reality.
Again this paradox!
Diderot wrote of the paradox of the comedian; today perhaps we can adopt his phrasing- it is the Paradox of the role of Women. I am not the first to speak of the contrived understanding that women are faced with the difficult task of choosing their passion over their family or vice versa. I’m not saying either that it is an easy decision to make; rather, I am exploiting the idea that there are men who desire a woman with ridiculous historically forced priorities that for some women are by no means natural. To the point, of course, that a woman is faced with enormous guilt and even scrutinized at the mention of not wanting children, a family, a "good" man, etc. etc. etc.
What a disillusionment to say that women are either here or there. That they are either whores or mothers! But we are still considered in such terms! What a ridiculous man he is to believe that these are our only two options when man has proven himself capable of both for centuries!
What woman is not tired of such comparisons? We must abolish these misconceptions! She is not a whore! But perhaps she is not a mother either! All women are caretakers in the same respect that all men are hard working! What about those lazy bastards?! Who choose not to work, who choose to take the money from his wife?
Today, the term is still used “ Equality of man”. Just yesterday a guy came over to me and asked "would you like to petition for the gay marriage movement? We are working towards a higher equality of man".
Please and no thank you, at least not on those terms.
How can a woman begin to respect a man when men don’t respect each other?
It is not to say that it is the end. Hell no. We are just beginning. There are no longer books for men, nor are there books strictly for women. There are merely the well and the poorly read. Women read books “for” men, when will men begin to read books “for” women? We read it all don’t we ladies? Much of our pre 1800s literature was written by men, or at least published by them, were they not? Surely Mary Shelley was not the first woman to write a novel that would interest all sexes.
I will not accept that a mans horizon ends so prematurely.
The general message that women and men have worked towards in understanding equality hasnt been lost, nor forgotten but manipulated by current standards. Standards that have been created by all classes throughout history.
The people who have made it possible for men and women to work together, to get paid similar if not equal wages (in some fields), and who have made it possible for women today to acquire jobs that in other years they couldn’t have dreamed of.
All these accomplishments aren’t what I am going on about.
There is more.
I for one am not one of the women who have made it possible for women like myself to be viewed as equal. If anything I am the exception.
I continue to do all the things that women 200 years ago used to do.
Women are women and men are men. But that would be a terrifically boring topic.
Sure i have a somewhat educated rhetoric, well read, multilingual and a good conversationalist, am proficient in drawing, music, and can hold my own in the kitchen. Some men would congratulate me on being an old-fashioned, “good” woman.
The paradox however is evident! I am not a woman of the 1800s! I have learned from history; the thought that women are mere caretakers is an absolute unrealistic understanding of where women stand today. We are well read in the works of enormously celebrated feminist authors, and it is ignorant to believe that women today haven’t taken the pains and work of these previously successful women into, what we believe a common standard - often taken for granted to say the least.
It is naïve to truly believe that a woman of that time still exists today; it is to undermine the work of historical women who have taken it upon themselves to be the exception to the role.
The rule.
In itself it is meant to be broken, and if a role has ever been anything but a rule posted strictly by the role women have chosen, than it is nothing but a misconception. Women today choose to ignore their obligation. Perhaps we have been given too much choice. Historically, (if given by choice or by nature), women have been the caretakers, not to say of course that men would be better at the “job” but merely to say that women don’t have to be. It is not an obligation, and today it is a choice.
I do not mean to sound "over western" in all this going on about feminist this and feminists that.
But it is my reality.
Again this paradox!
Diderot wrote of the paradox of the comedian; today perhaps we can adopt his phrasing- it is the Paradox of the role of Women. I am not the first to speak of the contrived understanding that women are faced with the difficult task of choosing their passion over their family or vice versa. I’m not saying either that it is an easy decision to make; rather, I am exploiting the idea that there are men who desire a woman with ridiculous historically forced priorities that for some women are by no means natural. To the point, of course, that a woman is faced with enormous guilt and even scrutinized at the mention of not wanting children, a family, a "good" man, etc. etc. etc.
What a disillusionment to say that women are either here or there. That they are either whores or mothers! But we are still considered in such terms! What a ridiculous man he is to believe that these are our only two options when man has proven himself capable of both for centuries!
What woman is not tired of such comparisons? We must abolish these misconceptions! She is not a whore! But perhaps she is not a mother either! All women are caretakers in the same respect that all men are hard working! What about those lazy bastards?! Who choose not to work, who choose to take the money from his wife?
Today, the term is still used “ Equality of man”. Just yesterday a guy came over to me and asked "would you like to petition for the gay marriage movement? We are working towards a higher equality of man".
Please and no thank you, at least not on those terms.
How can a woman begin to respect a man when men don’t respect each other?
It is not to say that it is the end. Hell no. We are just beginning. There are no longer books for men, nor are there books strictly for women. There are merely the well and the poorly read. Women read books “for” men, when will men begin to read books “for” women? We read it all don’t we ladies? Much of our pre 1800s literature was written by men, or at least published by them, were they not? Surely Mary Shelley was not the first woman to write a novel that would interest all sexes.
I will not accept that a mans horizon ends so prematurely.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
STAMPS ARE FUN!!!
I went stamp crazy today!
I made one for PandaRunner and of course, i had to give Camille the same attention!!!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tumble dry
There is the tumbleweed
which gathers at its seams
the dust and particles from the wind
and from the path it sees.
It roasts beneath the sun
and crumbles from the rain
and as it passes floaters by
it finds the richest seas.
The deserts waves and dunes
that fold into themselves
capture the weeds in its billowy comforter.
It skips and pops and rolls
down the unpaved roads of sand
and the forgotten caress of winds
which long since have passed.
Cry out to me oh tumbleweed
dont leave me out and dry
like your skeletal frame!
id love to wrap you in my arms and sooth your coarse sad bristles.
the weeds once soft fresh from the ground
have they frightened you so?
how the warmth caused you to grow
such salt.
which gathers at its seams
the dust and particles from the wind
and from the path it sees.
It roasts beneath the sun
and crumbles from the rain
and as it passes floaters by
it finds the richest seas.
The deserts waves and dunes
that fold into themselves
capture the weeds in its billowy comforter.
It skips and pops and rolls
down the unpaved roads of sand
and the forgotten caress of winds
which long since have passed.
Cry out to me oh tumbleweed
dont leave me out and dry
like your skeletal frame!
id love to wrap you in my arms and sooth your coarse sad bristles.
the weeds once soft fresh from the ground
have they frightened you so?
how the warmth caused you to grow
such salt.
An unanswered truth
lies behind the ears
and lingers with fear.
Forget me! she shouts
as she runs to the darkest corner of her cove.
She dives in and glides behind a veil of naive sensitivity.
The same as that of an innocent child.
she does not know what it is she has done
when love was most fervent and
as herbaceous as fresh mint.
lies behind the ears
and lingers with fear.
Forget me! she shouts
as she runs to the darkest corner of her cove.
She dives in and glides behind a veil of naive sensitivity.
The same as that of an innocent child.
she does not know what it is she has done
when love was most fervent and
as herbaceous as fresh mint.
a jungle
Lunacy and fear exploding with laughter from a deep and forbidden affaire of love.
i think that makes sense.
if it doesnt let me know.
xoxox
Abi , Magician of camille-like 'ships.
i think that makes sense.
if it doesnt let me know.
xoxox
Abi , Magician of camille-like 'ships.
a reminder
Ciranda cirandinha
Vamos todos cirandar
Vamos dar a meia volta
Volta e meia vamos dar
O anel que tu me deste
Era vidro e se quebrou
O amor que tu me tinhas
Era pouco e se acabou
also note- heart of glass, blondie.
Vamos todos cirandar
Vamos dar a meia volta
Volta e meia vamos dar
O anel que tu me deste
Era vidro e se quebrou
O amor que tu me tinhas
Era pouco e se acabou
also note- heart of glass, blondie.
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