Archive for October, 2010

FOR EVERY GIRL WHO IS TIRED OF ACTING WEAK WHEN SHE IS STRONG, THERE IS A BOY TIRED OF APPEARING STRONG WHEN HE FEELS VULNERABLE.

FOR EVERY BOY WHO IS BURDENED WITH THE CONSTANT EXPECTATION OF KNOWING EVERYTHING, THERE IS A GIRL TIRED OF PEOPLE NOT TRUSTING HER INTELLIGENCE.

FOR EVERY GIRL WHO IS TIRED OF BEING CALLED OVER-SENSITIVE, THERE IS A BOY WHO FEARS TO BE GENTLE, TO WEEP.

FOR EVERY WOMAN WHO IS TIRED OF BEING A SEX OBJECT, THERE IS A MAN WHO MUST WORRY ABOUT HIS POTENCY.

FOR EVERY WOMAN WHO FEELS “TIED DOWN” BY HER CHILDREN, THERE IS A MAN WHO IS DENIED THE FULL PLEASURES OF SHARED PARENTHOOD.

FOR EVERY WOMAN WHO IS DENIED MEANINGFUL EMPLOYMENT OR EQUAL PAY, THERE IS A MAN WHO MUST BEAR FULL FINANCIAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR ANOTHER HUMAN BEING.

FOR EVERY BOY FOR WHOM COMPETITION IS THE ONLY WAY TO PROVE HIS MASCULINITY, THERE IS A GIRL WHO IS CALLED UNFEMININE WHEN SHE COMPETES.

FOR EVERY WOMAN WHO WAS NOT TAUGHT THE INTRICACIES OF AN AUTOMOBILE, THERE IS A MAN WHO WAS NOT TAUGHT THE SATISFACTIONS OF COOKING.

FOR EVERY GIRL WHO THROWS OUT HER E-Z-BAKE OVEN, THERE IS A BOY WHO WISHES TO FIND ONE.

FOR EVERY BOY WHO IS STRUGGLING NOT TO LET ADVERTISING DICTATE HIS DESIRES, THERE IS A GIRL FACING THE AD INDUSTRY’S ATTACK ON HER SELF-ESTEEM.

FOR EVERY GIRL WHO TAKES A STEP TOWARD HER LIBERATION, THERE IS A BOY WHO FINDS THE WAY TO FREEDOM A LITTLE EASIER.



Original poem can be found at:

http://www.workplacespirituality.info/ForEveryWoman.html

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I just wanted to take a minute and thank all of our soldiers, in all branches of the military, for their service and dedication. It takes so much to do what you do. At times it may seem like the hardest thing you’ve ever done. You might think it was a mistake. You might hate it. And that’s perfectly fine. But I just want you to know that no matter what happens in 2 years, or 6 months, or in 2 days, there are always people in your life who love you and care about you and will always be there for you. We support you in whatever decisions you make and will stand by you in the best and worst of times.

Secondly, I just want to say thank you to all my beautiful and amazing friends who have not only helped me when I felt sad and alone, but also wanted to point out how inspiring you are to me. The women in my life who have a husband, boyfriend, or significant other who is in the military, are so strong. You help me to have faith and keep going. Even though at the moment, my relationship is not as serious as yours, every little bit helps. It is so hard to be away from someone you really care about. No matter what happens with him and I in the coming days, I am so grateful that I have friends who are going through or have gone through similar situations, and I love and thank you for your support. You have no idea how much it helps to just talk it through with you girls.

To everyone who has a loved one, or significant other who is deployed, serving at a base across the country, or if you’re fortunate enough to have them home with you; stay strong and know that you’re not alone.

So today, I didn’t have class because my professor had some sort of ritual to go to…or maybe a doctor’s appointment? Whatever. So! this means I can sleep in, right? Wrong-o. I awoke for no reason at 6:32 am. Awesome lol. So I organized my bookshelves, picked out another two books to read for the next 2 weeks of my relentlessly stimulating, yet exhausting life; and then made toast. (I just recently discovered Italian bread and its amazingg! This toast is my new best friend. For real, it makes me smile when I open the bread bin each morning because I know in 2.5 minutes I will be having crisp deliciousness in my mouth.) Okay moving on…

So, I really need to get my shit together on Mondays. I never have my shit together on Mondays; and the occasional Thursday…? Hmm what do you suppose that’s all about? Anyway, so I did 45 minutes of yoga. Pretty good sesh but could have been better.

Last night I made a post-it note of all the errands I had to run today. It helps me tremendously to write all my random thoughts on scrap pieces of paper which are all over my room at the moment (it’s been a rough few weeks) lol. So, by creating my 47th digital post-it note, I had captured a wild idea that I’m going to bed, and when I wake up–“I’m going to have a productive Monday! Yes! Do the damn thing girl!” (I don’t really talk to myself, but I’m trying to make this all crystal clear–how’s that working out so far? Um, probably fail. Let’s keep going shall we?

K. So I’m all ready to run my errands, got my purse, found my other shoe, pieced together all the different keys on my keychain–one big happy family again. (Last week I decided to switch it up and carried around a clutch everywhere, therefore I removed each of my most valuable keys so they would fit–and then lost them all somewhere in the abyss of my humble dwelling, like 3 days later. Nevertheless, BACK TO FAMILY KEY CHAIN. ugh) So I wave goodbye to the dogs while accidentally stabbing myself in the eye with my sunglasses because apparently I can’t walk down a staircase and put them on at the same time. Really? Ouch.

Follow along…

I go out to my car, put the key in the ignition, find some decent rock on the radio (although rock wouldn’t be rock if it was decent…you know what I mean); and then I proceed to back out of the driveway which is pretty much a 10 minute drive ’cause it’s built like the frickin’ yellow brick road. Are we there yet? Ummm so left or right? Better question…where am I going?

10 minutes later: PULL BACK INTO THE DRIVEWAY. Park. Leave the keys in the car because I’m coming right back. Get to the front door, which of course I locked 5 seconds ago. (yes I am aware of my ridiculous way of keeping track of time—also why it’s 3:30am on Tuesday…Shine on.) Run back to the car. Get into the house, run upstairs to find guidance from my 47th post-it. Oh! duh. I have to go to Best Buy, County Clerk’s Office, the registration office at school, Post Office, and I added Jimmy John’s as a bonus because I would probably work up an appetite. K got it.

Make a right, going to the post office first. Drove about 30 feet and decided it would’ve been a shorter route if I took a left. U-turn and almost hit a squirrel. Minor heart-attack. Get to the post office and it’s LOCKED! Wtf?! Oh yeah, apparently it’s a national holiday today. Damnit. It would’ve been no big deal, except that I’ve been debating for 4 days the politics of whether or not I should mail said surprise package to relatives of my significant other. And now the door is locked.

So where do I go next? Best Buy to return the three Samsung charger sets that I never used because it turned out my phone was just depressed and decided to retire. Not to mention, dumb that each package comes with three different charger heads for like every model the Samsung makes—okay cool except I just need the one, pal. lol So I make it about 8 blocks and realize. Guess who decided to stay home and chill on the bed today? The three (exact same) chargers that should have been half way to the Motherland by now.

Going back home…

Almost left the keys in the car again…but this time I only made it four strides from the car before going back to fetch the house key. Run upstairs and grab the triplets.  Get to Best Buy. Waited in line at the service desk…but it’s okay because I’m about to get thirty-five bucks! (New flats?…omg I just now realized I forgot to buy earrings today! 😦 dang that wasn’t even on the post-it!) False excitement alarm, return policy requires you come back within 30 days; one of the triplets is 19 months old, the other one is about to take it’s first step…get the picture? Bah! sad dayyy no money for me 😦

Driving to Jimmy John’s, while I have my bff on the line, suddenly three cop cars come out of no where and are all right behind me. Ummm wtf? No to mention, do you remember in my list that I had to go to the County Clerk’s Office…yeah, to pay a ticket I got two weeks ago. Hell to the no am I getting pulled over right now. Plus, um why are there three!? Is there a Dunkin Donuts convention today? Like my license plate is now etched into the dashboard of every cop car in town and they found me–it was so a mistake to take the main road today! But of course I’m cool under pressure. Kept a serious face. Discretely threw my phone onto the passenger seat, which almost made it out the open window. Second heart-attack. (Yeah I think she was still talking on the other end…) Going 19 mph. Turn down the nearest street to lose ’em. Awesome! Who’s the woMan! They’re gone. Okay, I’ll just turn down these next four unknown streets and find my way to Jimmy John’s undercover.

So…sometimes I get lost…

(most often when I have a GPS)

Made it to Jimmy John’s, as I’m fiddling with trying to get my credit card out of my “luggage” while it’s still on my shoulder, trying to hold my keys and sunglasses in the same hand; a really annoying, loud car alarm starts going off outside. Everyone’s looking outside trying to spot the idiot who’s car is screaming. Taking my time. Pay for my Turkey Tom. Get outside and the idiot is me! I had pressed the panic button while trying to find my wallet, next to the 37 different lip glosses in my purse. How embarrassing!

Ugh needless to say, I went home and crawled back into bed. The triplets were glad to be home too.

Wow didn’t realize the recount of my manic Monday would fill this much space. Anyway, I hope you all had as interesting a day as I did 🙂

Yeah, I really need to get my shit together on Mondays…

…did I mention it’s Tuesday?

American boys walk in packs

playing dress up in

small towns, boulevard

walking along panels

illuminated of glass.


American boys get violent

scared straight

sending vibes like

small atom bombs

fallout smells of

musk, fear, Old Spice,

Boy Scouts.

 

American boys and mall-metal podcast

haircuts get the better

of me, an American boy,

hapless in fashion’s prison

culturebound to ignoramus

brethren, fatuous

fumbling for cigarette

taunting nervous girl

as she walks by alone.

 

American boys atomic and atomizing

walk strong in tough

group same shirt

bent brim hat to

Senor Frog shooter

night for to make

get drunk, get pussy,

get real stupid drunk

like television drunk.

 

We too Americans, boys

caught somewhere

nomadic in packs

snapping fingers

giggling in 7/4

rearrangers of names

becoming sounds blasts

of rhythm without

territory or time,

 

We too America(n), boys,

despite it all,

laugh it out

have it out

have a drink

have a smoke

have a conversation

interrupted

by cell phone

new conversation

text message

on virtual

co-planar getting

co-planar getting

sick.

 

Let’s start a fire, America.

Let’s do away with

Boys Who Will Be Boys.

Let’s become something else.

 

-Patrick D. Higgins


GRAYSON  VS. WEBSTER

 

 

 

 

Okay people, as we all know elections are coming up, which means that the campaigns against those who are running are very biased and maybe even extreme. I saw this clip on the news the other night and was completely blown away by this outrageous ad.

This race is between Florida Congressman Alan Grayson (D) and his opponent, former Senator Daniel Webster (R). Grayson approved the ad in which a clip of Webster speaking about his Christian values, dealing with marriage, was butchered to make it seem as though Webster had highly insulting, offensive, and misogynistic views of how a wife should treat her husband. Here is the full clip of which the Grayson campaign got their footage from.

In a news report from Fox News, Beth Sullivan explains, “The ad begins with an announcer saying, ‘Daniel Webster wants to impose his radical fundamentalism on us,’ then cuts to a clip of Webster saying, ‘She should submit to me. That’s in the Bible.'” The ad continues to bash Grayson’s opponent by comparing his religious beliefs to that of the following of the Taliban. Here is the campaign ad that was run by Grayson’s Democratic campaign in Florida earlier last week, but has since been taken off the air for its false credibility.

I am an Independent voter, therefore the reasoning behind my outrage is not simply because I am one-sidedly discriminating everything in this race between Democrats and Republicans. I believe that constituents all across the United States should try to vote for the Representative/Senator who speaks solely on their opinions and plan for action for pressing issues in this country. Running that ad, in my opinion, makes Congressman Grayson look not only like a fool, but most of all, unreliable, and shows enormous false credit. I am not sure how Florida voters are gathering and analyzing their information, but from here it just looks like all Grayson is known for is running a highly controversial ad about his opponent, and nothing else. I’m sure the ad and the media attention it’s received will swing many votes, but it’s a shame that this is what it has come to.

For more information check out:

Target of \”Taliban Dan\” Ad Speaks Out @ http://www.foxnews.com written by Beth Sullivan.