Laugh With Rage

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tinafeysays:

“My daughter has a reversible doll: Sleeping Beauty on one side and Snow White on the other. I would always set it on her bed with the Snow White side out and she would toddle up to it and flip the skirt over to Sleeping Beauty. I would flip it back and say, ‘Snow White is so pretty.’ She would yell, ‘No!’ and flip it back. I did this experiment so frequently and consistently that I should have applied for government funding. The result was always the same. When I asked her why she didn’t like Snow White, she told me, ‘I don’t like her hair.’ Not even three years old, she knew that yellow hair is king. And, let’s admit it, yellow hair does have magic powers. You could put a blond wig on a hot-water heater and some dude would try to fuck it.”

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The Coolest F-word ever

I was reading the Dear Sugar column on The Rumpus this morning (which is actually 3:00 in the afternoon, because my schedule is bananas). The column was what it usually is, an entertaining response to a generally well-written, if slightly mundane, letter.  When I read this:

…perhaps the body is our final frontier. It’s the one place we can’t leave. We’re there till it goes.  Most women and some men spend their lives trying to alter it, hide it, prettify it, make it what it isn’t, or conceal it for what it is. But what if we didn’t do that?

We don’t know—as a culture, as a gender, as individuals, you and I. The fact that we don’t know is feminism’s one true failure. We claimed the agency, we granted ourselves the authority, we gathered the accolades, but we never stopped worrying about how our asses looked in our jeans. There are a lot of reasons for this, a whole bunch of Big Sexist Things We Can Rightfully Blame. But ultimately, like anything, the change is up to us.


And there it is.  Even the strongest, baddest, wittiest, smartest, and fiercest among us still struggle with our bodies.  I am confident.  I am smart.  I have a kick ass job.  I am good at my kick ass job.  And yet, I still spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about how I look.  Trying to lose weight (but claiming I just want to be healthy).  Spending money on makeup (and being annoyed at how long it takes to put it all on).  Wishing the dark circles under my eyes would go away (instead of getting some sleep).

Despite all my feminist leanings, despite every women’s study course I took, despite the fact that I have amazing, strong, wonderful role models in my life, I still struggle to attain some sort of perfection that is wholly unattainable.  I profess belief in a God who has created us in her own image.  I can readily believe that you are wonderfully and beautifully made.  Why can’t I believe that about myself? 

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Leaving on a jet plane…

A week and a half ago I was offered an awesome job in New Hampshire.  Currently, I’m sitting at gate C6 in PDX waiting for my flight, and I can’t seem to stop crying.  I’m super excited about this job.  I mean SUPER excited.  But it all happened so fast, and now I live in New Hampshire.  In truth the tears are only part sadness.  They are also part exhaustion, part frustration, part anxiety and mostly PMS.  Sometimes I feel like my life is one big battle between east and west coast.  Currently, the east is winning.  But it breaks my heart.

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Legislative culture is nothing if not a reflection of American culture itself. The Senate shifts and modifies its machinations, but it does so only in concert with the subtle and not-so-subtle purling of American values”  — Senator Mark Hatfield. 


I feel like I would get along with more Republicans if they were all like Mr. Hatfield.  He will be missed.

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sometimesagreatnotion:

“Here’s what we’re not taught [about the Declaration  and Constitution]: Those words at the time they were written were  blazingly, electrifyingly subversive. If you understand them truly now,  they still are. You are not taught - and it is a disgrace that you  aren’t - that these men and women were radicals for liberty; that they  had a vision of equality that was a slap in the face of what the rest of  their world understood to be the unchanging, God-given order of  nations; and that they were willing to die to make that desperate vision  into a reality for people like us, whom they would never live to see.”
- Naomi Wolf

sometimesagreatnotion:

“Here’s what we’re not taught [about the Declaration and Constitution]: Those words at the time they were written were blazingly, electrifyingly subversive. If you understand them truly now, they still are. You are not taught - and it is a disgrace that you aren’t - that these men and women were radicals for liberty; that they had a vision of equality that was a slap in the face of what the rest of their world understood to be the unchanging, God-given order of nations; and that they were willing to die to make that desperate vision into a reality for people like us, whom they would never live to see.”

- Naomi Wolf