Just discovered the brilliant and enlightening Olivia A. Cole
Firstly: there are spoilers below. I won’t apologize for them. I’m trying to save you from seeing this film, after all, so yes, there are spoilers.
Secondly: I wish Tyler Perry would stop making movies about women.
This morning I saw Perry’s newest mark-misser, Single Moms Club, in which five single mothers from different walks of life coincidentally cross paths and become friends. You can tell that Perry thinks he put a lot of thought into the “walks of life” aspect, as the women are ethnically and socioeconomically diverse. But their lives and personalities are straight out of the one-dimensional Woman Playbook that Perry has become known for: we have the sexified Latina knockout whose cleavage is displayed prominently in every scene of the film; we have the ambitious career woman who, because she’s an ambitious career woman, is sexless and bitter; the helpless, dainty white housewife who is…
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So many thoughts are swirling through my head, I scarcely know how to begin. After four other (not quite failed) attempts at blogging, it seems WordPress has the best fit for a less-than-tech-savy history nerd with a need for a space to spout her occasional feminist, analytic, impassioned, thoughts on various subjects. You can tell by now this will probably be a blog in the ‘stream of consciousness’ style. My sentences are similar to my thoughts; more like ribbons than bullet points because they flow along, rippling and arcing, in every shape imaginable. I am already having to keep from questioning my comma usage. Perfectionism rears its ugly head, like an alligator surfacing from the water. Back to the depths with you. I will never get anything done with those eyes trained on me.
I feel this is where my current anxiety stems from. I dabble in creative writing and used it as a wonderful escape and tool for expression and self-discovery for a while. Unfortunately, my anxiety got the best of me and I began to doubt and to question. It wasn’t fun anymore if I had to please my readers or worry about their reactions to the characters or story line, or pressure myself to update at a regular pace. It’s going on two years since my last post and I still get the occasional email from a reader begging me to continue. They like me, they really, really like me.
But if this is supposed to be an exercise of my creative self, is it inappropriate for my spirits to buoy just a little each time some anonymous voice from the void of the internet, that seems to be simultaneously teeming with energy and empty of life, sees the little bit of my soul I sent out there one night one a whim; never expecting a response, and enjoys it? I am over thinking it, I just know it. I do take pleasure in the gentle strokes my ego receives every time someone responds to my writing, but I do not crave it.
Back to the issue at hand, how do I take up where I left off? I have tried several times only to suffer analysis-paralysis. Where is the story going? I haven’t made any concrete plans yet. How can I continue when I’m not sure of the plot? Etc.
I think the secret lies in the art of “being”.
Allow me to explain.
When I first began writing, I did so on a whim. I sat down one evening, and simply wrote exactly what came into my head and it flowed through my fingers and manifested in black and white. I did not even have to pause to think of another word to use or how the scene was set or anything. I simply wrote, and that, according to my therapist, is the art of ‘flow’. The elusive state of being where one does not question ones actions, one simply does. To Be, the state of being, achieving flow; all of these things describe a feeling I’ve experienced akin to a rush or high. I also describe it as being “in the zone” as happens when I’m researching a particular topic and my mind is buzzing with new ideas. The crux lies in putting this ‘feeling’ on paper (or Microsoft Word, as it were). He said it’s miraculous what you can do, what you can write in this particular instance, when you don’t consider your audience. The hidden message of that being that making the process about me would unblock my creativity. An even deeper meaning being that making my life, my decisions, about myself and putting myself first, will allow me to BE myself.
So I guess, as it happens with most of my thought processes once written out, that I have answered my own question. The river containing my current of thought has come full circle. We shall see if I am able to achieve this elusive, miraculous state of “being”. He said no one can be in “flow” all the time, it comes and goes for everyone. But if it’s even for a short while; just a few minutes maybe, in those moments I believe we experience our truest selves. Unfiltered, uncensored, undiluted, unabridged. I have felt it, and I know I can feel it again, if I let myself. Forget the alligator hovering below the surface; the monster of all doubt and negativity; and let the current of being, of sureness of self; let the “flow” of the current sweep him away.
As we have all been hearing all day, Burwell v. Hobby Lobby exempts Hobby Lobby from the Affordable Health Care Act’s mandate to provide contraceptives to women on the grounds that it violates this person’s (does Hobby Lobby prefer male, female, or another set of pronouns?) religious freedom. Some rough thoughts are below.
While terribly disappointing, today’s decision makes sense in the way that history isn’t supposed to make sense, and really, it should be of little surprise. One could say, the Supreme Court functions as the United States’s ultimate oligarchy. Outside of revolution, they pretty much have the final say and have the ultimate job of “upholding the Constitution.”
Considering rich White cis-Men wrote the Constitution for rich White cis-Men, in some ways, the Supreme Court actually did its job today and continued down its long trajectory of favoring a version of the rich White cis-Male Protestant worldview…
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Love this. Thanks to festoonedbutterfly!
In today’s blog we look at the corset during the 1800 and early 1900’s. This was a time of popularity and change for the garment known as the corset.
The silhouette below shows the changes in the shape of the corset from 1896 – 1917, the main time period this blog entry will look at.
The 1800’s was a boom time for corsets. For the first time there are recorded adverts, cartoons and writings for male corsets. The Dandy appears on the scene, placing great importance on physical appearance, and leisure. The Dandy often worn a corset to help his figure and to create the smooth lines that were seen as most fashionable during that time. The probable truth is that many a man wore a corset or body belt to keep the smooth lines of men’s clothing in the late 1700 and early 1800’s.
King George IV was known…
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