. . . from the media. Recently there has been an uproar in the media over Chaz Bono being on Dancing with the Stars. The problem? A transgender person where our children can see him! Or her! “We’re so confused–our children won’t know which gender-specific pronoun to use!” Frankly, I think it’s wonderful that people, young and old, watching the popular show will have to confront their biases and prejudices against trans folk. Chaz has my vote.
This Saturday (Sept. 10th) is the Iowa Women’s Music Festival! Located in Upper City Park, the day stage is FREE (noon-5 p.m.). The evening performance by Janis Ian will be at the Englert theater. Come check out these wonderful musicians and hear some kickin’ music. For more info about the artists and the event, click here.
Ah, hindsight is 20/20. If only someone had told 5-year-old me that there was no way in hell I would look like a Disney Princess. That would have saved an eating disorder. Or that I would not only be attracted to men. That would have saved some teenage confusion. Or that the only way to attain a badass library would be to marry into money. That would have saved hours of obsessing over having / not having a boyfriend, when I would have much preferred reading.
I know, I know. A lot of “would haves”–kind of a “woulda-coulda-shoulda” overload. But I’m genuinely serious. I watched Disney movies over and over. I asked for the Barbies for my birthday (we can discuss Barbies later. If you’re really interested read “The Anthropometry of Barbie” sometime). I even had a Beauty and the Beast nightgown that I tried to pull off as a dress at times.
I’m not sure what to do with Disney Princesses. A part of me still loves them. If “A Whole New World” comes up on my iTunes, I belt it out. Yet I can’t get over how angry I am at the messages they portray for young kids of any gender. Mulan kicks some Hun ass, but the story still ends with an insinuated wedding. Not to mention the racist implications of the Princess franchise. I was a nanny for a 4-year-old girl whose parents were from India. She owned a set of miniature Princesses, from Cinderella to Tiana, but she would only play with Jasmine or Tiana. She always gave me Sleeping Beauty. When I asked her if we could switch one time, dreading what I suspected the answer to be, she said no, because “Only these ones have brown skin like me.” Doesn’t get much more heartbreaking than that.
What are your thoughts and experiences with Disney Princesses? Were you very influenced by them, or did you steer clear?
School starts back up tomorrow in Iowa City. What better way to celebrate your last evening of freedom than watching two of the most famous wordsmiths of all time (or with children under 5) duke it out? Check out this hilarious video of Shakespeare and Dr. Seuss’s epic rap battle. You decide who wins.
I recently moved in with my partner of nearly two years. This is the first time I’ve ever lived with someone I’m in a relationship with, and while I’m sure he’s the sandwich I want to eat every day for the rest of my life (thank you Liz Lemon), it’s still kind of scary.
I just think of horror stories I’ve heard and coached friends through when their relationships go down the shitter and SUDDENLY they’re stuck on a lease with Mr./Ms. Coulda-Shoulda-Woulda-Been. Even more frightening is when people start asking when you’re taking the “next step”–implying engagement, marriage, and/ or babies. Our families have been doing this to us for awhile, but marriage and mini-us’s seem like more of an expectation rather than a choice now that we’re sharing an abode. I always said I want to live with someone before making any legal or ovarian commitments. That doesn’t mean living with a person needs to be a marriage test, or that it should be. That’s where The Hairpin comes in.
As I was pondering this new dimension to my relationship the other day, I stumbled across this post. The advice A Married Dude gives is the best I’ve heard for folks moving in together. I love my man, and while I want to make those legal and ovarian commitments to him one day, I’m trying my darndest not to see our joint lease as a test for the future. One life-epoch at a time.
Oh, Stephen Colbert. How I love thee. And thee’s (thou’s? okay, your) show. Colbert mocks the conservative backlash to the new Department of Health and Human services policy requiring insurance companies to offer preventative health care and other lady-oriented business without a co-pay. Check out this clip from the show. And at least stay tuned through his impression of a T-Rex putting on a condom. Such small arms.
Fauxminism: Fake feminism; calling oneself a feminist while behaving and/or supporting ideas or expectations working against the general basis of feminism.
brought to my attention by a rad male feminist friend. What do you think about fauxminism? Have you experienced fauxminism at work?