I have always been a huge fan of newspapers, and I read three of them most days: The Morning News Tribune, the Tacoma paper I began reading when I was seven or eight years old, The Seattle Post-Intelligencer, and the Seattle Times. I unfailingly read them during my one-and-a-half-hour-each-way Monday-Friday bus commute. I’ve also always thought the Sunday papers were absolutely a cheap thrill. I mean, hot damn, all of those articles, all that great information, beautiful photography, hundreds of pages for $1.50. Then again, I published my own magazine for the better part of 11 years and love everything about publishing, newspapers, magazines, books, anyway. When I was publishing, every time I’d go to the printers’ to do the press check for my latest issue, I would get all choked up and the tears would fall, watching all those pages I’d labored over for days and weeks and months rolling through the web press, thousands and thousands of them. Writing, editing, publishing, books, the written word: these are in my blood. I can’t live without them. It’s been this way for me since I was a small, small girl and put together my first book at age five with my mother’s help. The title was The Adventures of G. J. Worm, and the book was about a worm who was a world traveler. I illustrated each page, my mom helped me put it all together on ditto master sheets, and my dad ran off copies for me on his ditto machine at the office. Then my mom and I put the pages together with those little tack-like things with the two legs that you bend up to hold pages together, and we disseminated them to the various woman relatives. Voila, I was published.
Well, I will always love the newspapers, and all print media. I don’t think the internet will ever replace them. But when it comes to getting woman-centered news and information, the blogosphere beats print publishing ALL to heck. As interesting as the newspapers are, and even though many women write for them, news which is significant for, or of interest to, women specifically, still, more often than not, flies under the radar.
And that’s where the blogosphere comes in. I am so, so grateful for my many feminist sisters around the world who bring news of interest to women directly to me every single day, free of charge, and not only the news, but amazing, amazing photographs, analysis, critique, links to additional resources, and all with their own touches, jokes, whimsy, warmth, rage, despair, hope, humanness. I love it. I have been sitting here reading everybody’s blogs this morning and marveling at how smart you all are, what good writers you are, and what a great Sunday women’s newspaper comes to me over the internet. All I have to do is click the links on my blogroll. Here in no particular order but kinda-sorta alphabetical, since I went down my blogrolls, :), are some highlights of today’s Sunday women’s news, all of us feminist women bloggers, writing our own Sunday paper.
Echidne of the Snakes has a great review of Ana Marie Cox’s (Wonkette’s) anti-“strident-feminist,” alternately dismissive and sympathetic, but entirely ambivalent and somewhat nonsensical, but certainly offering something for everybody, including misogynists and right-wingers — review of Katha Pollitt’s new book, Virginity or Death entitled The Feminist With Eight Toes And Other Fun Tales.
Let’s unpack this post-feminist pink little purse. Strident feminism is “tacky” because we have token women in high places? Would it be ever so tacky and depressing of me to remind all of us that the number of women in politics and in the leadership positions in the media is indeed very tiny, small enough to fit into the most expensive Jimmy Choos? It’s so boring and unfashionable to “stubbornly” try to defend the vanishing abortion rights? Sure. Why not go with the flow and start a firm designing really fab maternity clothes for all the pregnant mothers who didn’t really want to become pregnant. Yeah, that’s the ticket. They can wear tiny shoes, too. Choice is good, ladies. And to talk about all those poor women in the Middle East: such a downer. We can’t help them so why bother our beautiful minds with all that shit (to paraphraze Barbara Bush the Elder). It’s not fun.
Here, ginmar makes an interesting comparison of internet trolls with real-life stalkers, noting that both trolls and stalkers seem to respond the same way to being ignored and to getting the attention of their trollee/stalkee.
I am so glad I found Shannon at Egotistical Whining, whose posts I am really enjoying lately. Here she is in a horrific mood– well, that’s the down side of how well we women bloggers blog. We blog the truth. It’s hard, and it hurts.
“This is such a bleak and hopeless period of American history. Every time we turn our heads, some soldier has done something horrible to someone. Every time we get up, our government has done some outrageously corrupt thing. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if some cities ended up underwater again this year. Yea, this is a horrid time to come of age. The only consolation is the widespread availability of fairly cheap manga, but that doesn’t really matter to a lot of you.”
This is a great post about who gets to define racism, something Angry Brown Butch has also been writing about, here and over at Alas. (Also check out Angry Brown Butch’s post about gentrification in New York City, really a letter to Time Out NYC, which started the whole discussion.)
Also, I love this post. I think you all should read blackfolk every day.
Then, Shannon’s Incomplete Racism FAQ is such a keeper– the kind of thing you want to have on hand to send to people who ask what racism is. Excerpts:
Q) But it’s so hard to not be racist/what can I do to not be a racist?
A) There are two general rules: shut up and listen and don’t be an asshole. You’ll learn a lot of other things on the way, but those two rules are the key.
Q) but I have a black friend/ fucked a black person/once I saw a black person walk down the street.
A) Antiracism is not transmitted by touch or bodily fluids. It requires a change of mind. Only your actions determine whether you’re a racist or not.
Hijabi Madness, which continuously publishes a stream of woman-centered international news, linked to this article which reports that investigators now believe American soldiers spent nearly a week plotting an attack on a civilian family in which a woman was raped and burned and her family murdered.
The official, speaking on condition of anonymity because the investigation is ongoing, said the attack appeared “totally premeditated” and that the soldiers apparently “studied” the family for about a week before carrying out the attack.
According to the official, the Sunni Arab family had just moved into a new home in the religiously mixed area about 20 miles south of Baghdad. The Americans entered the home, separated three family members from the woman, then raped her and set fire to her body, the official said. The three others were also slain. A senior Army official who also requested anonymity because the investigation is ongoing said one of the victims was a child .
…The official said the mutilation of (two U.S. soldiers recently) stirred feelings of guilt and led at least one member of the platoon to reveal the rape-slaying on June 22.
brownfemipower at Women of Color blog writes of Ni’meh Abu Zaharah, Palestinian mother of 11. Her family picked fruit in the Jordan Valley for 10 years, until the Israeli Army began to forbid them to cross the Hasra checkpoint. Now they are unemployed. bfp has also posted haunting, powerful photos of Cambodian women executed under the Khmer Rouge regime.
Ktrion blogs about the way she and her partner are struggling to survive her partner’s breast cancer, and One Ohio Woman blogs about her own similar struggles and the frustrations of being a single, working, lesbian mom, without a partner right now, trying to work doctor appointments and cancer treatments with all the attendant emotional and psychic turmoil, into her work schedule over the objections and asshole-ish behaviors of (women) co-workers.
Skyscraper at Radical Women of Color Think Tank on redefining activism:
i am a walking mini-revolution
not willing to submit to your zombifying psychological confusion.
i breathe activism
i live activism
actively a colored woman
retroactively muslim and unigue
have been, and always will be unamerican.
with every gasp of air
exhaling my of-color womanism,
notwithstanding your baseless criticism…
Read it all, so passionate and powerful.
Devious Diva reports what she describes as one of many incidents in Cyprus in which a Nigerian political asylum applicant was arrested and beaten by plain clothes officers moments before his marriage to a British woman was performed, after being told racial intermarriage was unacceptable and wrong.
Trula Mama’s books are done! Trula Mama is so danged inspiring.
Finally, some warmer, fuzzier stuff:
I was analyzing the list of ingredients so far as cost:
1/2 large green bell pepper, chopped
1/2 large red bell pepper, chopped
These are fairly inexpensive in local supermarkets and farmer’s markets where I live, but I also saw them three-for-a-buck at the dollar store in North Hollywood, Los Angeles, last weekend when I was down there. I’d say these would cost $1.00, max.
1/2 jalapeño pepper, finely chopped (optional)
This is optional, but could also be purchased inexpensively from the local grocery store, even in the city, let’s say, .50, max.
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 large onion, chopped
I’d say these could be purchased for less than a dollar, even where prices are high.
corn tortillas–at least 12
Purchased, I’d say these would cost $2.00, on average.
3 cups (28 ounces) fatfree refried beans
These could be purchased very inexpensively in dollar stores or discount grocery stores like Sam’s, Costco, Grocery Outlet, Canned Foods, but are not very expensive in regular grocery stores, either. Three cups would mean two regular-sized cans, so I would say the cost would be $1.60 on average.
2 medium tomatoes, diced
I’d price these at .80 on average.
1 tsp. chili powder, divided
1/2 tsp. cumin, divided
The trouble with spices is the initial investment required, but you could buy small amounts of these at Whole Foods or Fred Meyer in the bulk section. The cost would be less than .50.
3 cups black beans, rinsed and drained
I’d price two regular-size cans of black beans at $1.40 on average.
1 cup salsa
Salsa is expensive, much less so if it is homemade, but if it is purchased on sale at discount or dollar stores, I would price it at $1.00.
1 can enchilada sauce (or 1 1/2 cups homemade)
Enchilada sauce can be expensive, too, but in dollar or discount grocery stores, I would price this at .80 on average.
sliced black olives
A small can could be purchased, on average, for .50.
If you add canned or frozen corn as is suggested, add a dollar.
The total cost of this dish, made in a 9″ x 13″ pan would be $12.10, and this would comprise a delicious, healthy, vegan meal for 12 adults, or more if you were feeding adults and children, meaning a cost of about a dollar per serving. Not bad! Especially considering costs might be much less than I estimated there if much of the shopping was done in dollar stores, farmer’s markets, discount food stores, or if you have a garden and grow some of your own vegetables. Of course none of this is organic; organic diets are sadly still the province largely of the white, affluent and privileged or those with space to garden and who can garden organically.
You have to read Henriette’s instructions for growing 14 kinds of basil. If you have never inhaled the fragrance of cinnamon basil, purple opal basil, or any basil in the heat of a summer day in a garden, you are missing out! Later, mmmm, pesto. 🙂
Isachandra from Post Punk Vegan Kitchen is a riot!
From Food Network Watch ’06:
Why does all cooking show music sound like porn music? At first I thought it was just a strange coincidence but maybe it’s calculated. And it’s the kind of porn music that people who make porn might not want to use because it sounds too much like porn music.
Coupla’ other things.
On Malto Mario his “students” or whatever they are are always looking at him like not only have they never seen a gnocchi but like they’ve just been awakened from the pod and they are getting their first glimpse at human interaction. Now they think everyone is supposed to wear skorts. “Mario, do you always boil the water before putting the pasta in?”
Finally, I am adding to the blogroll:
Lots of great information here.
Love it! “Ten women, mostly strangers to each other, are reading an out-of-print radical lesbian feminist novel from the early 1970s, and will come together next month to meet one another, discuss the book, and share our knowledge about feminist matters.”
And last but not least, because Alyx is always a great read, Mad Sheila Musings.