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My sister is awesome.
Dec. 13th, 2005 02:29 amWell, this has turned into a very different post than I originally thought it would be. Came home from work in a particularly foul mood, ready to purge my brain in long-winded angry ranting on various topics..... and after making myself a pot of sleepytime tea, I came back in to my room to find an IM waiting from Bug, asking me to give her a call ASAP. So I did.
Our relationship has morphed beautifully over the years from an antagonistic, frustrating childhood and particularly difficult teenage years into a really deep understanding of each other. No one else could possibly understand what it was like to grow up in our household, and why we're as fragmented as we are, caught between the unique worlds of both of our parents.. we are both of them, in the best and worst senses, and we understand exactly what that means, knowing them as well as we do, and knowing each other. I can freak out and cry and let go of some of my frustration one minute, worry about dad the next and talk about old childhood crap and the cat's antics and laugh our asses off.. really cathartic, and exactly what I needed this evening. How did you know? *wink*
On other notes, there's finally a new issue of Anarchy: A Journal of Desire Armed on the stands at the co-op.. seems the collective has only gotten 2 issues out this year, but I couldn't have asked for better timing, desperately needing to reconnect to some of the intellectual arguments and foment for change contained within.
I've really needed to dive back into modes of thought that encourage liberation from the things that restrain me, on many levels. The tyranny of the hours I began to abandon when I stopped wearing a watch, and I'll certainly admit to being influenced by some of John Zerzan's writings on time when I decided to rid myself of an object that served only to remind me constantly of the constraints placed on me by schedules, and this idea of the seconds constantly ticking past. Time can be an addiction of sorts, constantly needing to check it or worrying about what time it is, and it tells me that our lives are far too busy and removed from natural rhythms more connected to our bodies and the earth.
The media acceptance of cultural sexual objectification as abundantly revealed by the recent Victoria's Secret pageant on CBS, a broadcast network, made me so thoroughly sick to my stomach that I couldn't even write about it until now, as I'd start to get too upset. Here I was, hanging out with beloveds, and this display of flesh comes on.. I'm thinking this has to be on a cable station, since it was so blatantly sexual, but no.. it's on frelling CBS! WTF!??
Yes, the outfits were lovely, but this is a lot more dangerous than eye candy. This is pure objectification, no matter how you slice it, and it's on for anyone to watch. We are being sold a set of images of what is beautiful and desirable, and it is so far from being obtainable for the majority of the women of the world. When we look at these images, we are being conditioned quietly to appreciate this false beauty more than the true loveliness of the human beings around us in the real world. Women see these images and spend money they don't have on products they don't need, removing their natural body hair, painting their faces with chemicals dripped into the eyes of animals, grooming themselves to fit an image that is merely a marketing device. We destroy our true human beauty when we buy into that image. We become lovely coathangers and sex objects, no longer thinking, feeling creatures deserving of respect and honor.
I'm still stewing on a variety of other issues, and since I have a rather long day at work ahead of me tomorrow, I'll save it for now and go to sleep.
Later.
-Me.
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If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine
-Fiona Apple
Our relationship has morphed beautifully over the years from an antagonistic, frustrating childhood and particularly difficult teenage years into a really deep understanding of each other. No one else could possibly understand what it was like to grow up in our household, and why we're as fragmented as we are, caught between the unique worlds of both of our parents.. we are both of them, in the best and worst senses, and we understand exactly what that means, knowing them as well as we do, and knowing each other. I can freak out and cry and let go of some of my frustration one minute, worry about dad the next and talk about old childhood crap and the cat's antics and laugh our asses off.. really cathartic, and exactly what I needed this evening. How did you know? *wink*
On other notes, there's finally a new issue of Anarchy: A Journal of Desire Armed on the stands at the co-op.. seems the collective has only gotten 2 issues out this year, but I couldn't have asked for better timing, desperately needing to reconnect to some of the intellectual arguments and foment for change contained within.
I've really needed to dive back into modes of thought that encourage liberation from the things that restrain me, on many levels. The tyranny of the hours I began to abandon when I stopped wearing a watch, and I'll certainly admit to being influenced by some of John Zerzan's writings on time when I decided to rid myself of an object that served only to remind me constantly of the constraints placed on me by schedules, and this idea of the seconds constantly ticking past. Time can be an addiction of sorts, constantly needing to check it or worrying about what time it is, and it tells me that our lives are far too busy and removed from natural rhythms more connected to our bodies and the earth.
The media acceptance of cultural sexual objectification as abundantly revealed by the recent Victoria's Secret pageant on CBS, a broadcast network, made me so thoroughly sick to my stomach that I couldn't even write about it until now, as I'd start to get too upset. Here I was, hanging out with beloveds, and this display of flesh comes on.. I'm thinking this has to be on a cable station, since it was so blatantly sexual, but no.. it's on frelling CBS! WTF!??
Yes, the outfits were lovely, but this is a lot more dangerous than eye candy. This is pure objectification, no matter how you slice it, and it's on for anyone to watch. We are being sold a set of images of what is beautiful and desirable, and it is so far from being obtainable for the majority of the women of the world. When we look at these images, we are being conditioned quietly to appreciate this false beauty more than the true loveliness of the human beings around us in the real world. Women see these images and spend money they don't have on products they don't need, removing their natural body hair, painting their faces with chemicals dripped into the eyes of animals, grooming themselves to fit an image that is merely a marketing device. We destroy our true human beauty when we buy into that image. We become lovely coathangers and sex objects, no longer thinking, feeling creatures deserving of respect and honor.
I'm still stewing on a variety of other issues, and since I have a rather long day at work ahead of me tomorrow, I'll save it for now and go to sleep.
Later.
-Me.
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If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine
-Fiona Apple
