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AT LAST AND ENTRY! Another in POINT FORM!
Lastly, since I think every woman ever needs to read this, I am going to copy and paste the whole long rant in here. Read it, it's amazing! (From HERE: http://www.hanneblank.com/blog/2011/06/23/real-women/)
Excuse me while I throw this down, I’m old and cranky and tired of hearing the idiocy repeated by people who ought to know better.
Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.
Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.
Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as babies of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions.
Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them.
Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides.
Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not.
Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.
Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.
Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.
There is a phrase I wish I could engrave upon the hearts of every single person, everywhere in the world, and it is this sentence which comes from the genius lips of the grand and eloquent Mr. Glenn Marla:
There is no wrong way to have a body.
I’m going to say it again because it’s important: There is no wrong way to have a body.
And if your moral compass points in any way, shape, or form to equality, you need to get this through your thick skull and stop with the “real women are like such-and-so” crap.
You are not the authority on what “real” human beings are, and who qualifies as “real” and on what basis. All human beings are real.
Yes, I know you’re tired of feeling disenfranchised. It is a tiresome and loathsome thing to be and to feel. But the tit-for-tat disenfranchisement of others is not going to solve that problem. Solidarity has to start somewhere and it might as well be with you and me.
- I HAD A DANI! It was super fun! :D We really just lazed about and watched stuff. I made her life a little better with some Better off Ted, and she made mine better with My Little Pony and Scott Pilgrim. And we ate stuff that was yummy too! I love having Dani over - we have the best conversation - I always feel smarter! :D
- I have a Tumblr account, also thanks to Dani! HERE: http://kyoulove.tumblr.com/ I love finding me some pretties.
- WHAT ELSE?
- Uh.... I made some purses! And have more purses planned! And even more people want zippy pouches that I haven't even cut out yet! I am really thinking of opening up an etsy store - anyone have any good store names? I'm still not sure if caffeinated crafter is taken.
- Teddy was on vacation this week (so sad it's over). I actually worked more this week then I have in a LONG TIME. We just finished up our kids renovations at work, and there were a lot of overtime hours being put in! I was supposed to work til 10pm one night and didn't leave until 1. Amazing. Good paycheck next time! On the plus side, our kids section looks aweometastic.
- Unfortunately, my chest pains have returned. I think I must have pulled something when I was doing all the moving, because it's a steady pain of sucky. Boourns.
- And speaking of paychecks, we are back on our budgety track! May threw us off, and June sucked out all the monies at the start of the month. It's nice to be back to normal! I also have to get back on track - May put my Visa right back where it was, and that made me sad. So I am going to throw all I can at it until the new year! It's still my goal to pay it off this year, which really won't happen the way my hours are going, but even if I can get it to less then half it's current point, I will be over the moon. So, all my money - ALL OF IT - is going on the credit card! The exceptions are dinner and concessions for Harry Potter in Ottawa, since it was preplanned and super important, and if I sell crafty things, I can use the money to buy more crafty things. Further encouragement to open my etsy store!
- I finally got around to watching Beastly, and let me tell you, it's pretty awful. There is only the tiniest thread of a plot to hold on too, and if you question it, it all falls apart! I'm so glad I didn't read the book until after, because the book was amazing and would have made an awesome movie if only they had followed anything close to the book's plot.
- Canada Day! It was oodles of fun! Let's see.... we got up! We got dressed! We went downtown for a picnic in the park - super fun. I got to laze around with friends while Teddy ran after Audrey, who quite literally ran around for over an hour. It was nice weather - sunny and breezy in the shade! After that we went home so babykins could nap, and we watched Beauty and the Beast and Just Go with It. Hilarious movie, btw. We weren't going to go to the fireworks since they were so late, but since Audrey was still awake, Teddy wanted to her to see them, so we went. She was so funny. The first big bang and lights she was so excited, but then the noises scared her and she buried herself into Teddy's chest with a little smile. Eventually she started calling out the colours of the fireworks and it was all well and good! She was sad when they were over!
- Teddy and I have a real, live grown up date tomorrow! We even have a babysitter! I am trying not to get too nervous about it - aside from Talie and family, we really haven't had a babysitter! I hope she is ok. We are going to see Transformers!!!! I am SO EXCITED, even if Teddy is only blase about it. :P GIANT ROBOTS.
Lastly, since I think every woman ever needs to read this, I am going to copy and paste the whole long rant in here. Read it, it's amazing! (From HERE: http://www.hanneblank.com/blog/2011/06/23/real-women/)
Excuse me while I throw this down, I’m old and cranky and tired of hearing the idiocy repeated by people who ought to know better.
Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.
Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.
Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as babies of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions.
Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them.
Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides.
Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not.
Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.
Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.
Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.
There is a phrase I wish I could engrave upon the hearts of every single person, everywhere in the world, and it is this sentence which comes from the genius lips of the grand and eloquent Mr. Glenn Marla:
There is no wrong way to have a body.
I’m going to say it again because it’s important: There is no wrong way to have a body.
And if your moral compass points in any way, shape, or form to equality, you need to get this through your thick skull and stop with the “real women are like such-and-so” crap.
You are not the authority on what “real” human beings are, and who qualifies as “real” and on what basis. All human beings are real.
Yes, I know you’re tired of feeling disenfranchised. It is a tiresome and loathsome thing to be and to feel. But the tit-for-tat disenfranchisement of others is not going to solve that problem. Solidarity has to start somewhere and it might as well be with you and me.