If I had an audience of 1 million, this is what I would say. Day 10 of the Emerson “Self-Reliance” project.
Category Archives: Women
Suffer The (Girl) Children
The real life horror story of an 11-year-old child gang raped by a group of 19 males and her subsequent victim blaming in a major press outlet leads me to boycott the New York Times.
Three Kings
Three Czech kings have a nasty but well-deserved run-in with a witch. Chapter 8 of “The Secret Life of Stone”.
Whites Only?
A She Writes blog post by an African-American woman calling for “White Ambassadors To Help Me Cross Over” provokes a blog series, in which this piece is one of seven reactions.
Surround Yourself With Women – The Unedited Version
From our inaugural guest poster, Yancy Jack Berns, we give you a beautiful piece about why it is important to surround yourself with women.
On Dreams, Suffering and the French Film MARTYRS
I was reminded of a strange dream I had a few years ago after recently watching the brilliant French film MARTYRS, and of course also manage to tie this back to Lady Gaga. 
Self-Referentiality: Internal monologue turned external dialogue
What do the expat+HAREM, Dialogue 2010 and Lady Gaga have in common?
Intertextuality and Irony in Lady Gaga’s PAPARAZZI
My submission for this week’s www.RedRoom.com themed blog competition on “What is your favorite pop song?”
On homosociality, American masculinties, and violence against women in DEADGIRL
Delving back into my much-loved world of cultural anthropology via the horror film “Deadgirl” and its social significance.
The Assasination Of Marilyn Monroe
My review of the tragic “Assassination Of Marilyn Monroe”.
Intimate Strangers
The first in a series of reflections on the incredible Dialogue 2010, curated by Rose Deniz and on the topic of hybrid identities and location.
Fear Of Flying
In 1973 Erica Jong wrote the feminist anthem, Fear Of Flying. The heroine, Isadora, though terrified of flying, boards a plane and her subsequent journey leads to a spiritual and sexual awakening that was the one of the first of its kind in print. Jong’s thesis is that the fear of flying is the fear…
Frida, I’m In Love
I took this snap while taking a bath today, and then edited it with Picnik. Every time I take a soak looking at my feet reminds me of Frida Kahlo’s painting What the Water Gave Me, and more so these days now that my big toe is sort of scarred like hers. I couldn’t make…
Misogyny Lives
I am stunned beyond belief at all the support being offered Roman Polanski, convicted child raper and jail dodger, after his long overdue arrest in Zurich last week. What kind of world do we live in that just because a person is a celebrity and a holocaust survivor he is somehow seen as being exempt…
Pink, “I’m Not Dead!” 2006
I bought this album on the 6-year “anniversary” of Wendy Soltero’s death because, well, sometimes you just need something fun and light to mark a somber occasion. It was the first CD that I had bought in more than a year and in being fun and light, it was money incredibly well spent. Music is…
Goddess Angelina
My friend Kirsten Westby used to work in a refugee camps in the Democratic Republic of the Congo and when the children in the camp would find out she was an American, they would rush to ask her if she knew a lady named Angelina. Kirsten would respond no and the kids would proceed to…
A Woman Who Runs with the Wolves
She called me domesticated and it stung even though I knew it was said only with admiration. Even knowing that, it was as if the wound of my wild woman self had only partially closed and her words were salt. I forced myself to ask, “Have I been domesticated?” Are all the years of feminist…
too many things, too many things
we had some firsts since i last wrote…our first hailstorm, our first visits from the Stray Cats on the balcony calling me for food, and our first bomb blasts in istanbul. the bomb blasts were on sunday night and apparently went off just before we got in our dolmos to get home…i was pretty freaked…
strange burkah behavior and how to recognise a turkish woman
i know i keep saying it, but this is truly a place of vivid contradictions. today we walked around a shopping mall (don’t roll your eyes! they have a good supermarket in there!) that could have been in glendale, california. except for the turkish writing, of course. steve saw a woman in a full burkah…
not a love letter to Cyber-Sluts
written on a postcard that is a photograph of a fake-boob wanna-be whore that gets sent to all profiles on myspace that are male on the blank space that is not filled by her sillicone implants: instead of augmenting your breastsit would have helped to grow some self-respect where a stamp would go it says:myspacejune…
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