More Hell, Fewer Dahlias: The Musings of a Radical Feminist.

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is all I can say.

Head over to Jezebel for more info:

http://jezebel.com/5673680/what-was-marie-claire-thinking-with-this-fatties-piece?skyline=true&s=i

I don’t actually think I buy anything from their advertisers, but I’m double checking and I urge you all to do the same, and if so, change products.

One unintended consequence of the article I’ve felt? Feeling really sorry for the author.

I didn’t expect to! I didn’t intend to!

But someone who holds that much contempt for other people, to the point of being physically sick over their appearance and likening them to heroin addicts (which everyone knows means Bad Person, yeesh), must have a lot of self hatred.

It hurts to see a woman hate her body so much.

And it hurts to know that thousands of women feel the same way.

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Really cool site for teenage feminists! Featuring a great article on Kimya Dawson (of The Moldy Peaches fame!) this week.

TheFbomb.org

Sorry to drop you a link and run, but my Taylor Swift musings aren’t coming out too well. I’m stuck right in the middle of my own personal feminist mudpuddle: how to criticize ideas and actions without tearing down other women. Striking the balance between praising Taylor Swift for being successful, and criticizing her for how she’s become successful and the ideals she promotes is proving more difficult than I realized. An article over at http://www.autostraddle.com prompted all this, and its been helpful, but eh…we’ll see where this goes.

My personal mudpuddle right now reminds me of a book called “The Kayla Chronicles” by Sherri Winston. An awesome YA book, it talks about a young black woman’s struggle with fitting all of the parts of her life together:  feminist, good student, cheerleader/gymnast, and a teenager with developing interests in fashion and romance.  At one point she asks her best friend “Why was your first goal to tear other women down?” Its an interesting question, and one I’m going to explore more as I wrestle with Taylor Swift.


Lucille Clifton died of an infection yesterday. An amazing poet, Ms. Clifton wrote unflinchingly about her struggles with cancer, kidney failure, sexual abuse and the struggles of black women in America. A rare, honest poet, Lucille Clifton will definitely be missed.

New York Times article.

Her poem “these hips” is one of my favorites:

these hips are big hips

they need space to

move around in.

they don’t fit into little

petty places. these hips

are free hips.

they don’t like to be held back.

these hips have never been enslaved,

they go where they want to go

they do what they want to do.

these hips are mighty hips.

these hips are magic hips.

i have known them

to put a spell on a man and

spin him like a top!

An interesting blog by an Episcopal minister has another of her poems up.

RIP Lucille Clifton.