Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Oh to be young, black and...
America went crazy about tween Disney moneymaker, showing off her....well, her moneymaker. ">Omg! Lolita?!?
America went crazy about tween Disney moneymaker, showing off her....well, her moneymaker. ">Omg! Lolita?!?
Monday, April 28, 2008
love is an action
I am afraid the dictionary has it all wrong.
Love is not a tender affection, a feeling of personal attachment, or a sexual need. These things are not love. Love is not just the act of intercourse, it is not a kiss or an embrace, it is not a hug or a cuddle.
Love is an action. An action. Not a feeling, a thought, or these false attachments to...security, stability, control, fulfillment...
Love is an action.
It is not an attitude, something you can just turn on and off like a decision about where to eat dinner at...
Love is an action. It is processed, performed, willed, moved.
It is still it is not still it is whole it exists it existed long before we did and will exist long after we return to the earth....
It is an action that stems from within us and connects us to the rest of humanity.... It is a consciousness far greater than any of us will ever be, would ever be without it...
Love is not a tender affection, a feeling of personal attachment, or a sexual need. These things are not love. Love is not just the act of intercourse, it is not a kiss or an embrace, it is not a hug or a cuddle.
Love is an action. An action. Not a feeling, a thought, or these false attachments to...security, stability, control, fulfillment...
Love is an action.
It is not an attitude, something you can just turn on and off like a decision about where to eat dinner at...
Love is an action. It is processed, performed, willed, moved.
It is still it is not still it is whole it exists it existed long before we did and will exist long after we return to the earth....
It is an action that stems from within us and connects us to the rest of humanity.... It is a consciousness far greater than any of us will ever be, would ever be without it...
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
one sunburned arm and a glass half full
I had an appointment yesterday to check in on the state of my thyroid with my doctor. He was explaining how I have antibodies that are attacking my thyroid, so to speak, when he suddenly stops, looks at me, and asks, "Are you religous?" I answer, "Well, I am spiritual." "Good, because you cannot look at this situation like 'Why Me?' You have to recognize that there is a reason here, a fate about this. This is happening to you so...Once you start to see things from this perspective, you will see you have something to learn and it is then you will begin to heal."
How timely. This can be applied to a number of things.
I went to see Arun this week, and he gave me this chanting mantra, "Om Shom Shokavinashibhyam Namaha." Translated this means, "I pray to you, to transfer my sadness into strength." This is the chant for sadness, and coincidentally, this is also the chant for healing hypothyroidism. I asked Arun what is the connection between the thyroid, sadness, and this chant. He of course asked me, "Well, would you like me to tell you or would you like to find out for yourself?" With that, I know I must find out on my own...
I start to think about it, so I frame it like this: If cancer is an emotional disease, then is hypothyroidism an emotional disease as well? What comes first, the chicken or the egg?
Am I sad because of a dysfunctional thyroid, or was it sadness that initially brought about the antibodies to begin to attack my thyroid? And if indeed it is an emotional disease, does this say something about why the majority of people who suffer from this are women?
Now I am beginning to reframe this entire experience.
I drove back to Los Angeles this morning. The windows down, wind flying through my hair. My dog by my side, the music blasting hendrix, to joplin, to some tone-loc. I am driving and I am going fast. I finally found my CA license it's in my wallet now. I have my hand out the window, the highway rolls out ahead of me, and I am so fucking happy, so full of joy, I have got this huge silly grin on my face.
I am coming back home.
And I finally feel free.
Have a great weekend everyone! I will be off the damn computer till next week!
xoxo
-holly
How timely. This can be applied to a number of things.
I went to see Arun this week, and he gave me this chanting mantra, "Om Shom Shokavinashibhyam Namaha." Translated this means, "I pray to you, to transfer my sadness into strength." This is the chant for sadness, and coincidentally, this is also the chant for healing hypothyroidism. I asked Arun what is the connection between the thyroid, sadness, and this chant. He of course asked me, "Well, would you like me to tell you or would you like to find out for yourself?" With that, I know I must find out on my own...
I start to think about it, so I frame it like this: If cancer is an emotional disease, then is hypothyroidism an emotional disease as well? What comes first, the chicken or the egg?
Am I sad because of a dysfunctional thyroid, or was it sadness that initially brought about the antibodies to begin to attack my thyroid? And if indeed it is an emotional disease, does this say something about why the majority of people who suffer from this are women?
Now I am beginning to reframe this entire experience.
I drove back to Los Angeles this morning. The windows down, wind flying through my hair. My dog by my side, the music blasting hendrix, to joplin, to some tone-loc. I am driving and I am going fast. I finally found my CA license it's in my wallet now. I have my hand out the window, the highway rolls out ahead of me, and I am so fucking happy, so full of joy, I have got this huge silly grin on my face.
I am coming back home.
And I finally feel free.
Have a great weekend everyone! I will be off the damn computer till next week!
xoxo
-holly
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
thyroid
1. write about thyroid/ sadness
2. arun
3. class on sunday.
heythere. i saw arun today.
how was that
amazing. so glad i went. it was very healing. he asked how u were btw...
i need to see him
he gave me this mantra- to transfer sadness into strength. its interesting tho- not only is it the mantra for that, but its also the mantra for heaing hypo-thyroid. coincidence?
will u look at this quickly
http://www.non-gravity.com/team_ellie/hollywoodenflames_sketch.jpg
6:15 PM
lookin at link now and wow to the coincidence!!!
really i dont think it loos like me
no, not really, there's something in the essence that's like you
its hard to draw people ya know. my family guy charcter looks weiiiird. i look like a grandma or something
i am suppoesed to give him some notes. what do you think. i think my body should be fire, not like, naked nextto it
you should def have more fire and less naked. i would feel weird. haha!
the face and hair also don't look very much like you. there's something in the posture...esp the hands and arms, that is like you...
he is ggonna work on the likeness.
and the back arching..when you're all lady mc. fierce
6:20 PM
yah. totes hate the nakkid.
when are you coming home today?
hopefully in 30..and if so, wold love to jog
or soemthing
well, miss no eaty here would like to go for a walk before i leave town, but no jogging.
ok
sometimes fasting is good
you don't want to gag your emotions
but also, clean , thoughtful eating is also good to nurture and heal
yeah arun was like, danielle don't eat until you have an appetite. make sure i drink tho
absolute
and then noursihing foods ,like hot soups.
you can make yourself sick if you're not calm when you eat
good idea! soups!
that's easy to flow with
that arun. such a smartie pants.
i know right
when i told him what happened, he said more to help me than anyone has.
i'm curious
He said I have to find support elsewhere. That I have to find something to recreate the fire within me. That i need to set out purpose in my day. I need to process the grieving. - i need to grief for the feeling of love and stability being gone, and then i need to find the joy, in that it exists, and that it will come again one day when i am ready and not looking.
I will process the grief if i try to understand his motivations from his perspective
that's pretty similar to what peeps been saying...just maybe more eloquent
hm
yah. i know.
that's a weird one
but no, i understand
i like how he said that i haveto surrender the emotion.
if you look at it that way, with a meditative egoless mind, i'm sure it can be quite enlightening
i do like that too
then its YOURS
you OWN this
oh, i think with the whole, his perspective, thing, is just a lot like, look this guy - whats his deal about? and not so much like, oh, i am not loved anymore. like, taking objective distance. like, us anaylizing our men
word
anyways, he did point out, that i was different this time around. and that i gave and grew more with this relationship, even if ben didnt. but, now, i just have more places to grow ,so next time, it will be even more comfortable so to speak
2. arun
3. class on sunday.
heythere. i saw arun today.
how was that
amazing. so glad i went. it was very healing. he asked how u were btw...
i need to see him
he gave me this mantra- to transfer sadness into strength. its interesting tho- not only is it the mantra for that, but its also the mantra for heaing hypo-thyroid. coincidence?
will u look at this quickly
http://www.non-gravity.com/team_ellie/hollywoodenflames_sketch.jpg
6:15 PM
lookin at link now and wow to the coincidence!!!
really i dont think it loos like me
no, not really, there's something in the essence that's like you
its hard to draw people ya know. my family guy charcter looks weiiiird. i look like a grandma or something
i am suppoesed to give him some notes. what do you think. i think my body should be fire, not like, naked nextto it
you should def have more fire and less naked. i would feel weird. haha!
the face and hair also don't look very much like you. there's something in the posture...esp the hands and arms, that is like you...
he is ggonna work on the likeness.
and the back arching..when you're all lady mc. fierce
6:20 PM
yah. totes hate the nakkid.
when are you coming home today?
hopefully in 30..and if so, wold love to jog
or soemthing
well, miss no eaty here would like to go for a walk before i leave town, but no jogging.
ok
sometimes fasting is good
you don't want to gag your emotions
but also, clean , thoughtful eating is also good to nurture and heal
yeah arun was like, danielle don't eat until you have an appetite. make sure i drink tho
absolute
and then noursihing foods ,like hot soups.
you can make yourself sick if you're not calm when you eat
good idea! soups!
that's easy to flow with
that arun. such a smartie pants.
i know right
when i told him what happened, he said more to help me than anyone has.
i'm curious
He said I have to find support elsewhere. That I have to find something to recreate the fire within me. That i need to set out purpose in my day. I need to process the grieving. - i need to grief for the feeling of love and stability being gone, and then i need to find the joy, in that it exists, and that it will come again one day when i am ready and not looking.
I will process the grief if i try to understand his motivations from his perspective
that's pretty similar to what peeps been saying...just maybe more eloquent
hm
yah. i know.
that's a weird one
but no, i understand
i like how he said that i haveto surrender the emotion.
if you look at it that way, with a meditative egoless mind, i'm sure it can be quite enlightening
i do like that too
then its YOURS
you OWN this
oh, i think with the whole, his perspective, thing, is just a lot like, look this guy - whats his deal about? and not so much like, oh, i am not loved anymore. like, taking objective distance. like, us anaylizing our men
word
anyways, he did point out, that i was different this time around. and that i gave and grew more with this relationship, even if ben didnt. but, now, i just have more places to grow ,so next time, it will be even more comfortable so to speak
bette davis eyes
"I am just too much" - Bette
Fasten Your Seat Belts: The Essential Bette Davis May 2-May 31
The series kicks off with Jezebel!
Oh, how I heart Bette Davis. From "The best time I ever had with Joan Crawford was when I pushed her down the stairs in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" to "I'm the nicest goddamn dame that ever lived," she just sets the sparklers off.
Fasten Your Seat Belts: The Essential Bette Davis May 2-May 31
The series kicks off with Jezebel!
Oh, how I heart Bette Davis. From "The best time I ever had with Joan Crawford was when I pushed her down the stairs in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" to "I'm the nicest goddamn dame that ever lived," she just sets the sparklers off.
Sigh...
Here's to all the old people in Pennsylvania voting for Clinton. They are pissed off because there are more senior residents in Florida and those old fogies got the beach and warm weather....
Now we get to wait and see what happens in Indiana and North Carolina.
This primary has moved from suspense building to having bypassed a climax and is now just drifting along into the world of - "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!"
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Death and the Ploughman
Yeah!!! The SITI Company is back in LA!
After a couple of years on the shelf, Death and the Ploughman returns to touring all over the world. A hauntingly beautiful play written in Germany in 1401 that tells the story of a man who loses his beloved wife in her prime and demands some answers for his ensuing pain. He asks Death to respond.
Death and the Ploughman will be at the Luckman Fine Arts Center in Los Angeles, THIS WEEK, April 24-27.
Tix are $30 but if you want to go with a bunch of trained Siti fools on Fri, we get a discount rate. Party afterwards!
Check it yo.
After a couple of years on the shelf, Death and the Ploughman returns to touring all over the world. A hauntingly beautiful play written in Germany in 1401 that tells the story of a man who loses his beloved wife in her prime and demands some answers for his ensuing pain. He asks Death to respond.
Death and the Ploughman will be at the Luckman Fine Arts Center in Los Angeles, THIS WEEK, April 24-27.
Tix are $30 but if you want to go with a bunch of trained Siti fools on Fri, we get a discount rate. Party afterwards!
Check it yo.
GLOW!
This shit needs to make a comeback.
- Nasty and Mean -
....
It was like a beautiful summer day today. Barnsdall Art Park is a rockin again. Go on up there for the view, the best grass, and maybe you will run into me and Bella...
- Nasty and Mean -
....
It was like a beautiful summer day today. Barnsdall Art Park is a rockin again. Go on up there for the view, the best grass, and maybe you will run into me and Bella...
because it is true...
I have always turned to the pen my entire life. I write to articulate my thoughts. I write so that I may question, may think. And I write as an agent. I write to turn experience into something we can share. I write because I have to.
For my readers who are dear friends, who know me a well and long time, I am sure most of you remember the infamous - Thirty Years After the Sexual Revolution... and You Wonder Why I Left You - performance of mine in college. I have always written and performed about my experiences, maybe hoping that I can grow from them, find some tangible truth, and to bring joy and laughter out into the world. This has not changed, however evolved, currently, from at times a stage, to at oh these wild modern times, a blog. From - He still has my underwear, to, well, now I think he still has my vibrator...The stories, the people, they change. But not really. Its all one story - a human story. And it's mine. And it's mine to do as I please with. I try to be respectful of others and play nicely. But above all, its about me figuring things out. Questioning, thinking, to transfer something to that which is greater. I want joy. I live for shared experience.
I can't remember it verbatim, but Tony Kushner once said that the beauty of the human race is our capacity for change, for with that, we have the capacity for hope. In fact, I think it is this key note, that is the spine of all of his plays and work. This belief infuses his life so greatly, it is always connected to his pen his computer somehow.
Because it is true.
But most people, they are terrified of change. They are terrified of leaps of faith, of raising the stakes, and of themselves.
Say what you will about me, but I live with intention.
Mindfulness.
I had some posts up on Sunday and Monday that I took down last night. I am not sure why. Because TB mentioned them? He said he didn't care. They aren't about "him" though. They are my honest thoughts and feelings on trying to figure out what in the fuck is going on. They will probably go back up sometime.
I am thankful for all my friends who came over last night. You remind me of how blessed my life is. You always bring me joy and true nourishment. Thank you....
At this point, although entirely unsure as to how this fits into the Kübler-Ross model, I do just feel kind of disappointed.
For the past three and a half weeks I have been taking mood affecting, adrenal gland swinging, yoyo emotion making birth control pills. You know, I have never taken these in my entire life up until the fertile young age of, now. TB and I talked about it for a long time and then I decided it would be the right choice. When I made that decision however, I did have in mind that we would be together long past the 3 months of side effects...I try not to live with regrets, so I can't say I wish I could have taken that back. I just wish maybe TB would have waited, and been there with me. Knowing that I was different, was all over the place, because, well, it was for us right? Shit. Well, one thing, among the many I have learned, is that I sure as hell am not going to ever take the pill again. For the rest of my wonderful life.
But it's not about the birth control. That's so not it. It's about him.
At the end the the day, there is nothing to do when someone says they don't love you. There is no action for that.
There are no words to describe the pain of the man you love telling you he is relieved that you have broken up. And there is no patch for hearing him say that suddenly, you just aren't the girl he sees his future with. In my humble opinion tho, his glasses were always dirty.
I can leave from this learning a few things.
I was so dead set on being single when we met. I didn't want to commit to anyone. I had been resistant to that for so long. But commit I did. I committed with all of my intention and integrity. I loved.
My capacity for love is massive.
I am not afraid.
Shit happens in life. Things come up, problems arise...You need a partner who really has your back. In words, in actions...
in commitment.
For my readers who are dear friends, who know me a well and long time, I am sure most of you remember the infamous - Thirty Years After the Sexual Revolution... and You Wonder Why I Left You - performance of mine in college. I have always written and performed about my experiences, maybe hoping that I can grow from them, find some tangible truth, and to bring joy and laughter out into the world. This has not changed, however evolved, currently, from at times a stage, to at oh these wild modern times, a blog. From - He still has my underwear, to, well, now I think he still has my vibrator...The stories, the people, they change. But not really. Its all one story - a human story. And it's mine. And it's mine to do as I please with. I try to be respectful of others and play nicely. But above all, its about me figuring things out. Questioning, thinking, to transfer something to that which is greater. I want joy. I live for shared experience.
I can't remember it verbatim, but Tony Kushner once said that the beauty of the human race is our capacity for change, for with that, we have the capacity for hope. In fact, I think it is this key note, that is the spine of all of his plays and work. This belief infuses his life so greatly, it is always connected to his pen his computer somehow.
Because it is true.
But most people, they are terrified of change. They are terrified of leaps of faith, of raising the stakes, and of themselves.
Say what you will about me, but I live with intention.
Mindfulness.
I had some posts up on Sunday and Monday that I took down last night. I am not sure why. Because TB mentioned them? He said he didn't care. They aren't about "him" though. They are my honest thoughts and feelings on trying to figure out what in the fuck is going on. They will probably go back up sometime.
I am thankful for all my friends who came over last night. You remind me of how blessed my life is. You always bring me joy and true nourishment. Thank you....
At this point, although entirely unsure as to how this fits into the Kübler-Ross model, I do just feel kind of disappointed.
For the past three and a half weeks I have been taking mood affecting, adrenal gland swinging, yoyo emotion making birth control pills. You know, I have never taken these in my entire life up until the fertile young age of, now. TB and I talked about it for a long time and then I decided it would be the right choice. When I made that decision however, I did have in mind that we would be together long past the 3 months of side effects...I try not to live with regrets, so I can't say I wish I could have taken that back. I just wish maybe TB would have waited, and been there with me. Knowing that I was different, was all over the place, because, well, it was for us right? Shit. Well, one thing, among the many I have learned, is that I sure as hell am not going to ever take the pill again. For the rest of my wonderful life.
But it's not about the birth control. That's so not it. It's about him.
At the end the the day, there is nothing to do when someone says they don't love you. There is no action for that.
There are no words to describe the pain of the man you love telling you he is relieved that you have broken up. And there is no patch for hearing him say that suddenly, you just aren't the girl he sees his future with. In my humble opinion tho, his glasses were always dirty.
I can leave from this learning a few things.
I was so dead set on being single when we met. I didn't want to commit to anyone. I had been resistant to that for so long. But commit I did. I committed with all of my intention and integrity. I loved.
My capacity for love is massive.
I am not afraid.
Shit happens in life. Things come up, problems arise...You need a partner who really has your back. In words, in actions...
in commitment.
Monday, April 21, 2008
family ties...
hi there
you're up early
Hi L. Your brother broke up with me yesterday.
wtf
i'm sorry
It came out of nowhere.
sounds like it
i dont understand.
yeah that's very startling to me too
I can't quite grasp how one day we are talking about moving in together and then in 24 hours he suddenly decides he doesnt love me anymore. I don't know how in the hell that works...
i've been there
i have no idea
he certainly never gave me any indication
i'm so sorry
If you don't mind me asking, has he ever lived with a girl before? I am wondering if he just freaked out...
he hasn't
so yeah, maybe that is it
i don't think he has ever been in a REALLY serious relationshi
p
I think he thinks that everything is always going to be just positive and always easy. and thats just not true. relationships take work, and he said he didn't want to try...
what a fucker. this makes me very mad
i have to go because my break is over and class is starting. and becuase I am the professor, i can't IM during class like i assume my students do
i apologize on behalf of my retarded brother
k. bye.
who i know loved you
you're up early
Hi L. Your brother broke up with me yesterday.
wtf
i'm sorry
It came out of nowhere.
sounds like it
i dont understand.
yeah that's very startling to me too
I can't quite grasp how one day we are talking about moving in together and then in 24 hours he suddenly decides he doesnt love me anymore. I don't know how in the hell that works...
i've been there
i have no idea
he certainly never gave me any indication
i'm so sorry
If you don't mind me asking, has he ever lived with a girl before? I am wondering if he just freaked out...
he hasn't
so yeah, maybe that is it
i don't think he has ever been in a REALLY serious relationshi
p
I think he thinks that everything is always going to be just positive and always easy. and thats just not true. relationships take work, and he said he didn't want to try...
what a fucker. this makes me very mad
i have to go because my break is over and class is starting. and becuase I am the professor, i can't IM during class like i assume my students do
i apologize on behalf of my retarded brother
k. bye.
who i know loved you
Sunday, April 20, 2008
I don't know what to do
You know, I never grew up imagining my wedding.
I never pictured what type of dress I would wear, what vows I would say, what vows he would say...I never saw myself watching a man I love break the glass, and I never pictured myself in the bridal chair being held high in the air above all my friends and family.
I never saw myself as having kids, and visions of me teaching them, playing with them, having a family of my own.
One day recently I was talking to my friend Phil who said, "Yah, you don't see yourself getting married until, you know, the one..."
I thought I had found my beshert, my destiny. In the most random of all men to come across. I gave my love, the best, and the worst of me.
How does "I love you" translate two days later into "I don't think this is beshert."
How does "We would have really cute kids" turn into "Our personalities just don't match."
What am I supposed to do/say/make of this?
I never saw a future with a man until I fell in love with Ben.
And now he is done. He says he doesn't want to work on it.
How can I tell him nothing worth it is so easy all of the time.
How can a man ask you to commit to him, tell you he loves you, and then just out of the blue decide he is done?
From a week ago talking about moving in together, or away together....
Last night he went out with a friend of his. God knows what they did. I didn't hear from him all night, not even a goodnight text.
Not normal for him.
This morning I wake up feeling strange. I didn't hear from him all day - I still haven't eaten. He suddenly stops over at 5. I open the door; he backs away so as to not kiss me.
He comes into my studio, sits down, and I know what is coming out of his mouth. I want to stop it, to cover him in kisses and love...But he says "This just isn't working," and I am about to faint.
I am about to vomit on my floor.
I am about to let loose a dam of tears but I wait until 5 minutes later when I tell him to leave.
He is on his way to a concert on the westside right now.
I am heartbroken, I feel like I have lost the love of my life.
He doesn't think I am the love of his life though. And so he goes to a concert.
Where did the love go? What does he think, that love takes no work? Did he want to cheat on me? Or was it just that - I see myself wanting to be with him forever, and he sees someone else....
Please god help me...
I don't know what to do.....
I never pictured what type of dress I would wear, what vows I would say, what vows he would say...I never saw myself watching a man I love break the glass, and I never pictured myself in the bridal chair being held high in the air above all my friends and family.
I never saw myself as having kids, and visions of me teaching them, playing with them, having a family of my own.
One day recently I was talking to my friend Phil who said, "Yah, you don't see yourself getting married until, you know, the one..."
I thought I had found my beshert, my destiny. In the most random of all men to come across. I gave my love, the best, and the worst of me.
How does "I love you" translate two days later into "I don't think this is beshert."
How does "We would have really cute kids" turn into "Our personalities just don't match."
What am I supposed to do/say/make of this?
I never saw a future with a man until I fell in love with Ben.
And now he is done. He says he doesn't want to work on it.
How can I tell him nothing worth it is so easy all of the time.
How can a man ask you to commit to him, tell you he loves you, and then just out of the blue decide he is done?
From a week ago talking about moving in together, or away together....
Last night he went out with a friend of his. God knows what they did. I didn't hear from him all night, not even a goodnight text.
Not normal for him.
This morning I wake up feeling strange. I didn't hear from him all day - I still haven't eaten. He suddenly stops over at 5. I open the door; he backs away so as to not kiss me.
He comes into my studio, sits down, and I know what is coming out of his mouth. I want to stop it, to cover him in kisses and love...But he says "This just isn't working," and I am about to faint.
I am about to vomit on my floor.
I am about to let loose a dam of tears but I wait until 5 minutes later when I tell him to leave.
He is on his way to a concert on the westside right now.
I am heartbroken, I feel like I have lost the love of my life.
He doesn't think I am the love of his life though. And so he goes to a concert.
Where did the love go? What does he think, that love takes no work? Did he want to cheat on me? Or was it just that - I see myself wanting to be with him forever, and he sees someone else....
Please god help me...
I don't know what to do.....
Sunday, April 13, 2008
this week in chicks...
Oh to be young, black and...
Way to go CBS. It's fucking 2008 and just now this becomes news? Exactly who puts out all the high-profile Laci Peterson cases in the media? Umm...corporations like...Umm (Sorry, I'm a girl - this thinking thingy is hard. Oh!!! You?
If you are young, black and pregnant, the US media/politicos could give a fuck if you are murdered. Just as long as you ain't getting no damn abortions... And that goes for every race.
Court judge Muhammed Al-Qathic stepped up to the plate and arrested 8 year old Nojoud Muhammed Nasser's father and husband for sexual and domestic dispute in Yemen this week.
Nojoud said “Whenever I wanted to play in the yard he beat me and asked me to go to the bedroom with him."
The Save the Children organization does an annual ranking of best to worst countries for mothers. The ranking is determined by:
* Lifetime risk of maternal mortality;
* Percentage of women using modern contraception;
* Skilled attendant at delivery;
* Female life expectancy;
* Expected number of years of formal schooling for females;
* Ratio of estimated female-to-male earned income;
* Maternity leave benefits;
* Participation of women in national government;
* Under-5 mortality rate;
* Percentage of children under age 5 moderately or severely underweight;
* School enrollment ratios;
* Ratio of girls to boys enrolled in primary school and;
* Percentage of population with access to safe water.
Yemen happens to be at the bottom of the list, with only Sierra Leone and Niger ranking below.
The Unites States? In the 26th place, ranking after Latvia, Czech, Slovenia (basically - a bunch of fucking countries that Americans couldn't point out on a map if their lives depended on it...) Score again for Team America!
Why don't girls play guitar? Maybe teachers should stop forcing them to play the fucking flute in kindergarden.
And on that note, that reminds me of a teacher I had in elementary school who was always yelling at me to keep my ankles crossed under my desk. It wasn't fair! All the boys sat with their legs wide apart.
Sexism...It's everywhere I go. And unlike my Visa card, it will never max out.
To end this post, I will stop with two different links. Both of a sad and twisted nature. Hopefully, next week will be a better week for women and girls in the world.
Move over MILF island! We are taking your polygamous ass to Incest Ranchxxx!
Ai papi, that feels good! Oh papi, harder! AI! PAPI!
“Does feminist mean large unpleasant person who'll shout at you or someone who believes women are human beings. To me it's the latter, so I sign up.” - Margaret Atwood
Way to go CBS. It's fucking 2008 and just now this becomes news? Exactly who puts out all the high-profile Laci Peterson cases in the media? Umm...corporations like...Umm (Sorry, I'm a girl - this thinking thingy is hard. Oh!!! You?
If you are young, black and pregnant, the US media/politicos could give a fuck if you are murdered. Just as long as you ain't getting no damn abortions... And that goes for every race.
Court judge Muhammed Al-Qathic stepped up to the plate and arrested 8 year old Nojoud Muhammed Nasser's father and husband for sexual and domestic dispute in Yemen this week.
Nojoud said “Whenever I wanted to play in the yard he beat me and asked me to go to the bedroom with him."
The Save the Children organization does an annual ranking of best to worst countries for mothers. The ranking is determined by:
* Lifetime risk of maternal mortality;
* Percentage of women using modern contraception;
* Skilled attendant at delivery;
* Female life expectancy;
* Expected number of years of formal schooling for females;
* Ratio of estimated female-to-male earned income;
* Maternity leave benefits;
* Participation of women in national government;
* Under-5 mortality rate;
* Percentage of children under age 5 moderately or severely underweight;
* School enrollment ratios;
* Ratio of girls to boys enrolled in primary school and;
* Percentage of population with access to safe water.
Yemen happens to be at the bottom of the list, with only Sierra Leone and Niger ranking below.
The Unites States? In the 26th place, ranking after Latvia, Czech, Slovenia (basically - a bunch of fucking countries that Americans couldn't point out on a map if their lives depended on it...) Score again for Team America!
Why don't girls play guitar? Maybe teachers should stop forcing them to play the fucking flute in kindergarden.
And on that note, that reminds me of a teacher I had in elementary school who was always yelling at me to keep my ankles crossed under my desk. It wasn't fair! All the boys sat with their legs wide apart.
Sexism...It's everywhere I go. And unlike my Visa card, it will never max out.
To end this post, I will stop with two different links. Both of a sad and twisted nature. Hopefully, next week will be a better week for women and girls in the world.
Move over MILF island! We are taking your polygamous ass to Incest Ranchxxx!
Ai papi, that feels good! Oh papi, harder! AI! PAPI!
“Does feminist mean large unpleasant person who'll shout at you or someone who believes women are human beings. To me it's the latter, so I sign up.” - Margaret Atwood
Saturday, April 12, 2008
oy! the fucking market....
My car was towed this morning.
This pic is slightly making me feel better.
Come to the derby game tonight.
And PS: to my dear friend who was too busy hanging out at a BBQ to take me to the tow lot - "YOU'RE AN ASS!" jk, really. sometimes a bitch needs to drink beer and eat meat at noon. Not me of course. Ass.
This pic is slightly making me feel better.
Come to the derby game tonight.
And PS: to my dear friend who was too busy hanging out at a BBQ to take me to the tow lot - "YOU'RE AN ASS!" jk, really. sometimes a bitch needs to drink beer and eat meat at noon. Not me of course. Ass.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Dear Diary,
Dear Diary,
Last Friday I went to see: Sex(Ed) Diaries - Visions and Voices over at USC. I was so excited; I mean, really! With a press release that started off like this... "You can’t promise a girl like Julie you’ll be true to her and show up with a case of syphilis.”—Where the Girls Are (1969)...How could you possibly go wrong?
But go wrong ya did!
To sum it up in a short version I will say - It was like me hosting a "Sexuality and Artistic Oppression: A Historical and Modern Dissection of 'the woman' and her role/s in the commercial world of Acting" lecture, and then when everyone has arrived and is seated, I perform a crappy monologue that I wrote for all my guests.
Then everyone gets snacks afterwards.
But I know you! And you, my dear diary, do not want the short version! You loath the short version. You see that context is everything and brevity is useless and my witty titling will not truly recreate the evening for you in a way so that you too can feel like you were there and thinking it was so lame at the same time that I was there!
So, here you go my buddy. This is the longest version I can possibly write in an incredibly short time period because I have to go for a run real soon because it just feels so good.
- My friends and I arrived and the hall was full. We sat alongside the walls until a spider scared a couple of us into some seats that became available as some people had left.
-I saw this guy in the audience that seriously looked like Spencer Pratt. Only it wasn't, but it's hilarious to think that SP would ever go to an lecture like this. What is sad, however, is that I know and would recognize that douchebag in general though. I guess its a little fitting after his plastic friend was mislabeled a modern feminist hero by some dumbass at the NY Times.
- I thought we were going to see screenings of sex-ed videos from the 50's to now. You know why I thought that? Because that's what the pr said!!!! Basically we got to see a few edited (they took out all cuts of diseases, penises, etc.. and I heard these were graphic - is that why? Like USC kids ain't ever seen an std... I am sooo not buying that shit) reels from 3 military films, and a couple of "relationship/ dating" films. The military films all taught that you can't tell if a woman is clean from the outside, and that women are dirty carriers of filth and disease! Wear a rubber! If you don't you can get gonorrhea and die! Wear a rubber!
-The lecture was completely disorganized. There were two women and two incredibly ancient men on the stage. They had nothing remotely interesting or thought-provoking to share. They didn't bring any idea to a reasonable conclusion. They asked for people to talk about what type of sex-education they had when younger, which led into an incredibly long time period of undergrad kids sharing their fucking lame stories like a therapy session. Oh, and guess what, the organizer, Brenda Goodman, really used this event to trick us into to seeing clips from the documentary she is making about sex-ed in America. Oh! And guess what?! It basically consists of short edited moment of historical vids which were already made, and then little clips of kids in in the USC quad sharing their "education."
-In conclusion; I could give a fuck about the majority of students over at USC and what their (blatant gross generalization coming up) totally elitist bullshit theories especially when pertaining to sex deal with. If you want to preview your film, do it. Just don't hide it behind something that I would mistake for some cool shit.
Btw, you have to do more than just give your audience free brownies and coffee. I want substance, not empty calories.
It would have been really awesome if they had just shown all the videos they have in their archives.
It would also be really awesome if someone who didn't go to USC made a dope-ass documentary on this incredible subject...
Maybe someone...like you!
xoxox-
holly
Last Friday I went to see: Sex(Ed) Diaries - Visions and Voices over at USC. I was so excited; I mean, really! With a press release that started off like this... "You can’t promise a girl like Julie you’ll be true to her and show up with a case of syphilis.”—Where the Girls Are (1969)...How could you possibly go wrong?
But go wrong ya did!
To sum it up in a short version I will say - It was like me hosting a "Sexuality and Artistic Oppression: A Historical and Modern Dissection of 'the woman' and her role/s in the commercial world of Acting" lecture, and then when everyone has arrived and is seated, I perform a crappy monologue that I wrote for all my guests.
Then everyone gets snacks afterwards.
But I know you! And you, my dear diary, do not want the short version! You loath the short version. You see that context is everything and brevity is useless and my witty titling will not truly recreate the evening for you in a way so that you too can feel like you were there and thinking it was so lame at the same time that I was there!
So, here you go my buddy. This is the longest version I can possibly write in an incredibly short time period because I have to go for a run real soon because it just feels so good.
- My friends and I arrived and the hall was full. We sat alongside the walls until a spider scared a couple of us into some seats that became available as some people had left.
-I saw this guy in the audience that seriously looked like Spencer Pratt. Only it wasn't, but it's hilarious to think that SP would ever go to an lecture like this. What is sad, however, is that I know and would recognize that douchebag in general though. I guess its a little fitting after his plastic friend was mislabeled a modern feminist hero by some dumbass at the NY Times.
- I thought we were going to see screenings of sex-ed videos from the 50's to now. You know why I thought that? Because that's what the pr said!!!! Basically we got to see a few edited (they took out all cuts of diseases, penises, etc.. and I heard these were graphic - is that why? Like USC kids ain't ever seen an std... I am sooo not buying that shit) reels from 3 military films, and a couple of "relationship/ dating" films. The military films all taught that you can't tell if a woman is clean from the outside, and that women are dirty carriers of filth and disease! Wear a rubber! If you don't you can get gonorrhea and die! Wear a rubber!
-The lecture was completely disorganized. There were two women and two incredibly ancient men on the stage. They had nothing remotely interesting or thought-provoking to share. They didn't bring any idea to a reasonable conclusion. They asked for people to talk about what type of sex-education they had when younger, which led into an incredibly long time period of undergrad kids sharing their fucking lame stories like a therapy session. Oh, and guess what, the organizer, Brenda Goodman, really used this event to trick us into to seeing clips from the documentary she is making about sex-ed in America. Oh! And guess what?! It basically consists of short edited moment of historical vids which were already made, and then little clips of kids in in the USC quad sharing their "education."
-In conclusion; I could give a fuck about the majority of students over at USC and what their (blatant gross generalization coming up) totally elitist bullshit theories especially when pertaining to sex deal with. If you want to preview your film, do it. Just don't hide it behind something that I would mistake for some cool shit.
Btw, you have to do more than just give your audience free brownies and coffee. I want substance, not empty calories.
It would have been really awesome if they had just shown all the videos they have in their archives.
It would also be really awesome if someone who didn't go to USC made a dope-ass documentary on this incredible subject...
Maybe someone...like you!
xoxox-
holly
Thursday, April 3, 2008
back to the locker room...
Sex(ed) Diaries
Visions and Voices
Friday, April 4, 2008 : 7:30pm to 9:30pm
University Park Campus
Eileen Norris Cinema Theatre
Admission is free. A reception will follow.
“You can’t promise a girl like Julie you’ll be true to her and show up with a case of syphilis.”—Where the Girls Are (1969)
Remember how you learned about sex? The sex-ed films from the ’50s, ’60s, ’70s, ’80s, ’90s and ’00s were often hilarious, sometimes instructive and almost always embarrassing. However, they also reflect changing moral, cultural and political attitudes in the United States. Join us for a screening of these forgotten classics. Learn the dangers of heavy petting. Observe the proper way to impart healthy sexual attitudes to your child without ever mentioning penetration. And note the warning signs of the most dangerous venereal diseases. Then listen to interviews with the USC community about their memories of sex-ed films and the films’ effect (or lack thereof) on the developing teenage psyche.
Following the screening, a panel of experts will explore the social implications of these films. Panelists will include Robert Eberwein, author of Sex Ed: Film, Video and the Framework of Desire; Rick Prelinger, who maintains the largest archive of sex-ed films in the United States; USC cinematic-arts professor Brenda Goodman; and Valerie Schwan from the USC Moving Image Archive.
Organized by Brenda Goodman (Cinematic Arts).
For further information on this event:
visionsandvoices@usc.edu
Visions and Voices
Friday, April 4, 2008 : 7:30pm to 9:30pm
University Park Campus
Eileen Norris Cinema Theatre
Admission is free. A reception will follow.
“You can’t promise a girl like Julie you’ll be true to her and show up with a case of syphilis.”—Where the Girls Are (1969)
Remember how you learned about sex? The sex-ed films from the ’50s, ’60s, ’70s, ’80s, ’90s and ’00s were often hilarious, sometimes instructive and almost always embarrassing. However, they also reflect changing moral, cultural and political attitudes in the United States. Join us for a screening of these forgotten classics. Learn the dangers of heavy petting. Observe the proper way to impart healthy sexual attitudes to your child without ever mentioning penetration. And note the warning signs of the most dangerous venereal diseases. Then listen to interviews with the USC community about their memories of sex-ed films and the films’ effect (or lack thereof) on the developing teenage psyche.
Following the screening, a panel of experts will explore the social implications of these films. Panelists will include Robert Eberwein, author of Sex Ed: Film, Video and the Framework of Desire; Rick Prelinger, who maintains the largest archive of sex-ed films in the United States; USC cinematic-arts professor Brenda Goodman; and Valerie Schwan from the USC Moving Image Archive.
Organized by Brenda Goodman (Cinematic Arts).
For further information on this event:
visionsandvoices@usc.edu
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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