December 13, 2013
Beyonce: The Feminist

Beyonce featured the following segment of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s feminist speech on her song “Fearless”:

“We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, you can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise, you would threaten the man. Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support but why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors not for jobs or accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.”

“Feminist: a person who believes in the social, political, economic equality of the sexes.”

She had the following statement in “Partition”:

"Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? Le sexe. Je veux dire, l’activité physique. Le coït. Tu aimes ça? Tu ne t’interesses pas au sexe? Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe, mais c’est une activité très stimulante et naturelle que les femmes adorent."

Which translates to: 

"Do you like sex? Sex. I mean, the physical activity. Coitus. Do you like it? You’re not interested in sex? Men think that feminists hate sex, but it’s a very stimulating and natural activity that women love."

Bey’s version of feminism doesn’t sit well with everyone. It doesn’t have to. She doesn’t owe it to any of us to be what we want her to be. However, I think she is making strides and saying important things. And I am always here for nuanced, sex-positive womanism/feminism.  

January 7, 2013

Walls made grey by the blur of the black and white papers I push are staring back at me. My sadness reverberates off of the cubicle making it impossible to think of anything but you. You could stop time. Our love held the world in place. Our lovemaking turned it topsy-turvy. My head over my heels, I felt the rush of tumbling to life every time we touched. We fit a universe between the four walls of your bedroom. I was content to explore it indefinitely.

But the weight of our union made Atlas shrug. You weren’t ready for a love like this. The dense thickness almost swallowed you whole. And as you buckled under the pressure, I cried oceans of tears. I cried forty days and forty nights and moved no mountains. So, I roared with hell-fire made hot from anger, pain, and disappointment. I scorched our earth. I lay spent in our ashes. Too tired to thumb a ride to a new earth with the next passerby in the night sky, I flung my hitchhiker’s guide out of sight and out of mind. And prepared myself for the long process of building a new world with you from the remains.

October 14, 2012
Challenge accepted.

I have accepted a writing challenge. I must write every day 30 days. This won’t be easy. Squeezing these words into tiny spaces of free time seems a near impossible task. And I definitely don’t have time to post these musings on my blog every day. But I will write. And I will post when I can. And my life will be better for it. I hope.

Making myself write every day will force me to think more about my path and passion. It’s easy to get caught up in the daily grind. Everything seems so urgent. So pressing. And when there is a break in the weight, I just want to collapse on my sofa and lose myself in whatever Bravo or the Science channel happens to be showing. But this blog is about doing. It’s about trying. So, I will put pen to paper every day in the hopes that laying my thoughts bare and being accountable (to myself and the other challenge participants) will bring me closer to my purpose.

October 13, 2012
Flighty?! F*ck You.

Flighty. This world was used to describe me by a snarky (to put it politely) person who, at the time, I considered a close friend. When I try to wrap the word around myself, it doesn’t fit. I wake up Monday - Friday, weariness be damned, in the 5 o’clock hour. I sit up, swing my legs over the side of the bed, and sit there for a while to gather myself. Each step in my morning routine brings me closer to arriving at the 8 to 4 job that often keeps me there far later. I pay my mortgage. I give Verizon my first born every month. I go to school full-time so I can be upwardly mobile. Mobile, period. Some days I want to run away. But instead of breaking into a full sprint in the opposite direction, I keep moving toward the things I need to do whether I want to or not. Flighty? I don’t think so. 

September 22, 2012

any harsh, difficult, or prolonged questioning
the act of inquiring; inquiry; research
an investigation

September 19, 2012
If you ask me, I’m ready.

Some people’s passion finds them. Born with otherworldly talent, a music career is spun from albums and appearances. A physics class in high school ignites an interest that grows into a career as an engineer. But what do you do if your passion hasn’t found you? How do you find it? I don’t really know the answer to that question. I suppose you start somewhere. So, here is my beginning. Armed with a world full of things to try and a blog, I am leading an inquisition. 

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