All likes. All good reads. For some not-likes, check out the comment section on The Story Women Need to Tell.
Your Fatwa Does Not Apply Here: Muslims artists battle fundamentalism, in Pakistan creativity, beauty, courage, and risk.
Childhood is a foreign country by Aisha Ashraf. “Countries and experiences may change but the magic’s still the same.”
Stuff Expat Aid Workers Like Can’t believe I just found this website now. Loads of good sarcastic stuff here.
And I liked that we survived Lucy’s 8-year birthday party. Love my kids and love that there is now another year until the birthday season strikes again.
Had to improvise, couldn’t find the skinny candles anywhere. So based on what the stores had: six soccer balls, one number 8, and one fairy princess. Which means Lucy is an 8-year old fairy princess football warrior. Perfect.
Ascetic Consumerism and the Violence of Photography, made me think of D.L. Mayfield’s War Photographers series. “All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.”
And from my very own Minneapolis, I love this: Minneapolis Woman Shames Catcalling Douche with Hilarious Craigslist ad. Just so we’re all clear after my sexual harassment post on Monday, this stuff happens everywhere. Current town and hometown.
“So, that’s where we were. Me, minding my own business. You, apparently observing my ass. At that point you had options. You could have driven past me and said nothing. You could have turned up your radio and waved, ensconcing us in some beats and camaraderie. You could have shouted out, “Happy Friday! Yeehaw!” Any of those options would have been great. I probably would have waved, smiled, and started my weekend on the same high note as you.
Instead, you chose the most pathetic option available to you: You leaned out of your window and made some ridiculous series of leering comments about whether I was wearing a thong, right as the light changed and you peeled off, pleased with yourself and saved from any consequences.”
I loved this, I Am Woman by Aliyah Jacobs on SheLoves. Hit a nerve this week for me. Which nerve, you ask? You know, that harassment nerve. I guess there was a theme to the week.
I am Woman
I choose to be undefined. Undefeated but despised.
Rejected. Dismembered. Disgraced. Maltreated.
But I am Woman—unafraid to be seen.
I am me—a woman and everything that means.
Unafraid. Hand-made. Warrior. Ruler. Poet. Queen.
Boldly powerful. With a need to be seen.
Click the link to read the entire poem. Powerful.
What did you like, or not, this week?