Friday, March 30, 2007

from wikipedia

Female emancipation
Woman with bicycle, 1890s
Woman with bicycle, 1890s

The diamond-frame safety bicycle gave women unprecedented mobility, contributing to their emancipation in Western nations. As bicycles became safer and cheaper, more women had access to the personal freedom they embodied, and so the bicycle came to symbolise the New Woman of the late nineteenth century, especially in Britain and the United States.

The bicycle was recognised by nineteenth-century feminists and suffragists as a "freedom machine" for women. American Susan B. Anthony said in a New York World interview on February 2, 1896: "Let me tell you what I think of bicycling. I think it has done more to emancipate women than anything else in the world. It gives women a feeling of freedom and self-reliance. I stand and rejoice every time I see a woman ride by on a wheel...the picture of free, untrammelled womanhood." In 1895 Frances Willard, the tightly-laced president of the Women's Christian Temperance Union, wrote a book called How I Learned to Ride the Bicycle, in which she praised the bicycle she learned to ride late in life, and which she named "Gladys", for its "gladdening effect" on her health and political optimism. Willard used a cycling metaphor to urge other suffragists to action, proclaiming, "I would not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum."

The male anger at the freedom symbolised by the New (bicycling) Woman was demonstrated when the male undergraduates of Cambridge University chose to show their opposition to the admission of women as full members of the university by hanging a woman in effigy in the main town square -- tellingly, a woman on a bicycle. This was as late as 1897.[11]

In the 1890s the bicycle craze led to a movement for so-called rational dress, which helped liberate women from corsets and ankle-length skirts and other restrictive garments, substituting the then-shocking bloomers.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

W.W.K.M.D.?

I hate that at the semi-young age of 27, I can look around at society today and ask, “Where did the good ole days go?” It seems that in the short span of 10+ years (the time I’ve spent working for the man) America’s economic system has gotten progressively worse. Okay, my worldviews have never resided in a rose-colored bubble; I’ve always known that the divide between the rich and the average Joe/Joanne is chasm like and depressing. But in my jaded eyes, and considering that you want to own a home and start a family, our ability to breathe the refreshing air of financial freedom isn’t even a possibility if you make under $50,000 in L.A. today!

I have a decent job with okay wages, but it only ever amounts to enough…paycheck to paycheck. When I receive a raise, all of my other expenses are “coincidentally” raised as well; over a few years, my rent has went up $125 and my health care usually soaks up the 50 cent raise I get every other year. These rising costs level my fiscal playing field so that at the end of the day, my money meter points to zero or negative sums.

I should be content in the fact that I have healthcare when so many others don’t, and when I pull up past images of the Katrina relief debacle I should sleep easier, right? I do have it good, right? Why don’t I feel right?

I’m not a coin-operated machine, nor am I one who gets high off sniffing dollar bills. Money making/greed isn’t the essence of my rant. What I strive for is a comfortable quality of life. I’m happy for what God has blessed me with, but at the end of the day when I come home to endless bills, despite my thriftiness & budgeting, I have to reach for my old pal Visa to keep me moving.

Anyway, I’m getting married soon, and my fiancĂ© proposed the idea of moving out of L.A. so that we can actually have tangible assets to look back upon; although CA has been my home since birth, that option doesn't seem so shabby. I want to own a home and have a family, but I hate that the compromise for attaining those things is moving away from my home and family. Irony sucks, eh?

Why such a divide between those who live with ease, and those who live with debt? What would bell hooks say...What would Karl Marx do? We'll see what happens I guess...

Thursday, March 22, 2007

$%#*!

I JUST DON'T GET IT!

despite (or maybe because of?) my ambivalence towards marriage in my own life, the engagement of my boyfriend's good friend (to his girlfriend of a year) is bringing up some odd and unexpected mixed feelings.

i am all for the presence of marriage in the lives of my friends who want to get married; however, in the last few years i've experienced an inner backlash against it in my own.

a few ideas that i've been pondering:
-in this country, marriage is clearly an institution of privilege reserved only for heterosexuals. i don't want to support that.
-sometimes the idea of being so completely committed to one person, ready to "stand by your man" no matter what, sounds like a terrifying trap.
-with divorce so frequent, what does marriage really mean? why choose marriage over long-term cohabitation? in the worst case scenario, isn't it better to live together and break up than get married and divorced? (i was born "out of wedlock." what impacted me 100x more than my parents being unmarried was the idea that they weren't together and the absence of my dad.)

my general attitude is, if it happens, it happens. i'm not going to live my life in mad pursuit of a husband. i'd like to live a happy and well-rounded life with love and family as integral components, but i don't want marriage and children to be my ultimate goals. (where do you go from there?)

so back to the matter at hand...why all the weirdness? whenever i receive news of an engagement (e.g. good friends or family members), my usual response is extreme happiness and sincere excitement for the couple's bright future together. maybe it's messed up, but this time, i didn't feel that way. i saw it coming, so i wasn't surprised. i think they will be happy together, and i'm happy for them (despite the past minor conflicts i've had with the bride-to-be), but i guess somehow the announcement raised some buried feelings of inadequacy or insecurity. i began having thoughts like, "how did he know in only a year when ----- and i have been dating for a few...what does that say about me?" or "will ----- ever propose?" etc. you know what i mean, right? WEIRD! especially for someone so decidedly not interested in marriage right now.

is it time to confront the jealous 15 year-old girl within? (why won't she leave me alone already?) or do i unconsciously aspire to an age-old tradition without even realizing it? despite my clear objections to certain aspects of the institution, am i still secretly "wedded" to the idea of marriage or what? sigh.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Getting women's voices out there

In this NY Times article, a discussion of the effort to put more women's voices in op-ed pages. It reminded me of the great forum we have here.

Warm-fuzzies!

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Straight Outta East Los

So, I was in the break-room during lunch, pouring over the endless array of gag-worthy mag choices like town and country/ Talbot's, when I chanced upon the March issue of Tu Ciudad L.A.
They featured an article on the comedic and satirical sagacity of a fictional chola, so of course, I immediately hauled a** to my desk to check out her sites
http://www.myspace.com/askachola
and http://www.askachola.com/

Dang! I wasn't sorry. FUNNY SH*T! I thoroughly enjoy this project askachola has going on, and I hope you will too. ** hint, hint **
So anyhoo, what I'm trying to say is that you should put a jet pack on your buns & visit her page, or I'm pretty sure that she'll cut you.

Good Friends

Have you ever had a good friend in your life? No. Scratch that. Have you ever had a great friend in your life? She influenced you, listened to you, made you laugh, but most of all, loved you? Real unconditional love? Some of us are lucky to have a friend like that.
I've been thinking a lot about my friend. I've known her for many, many years. We've gone through a lot together. She is my sister. Well, not biologically, anyway. She's my friend-sister. Yeah!
I wanted to be just like my friend B. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to be my friend--I've always liked me--I just wanted to be a better version of me and she had some of the characteristics that I wanted.

This girl could talk to anyone. She'd make friends in a gas station. I loved that. I wanted to be that outgoing and trusting of people. She's no pushover, though. I saw the way people reacted to her humor and friendliness. I wanted that reaction, too. People were (and still are) so drawn to her. I used to think "What is it she does that makes people react the way they do?" So, I decided to "steal" that characteristic from her. :)
You would not believe how people react when you are nice to them. If I meet someone in a bad mood, I always try to be nice to them. If you're friendly to people you'll always get a smile from them. Try it! I learned this from my friend. She could make the grouchiest old man smile. I've seen it!

Once, we were both auditioning for the same part (a voice over) on a TV show a long time ago. The producer brought all of us into an office. B saw the furniture and said ,"Look! It's a casting couch!" I busted up laughing. The producer didn't know quite how to react to that. The look on his face was priceless! I don't remember what he said, but he was quite shocked. This is the kind of thing she'd do; she wasn't afraid of saying anything to anyone.

Oh, can this girl keep a secret!!! She's got other people's secrets locked up inside, I've been trying to get out of her for 20 years! From her, I've learned how to keep a promise. Now, when people tell me things, it stays with me.

What I'm trying to say is you can learn so much from your friends. I took what I thought was the best part of her personality and made it my own. The thing I wanted most to be was kind, funny, outgoing, and not afraid to talk to people. I learned how to do that from my friend. I thank B and love her a lot.

Hug your friend. She's precious.

Oh, and my friend got the part.

Friday, March 02, 2007

WACK! art & the feminist revolution

for all the LA-area ladiez:

moca has this amazing new exhibit about art + feminism, and it's opening this weekend! (right about now i really wish i was a moca member so that i could attend the members' opening event tomorrow...aw.)

http://www.moca.org/wack/

i can't wait to see it. i'm gonna plan to attend the walkthroughs on sunday.
(i'm so exciiiiiiiited!)