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Ai Weiwei’s “Study of Perspective.”

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I saw a couple of these photos from Ai Weiwei’s “Study of Perspective” series during my visit to MoMA in March and absolutely loved them. My immediate response was to chuckle, to see the humor in Ai’s middle finger positioned in front of some of the world’s most notable man-made landmarks, from Tiananmen Square to the White House to the painting of Mona Lisa. But upon second glance, there is a powerful protestation behind the gesture, a rejection of the power held by culture and politics and a rebellion against authority. I definitely did a couple double-takes. And even now when I look at these photos, I’m drawn in by the comedy of the composition but find myself lingering on its implications, and how subtly Ai is able to combine humor with making a political statement. Pretty amazing. How does this photo series make you feel? Amused? Rebellious? Underwhelmed?

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All images courtesy of MoMa.org

Mid-Week Reads.

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[New feature! I always find really interesting articles around the interwebs that I forget to post on the weekends, so I’m going to do it mid-week instead so I don’t forget. These are articles/essays/lists/musings/etc. that have tickled my fancy this past week.]

What Chloe Angyal learned from a summer of romantic comedies: there’s a subliminal conservative agenda afoot! (via The Atlantic)

A conversation between Mad Men creator Matthew Weiner and actor Jon Hamm about my favorite episode of television ever, “The Suitcase”. If you don’t watch Mad Men, you should.

What love means, according to little kids. Some of these descriptions are incredible: “When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.”

This just in: Science confirms that hotties are also generally meanies. This does not surprise me. (via Jezebel)

Johanna de Silentio on how to define your ambiguous relationship. It’s so pathetic, but so hilarious and realistic. I’ve been this person before… on numerous occasions. (via Thought Catalog)

SlutWalk Seattle.

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This past Sunday was Seattle’s SlutWalk, and it was incredible. It was amazing to see men and women, both scantily-clad and fully-clothed, come together to take a stand against sexual violence, victim-blaming and slut-shaming. Slut is an ugly word: it is almost always spoken judgmentally, and even the consonants of the word sound harsh and unforgiving when they roll off of your tongue. It needs to be reclaimed. Because really, when you boil the word down to its essence, it has nothing to do with a woman’s sex life or the way she dresses, and has everything to do with her refusal to conform to the commonly-held notion of “appropriate womanhood” that is socially-prescribed and completely arbitrary.

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I could probably write a dissertation on this particular topic, but I won’t. I will say, however, that the SlutWalk movement is really exciting and important for modern feminism, and it’s worth looking into even if you have only a marginal interest in feminism/women’s rights. Read more about SlutWalks here, and watch a badass video of a Boston SlutWalk speech (which I consider to be a sort of SlutWalk manifesto) here.

A Change Is Gonna Come.

One of the most beautiful songs ever recorded: so poignant, so anthemic and so heartbreaking at the same time. Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

Feminism and Imaginative Time Travel.

I’ve noticed that the past few books I’ve read have had really strong feminist overtones, and it’s kept the topic of feminism at the forefront of my mind for the last several weeks. I read Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, which examines the societal ramifications of adultery committed by women in nineteenth-century Russia; Kathryn Stockett’s The Help follows a group of black maids who agree to tell Skeeter, a white woman writer, their stories about working for white women in Mississippi in the 1960’s, under a veil of secrecy and racial tensions and fear; and I just started reading Betty Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique, which is widely considered the manifesto of feminism’s second wave. Reading these stories has made me wonder, just like I always wonder when I watch Mad Men, if I would have been a feminist if I lived in a different era.

I definitely consider myself a feminist, and anyone who knows me well would tell you that I’m incredibly strong-willed and sassy: I’m not scared to be opinionated and I’m not scared to disagree with men or to tell them when I think they’re wrong. But as much as I’d like to think that these are inherent qualities of my being, I have to wonder how much these qualities are actually just a product of the generation I grew up in. My parents always told me that I was smart and that I could do anything I wanted to do; college was never presented as an option, but as something that was required and non-negotiable; I’ve always known what sexual harassment is and have always been encouraged to report it; I know that I can choose whether or not I want to stay at home with my children, or whether I even want to have children. All of these things have just been a matter of fact in my life.

But I wonder: what if I were Anna Karenina in nineteenth century Russia, would I have the courage and conviction to leave a husband that I loathed for a man that I truly loved, even if it meant social disownment and ostracism? What if I were Peggy Olsen in the sixties, would I keep trying to climb the professional ladder to the top rung even though all the other women I knew were just secretaries? What if I were just an average suburban housewife, would I see the same inequalities that Betty Friedan saw and fight for women’s rights as fervently as she did?

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Betty Friedan leading a group of demonstrators in support of the Equal Rights Amendment in 1971

In The Feminine Mystique, Betty Friedan calls the discontent that housewives felt in that era “the problem that has no name,” and she explains that most women, despite this feeling, simply adjusted to their domestic-bound role or ignored the problem, because “it can be less painful, for a woman, not to hear the strange, dissatisfied voice stirring within her.” I feel like that encapsulates so much of what it means to be a woman, even now. As women, I feel like we’ve shouldered so much of the blame for so many different kinds of problems, that it’s become second nature to think that if we’re discontent it is our fault. Would I have been one of those women who swallowed their dissatisfaction with their lives, who just kept on smiling until it hurt and who vacuumed the floor in heels and felt guilty for not having an orgasm over doing housework? I worry that I would have been one of those college-educated housewives in the suburbs, sitting at home all day with my children, bored out of my mind but resigned to what I knew was “my place.” I can see it. I could have been a Betty Draper. Because as opinionated and sassy as I am, I’m also a rule-follower; sadly, I’ve never been much of a rebel. And no mother would have raised me to be self-confident and self-sufficient and sharp-tongued if I was growing up in the sixties or earlier; I would have been raised to fall in line with all the other women, who were taught that all they should desire in life was to get married and have children. It makes me kind of sad to think that I probably never would have been a mover or a shaker in the feminist movement like the great Betty Friedan or Gloria Steinem or Simone de Beauvoir. But I’d like to think that even if I wasn’t marching for women’s equality, that I would support the cause in my mind and secretly know that feminism was right.

And even though there is such a long way to go in the area of women’s rights, I’m so grateful that I’ve grown up in the aftermath of the feminist movement, reaping its benefits unknowingly (up until recently, that is) and possessing an awareness of the inequality that women live with and put up with. With such awareness and such freedom as I have, how could I not want to be a feminist crusader, at least in my everyday life if not on a national or universal scale? I owe it to Betty.

my current disappointment in republicans.

usually, one of my favorite things about visiting my parents is having regular access to a television, namely to be able to watch msnbc. what i’ve seen the past week in regards to the health bill and the republican outcry against it has made me wish for tv-lessness. everything i’ve seen has made me lose faith in humanity in general, and republicans in particular.

for one, i don’t understand why republicans are looking on the health bill as if it were a sign of the apocalypse. there are no seven-headed beasts in sight; only the institutionalization of something that the majority of americans don’t have, but need in order to stay healthy and alive and to avoid having to claim medical bankruptcy. the united states is the only industrialized nation that doesn’t have universal health care. why is it a bad thing to want all americans, rich or poor, to have access to health care that will protect them and take care of them? it’s a recognition of human rights, and of humanity in general, to attempt to extend health care to all people, not just those who can afford it. i hear the word “socialism” being thrown around casually and as a synonym for “communism,” but i suspect that most americans don’t even know what the word actually means.

actually, i do know why republicans are having a coronary over the health bill: abortion. of the hundreds of pages of the health care bill that outline plans for comprehensive health care for all americans, the topic of abortion gets singled out and dwelled upon until the entire process is at a standstill. the democrats and republicans who voted in favor of the health care bill, as i understand it, were not condoning abortion; they were admitting that abortion is one small component of health care, and that americans’ right to health care shouldn’t be compromised by this single issue. as a result, democratic senators are receiving death threats from angry republicans and are fearing for their families’ safety, and republicans have done nothing to discourage them, and have in fact abetted this awful behavior. i say shame on you, republicans.

shame on randy neugebauer, republican senator from texas, who shouted “baby killer!” at michigan’s democrat senator bart stupak, who is pro-life. shame on sarah palin, who created a map with gun crosshairs in areas where the state’s senators voted for the bill, in order to identify republican “targets.” shame on the men and women who have called bart stupak’s home and threatened his and his family’s life. shame on the man who went to what he thought was virginia senator tom periello’s house (which was actually periello’s brother’s house) and cut the propane gas lines, and double shame on republican senators for not condemning it. shame on fox news and glenn beck for being brainwashers and propagandists.

there’s no reason why, if so many people are upset about the health care bill, that there can’t be a civil discussion and dialogue about it. there is absolutely no reason to threaten senators or vandalize their homes and offices. there is no reason that the health care bill has to be a partisan issue that splits our governing body and pits republicans and democrats against each other as enemies. there is no reason that republican senators shouldn’t be chastising the people who are vandalizing and threatening democrats, and urging americans to work together toward a solution that is viable for everyone, instead of egging them on to propagate violence against democrats who are just trying to do what they feel is best for the people they represent. republicans, you need to step it up. let’s be adults here.

thursday tidbits #2

1. i was listening to kexp this morning because my cd player in my car decided not to work, and i heard the unmistakable voice of paul banks (frontman for interpol). i thought that it was a new interpol song and got really excited, but alas, the friendly dj informed me that it was in fact julian plenti, paul banks’ side project. the dj also said that he thought it was the strongest work to come from interpol since their debut, so that’s pretty high praise (i guess). the song i heard was “only if you run,” and it’s lovely, but very different from interpol’s sound, musically at least. i downloaded the entire album, and i’m excited to listen to it.

2. speaking of music, i thank the almighty every day that i nanny for hip thirtysomethings who listen to good music. i am so fortunate that, when everyone leaves the house and i get to tidy everything up, i can listen to neko case or leonard cohen or sigur ros, instead of having to listen to celine dion or josh groban.

3. i am so tired of hearing people scream “socialism” when obama’s health plan comes up. even if we start to vaguely resemble a socialist nation in the single realm of healthcare, it’s probably better than millions of people not even being able to consider healthcare as an option. the government is here to serve us, not to let us suffer, so if they have to step in and regulate (/control) the healthcare system for a while so that people can go to the hospital when they need to without it costing them an arm and a leg, i am not remotely threatened by that. and it seems like all of the people who are bitching about socialism are the upper crust who can afford healthcare to begin with.

4. i started watching weeds and i can’t decide if i like it or not. elizabeth perkins is absolutely horrifying and hilarious, but the rest of the characters and the show in general seems like a caricature of real life. there’s something about that’s not quite tangible. maybe i’m just spoiled because i’ve gotten hooked on so many well-written and well-acted shows… or maybe not every show can be as good as six feet under. that’s probably it.

5. i got the 2010 ikea catalog in the mail the other day, and it has been one of the highlights of my week. and once josh gets back, we are going to spend an entire day at ikea and i’m probably going to spend a trillion dollars on stuff for my new apartment. i’m so excited that i get to live in a real room, instead of the hallway between the living room and the bathroom, and that it will be my room for the entire year, and that i can furnish and decorate and make it beautiful. i know for sure that when i go to ikea i’m getting a horse-shaped baking tin… best ever.

6. i’ve realized that i really enjoy making numbered lists.