Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Monday, August 8, 2011

Real quick round-up


Monday, May 9, 2011

Real quick round up

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Flow: The Cultural Story of Menstruation, by Elissa Stein and Susan Kim


When this book first came out, I was intrigued, but still feeling a little burnt out on all the menstruation-talk, so I put off buying/reading it.

The other day I found out my local library has it for lending, so I finally started reading it a couple days ago. I wish I wouldn't have waited so long!

I'm not that far into it yet, but so far, I LOVE IT. Flow is the book I wish I had written. It's very fun, but at the same time very informative. I thought I knew it all, but I've found a good amount of information. And the things I did know already, Flow has expanded on more thoroughly.

I know I've said before that I'm not really good at reviewing books/movies/music/etc., but I'll try to get better at it as I read this book so that I can effectively convey its awesomeness.

In the meantime, please enjoy this picture of my cat with the book:
If she knew how to read, I bet she'd be more into it.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Back again

So... I realize that it's been close to two years since I've written anything here. Consider it acknowledged, and now we can move on.


This week, three things have happened in a row that make me think I should get back into the game here.

MONDAY: I've been pretty seriously thinking about grad school the past week or so, and decided to revisit my thesis that I wrote with this project as an undergrad. Still fairly awesome, if I do say so myself.

TUESDAY: At my favorite used bookstore (holla!), I found a copy of The Curse, by Karen Houppert, which I immediately snatched (oho, see what I did there?) up.

TODAY: Tonight I got an awesome email from a gal in Portland who's working on something similar for one of her women's studies classes. I get emails from time to time, but for some reason tonight's convinced me to title myself Radical Menstruator.

Other things factoring into my decision to continue blogging:
  • My zine, Menstruator Extraordinaire, has been reviewed in Brazil, thereby making me an international writer.
  • Thinking about the Feministing redesign has me all excited about blogging.
  • Various smarty pants people keep telling me I'm a good writer.
  • I'm only working like half-to-three-fourths of a job right now, so I've got a good amount of time on my hands.
  • For the first time in a long time, I'm no longer stealing my neighbors' internets, so I can actually blog without giving myself a frustration brain-hemorrhage when things don't go through right.
Hope this goes well! Feel free to hit me up, because obviously my ego is enormous. :)

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Oh la la!

blog readability test
I am surprised. Bleeding tyrannasaurus cartoons = genius?

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

"Vampires were our first freedom fighters!"

My mom has told me about this several times, but I never realized it was from Gloria Steinem. I had never heard the whole thing. It's pretty dang sweet.
If Men Could Menstruate: A Political Fantasy, by Gloria Steinem

A white minority of the world has spent centuries conning us into thinking that a white skin makes people superior - even though the only thing it really does is make the person more subject to ultraviolet rays and to wrinkles.

Male human beings have built whole cultures around the idea that penis-envy is "natural" to women - though having such an unprotected organ might be said to make men vulnerable, and the power to give birth makes womb-envy at least as logical.

In short, the characteristics of the powerful, whatever they may be, are thought to be better than the characteristics of the powerless - and logic has nothing to do with it.

What would happen, for instance, if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not?

The answer is clear - menstruation would become an enviable, boast-worthy, masculine event: Men would brag about how long and how much.
Boys would mark the onset of menses, that longed-for proof of manhood, with religious ritual and stag parties.
Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea to help stamp out monthly discomforts.

Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. (Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of commercial brands such as John Wayne Tampons, Muhammad Ali's Rope-a-dope Pads, Joe Namath Jock Shields - "For Those Light Bachelor Days," and Robert "Baretta" Blake Maxi-Pads.)

Military men, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation ("men-struation") as proof that only men could serve in the Army ("you have to give blood to take blood"), occupy political office ("can women be aggressive without that steadfast cycle governed by the planet Mars?"), be priest and ministers ("how could a woman give her blood for our sins?") or rabbis("without the monthly loss of impurities, women remain unclean").

Male radicals, left-wing politicians, mystics, however, would insist that women are equal, just different, and that any woman could enter their ranks if she were willing to self-inflict a major wound every month ("you MUST give blood for the revolution"), recognize the preeminence of menstrual issues, or subordinate her selfness to all men in their Cycle of Enlightenment.

Street guys would brag ("I'm a three pad man") or answer praise from a buddy ("Man, you lookin' good!") by giving fives and saying, "Yeah, man, I'm on the rag!" TV shows would treat the subject at length. ("Happy Days": Richie and Potsie try to convince Fonzie that he is still "The Fonz," though he has missed two periods in a row.) So would newspapers.(SHARK SCARE THREATENS MENSTRUATING MEN. JUDGE CITES MONTHLY STRESS IN PARDONING RAPIST.) And movies. (Newman and Redford in "Blood Brothers"!)

Men would convince women that intercourse was more pleasurable at "that time of the month." Lesbians would be said to fear blood and therefore life itself - though probably only because they needed a good menstruating man.

Of course, male intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical arguments. How could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense of time, space, mathematics, or measurement, for instance, without that in-built gift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets - and thus for measuring anything at all? In the rarefied fields of philosophy and religion, could women compensate for missing the rhythm of the universe? Or for their lack of symbolic death-and-resurrection every month?

Liberal males in every field would try to be kind: the fact that "these people" have no gift for measuring life or connecting to the universe, the liberals would explain, should be punishment enough.

And how would women be trained to react? One can imagine traditional women agreeing to all arguments with a staunch and smiling masochism. ("The ERA would force housewives to wound themselves every month": Phyllis Schlafly. "Your husband's blood is as sacred as that of Jesus - and so sexy, too!": Marabel Morgan.) Reformers and Queen Bees would try to imitate men, and pretend to have a monthly cycle. All feminists would explain endlessly that men, too, needed to be liberated from the false idea of Martian aggressiveness, just as women needed to escape the bonds of menses-envy. Radical feminist would add that the oppression of the nonmenstrual was the pattern for all other oppressions ("Vampires were our first freedom fighters!") Cultural feminists would develop a bloodless imagery in art and literature. Socialist feminists would insist that only under capitalism would men be able to monopolize menstrual blood...

In fact, if men could menstruate, the power justifications could probably go on forever.

If we let them.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

I am spending today reading all of these books:


But please enjoy this video I found on youtube, called Your Body and Your Government:

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

The Wise Wound

The other day I was perusing books in the library and came across this book called The Wise Wound. The prologue seemed a little wtf? to me:

"This is a book of many questions and some answers. What is this menstruation that half of the world undergoes? Has it any use, or any purpose? Is it like a vestigial organ, left over from an outworn evolutionary stage, or could it be the accompaniment of some hitherto unused ability in women? If it is an illness, why is it the lot of women suffer in this way? To some women it can be like changing and return, with depths and enhancements, even enchantments. To other its return is a torment. Which is it, blessing or curse? And, if curse, why does it fall on women alone?"

At the risk of sounding cynical:
It's a biological process, not a Dungeons & Dragons quest.

Monday, January 14, 2008

I'm almost finished reading Cunt, by Inga Muscio. It rocks. Here is one of my favorite parts:



I went to Anystore USA to buy a box of tampons. I had but eleven dollars to my name. I went down the aisle where I would find "feminine hygiene" products, bitterly playing that term through my mind.

Why are words like "hygiene" and "sanitary"-- which imply that a woman's cunt is unclean-- acceptable in our society? Why are these people trying to sell me feminine deodorant spray? That's like hawking floral air freshener to a lady who lives in a rose garden.

Also, excuse me, but what's so clean about dicks?

One never hears of sanitary jock straps, deodorant condoms, perfumed Hershey-squirt protection pads or hygienic ball wipes, whereas I've heard tell of need for such products.

So anyway, with thoughts such as these playing through my mind, you can imagine my dismay on tampon-buying excursions. If I happen to be in a good mood, it's simply annoying. If I happen to be in a bad mood, I am a green monster who lives in a trash can with a grand piano. On this occassion, I was in a bad mood.

I grumbled down the aisle, openly sneering at all the products on the shelves. New Freedom this and Light Days that.

Comfort, security.

Plastic applicators.

Discreet disposal pouches printed with flowers that do not exist.

I positively fumed as I scanned the prices. Five, six, seven bucks for a box of cotton. Sixty, seventy bucks a year.

Why the flying fuck should a woman have to pay some huge corporation over and over because the lining of her uterus naturally, biologically sheds every month?

 

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