Powerful Words

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So…Men Never Need Help?

Just a quick post about something that happened today.

The Poem That Is My Compass

1. Into our town the Hangman came.
Smelling of gold and blood and flame
And he paced our bricks with a diffident air
And built his frame on the courthouse square

Of Pride And Prejudice

Short post today folks, but it’s a topic that’s been in the back of my mind for a while now and I’m hoping it leads to some good discussion. Really, it’s two sides of one coin:

1. Why should one feel pride over something another has done?

2. Why should one feel guilty over something another has done?

Androphobia

“Why do men feel threatened by women?” I asked a male friend of mine. So this male friend of mine, who does by the way exist, conveniently entered into the following dialogue.
“I mean,” I said, “men are bigger, most of the time, they can run faster, strangle better, and they have on the average a lot more money and power.”
“They’re afraid women will laugh at them,” he said. “Undercut their world view.”
Then I asked some women students in a quickie poetry seminar I was giving, “Why do women feel threatened by men?”
“They’re afraid of being killed,” they said. Atwood, Margaret, Writing the Male Character (1982)

A Response To MrMary’s Post: Racism In Southern US

So the ultra hip and equally awesome MrMary has yet another gem of a post up today about how a prom was ruined for a young girl and her date.

Repost || A Modern Day Slave Plantation Exists, and It’s Thriving in the Heart of America

This is one of the most horrendous, disturbing posts I’ve read in a long time. Until our country addresses such injustices, there’s no way we can call ourselves the “land of the free” with a straight face.

ASpoonfulofSuga

Hola Everyone,

I read something today that was deeply disturbing and appauling and I thought I would recopy the article in it’s entirety here for you to check out. Here is the original article on PolicyMic

MrMary

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 A Modern Day Slave Plantation Exists, and It’s Thriving

in the Heart of America

It was 1972. Thousands of American troops were battling communist forces in Vietnam. Nixon had won re-election by a landslide, but Watergate would soon usher in his demise. Space travel and technology were advancing rapidly.

Change was brewing across America, but one place stood still, frozen in time: Louisiana State Penitentiary, commonly known as Angola. When Robert King arrived that year, he felt as though he’d stepped into the past.

Angola sits 50 miles northwest of Baton Rouge. It’s the largest maximum-security facility in the United States and one of the country’s most notorious prisons. In the book The Life…

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On Being Vegetarian In America

Most of my posts as of late have been very gender/sex oriented, and the next 3 will be as well. So this week, I’m going to mix it up, take a break from the gender-talk, and write about something else that’s close to my heart…Namely, the things people say to vegetarians in America. Enjoy!

Perceptions and Racism

Earlier this week, my dear blogging friend MrMary posted on The Outlier Collective. Focusing on racism in America, I thought his words truly spoke to what many people of color (and specifically black people) feel everyday. Go ahead and read it if you want, I’ll wait.

http://theoutliercollective.wordpress.com/2013/09/19/racism-the-narrative-youve-been-sold/

To be looked at as somehow “inferior”, or more likely to cause trouble simply because of your skin color/ethnicity. For some of us, this will never happen…for others, it happens every week. Despite the fact that the year is 2013 and our species is the most influential and intelligent on the planet, for some reason we cannot rise above various -isms, racism definitely included. Why?

Weird experience at the diner yesterday

So a friend I haven’t seen for a while came to visit me recently (part of the reason I didn’t have time to blog on Sunday…Sorry!) He wanted a quick meal before going to see Man of Steel, so we went to the local Chinese Buffet. Good food, nice staff, big comfy booths, and Chinese music played in the background. A pretty cool place, if cheap to eat at.

We selected our food and sat down, discussing what we expected to see in the movie. About 10min into our meal, a black lady from 2 booths down came and stood next to ours. My friend and I looked up and greeted her. Honestly, I thought that maybe she just needed to borrow our Soy Sauce…but no. This was the following conversation: