Checking in.

It’s been a long while since I’ve blogged. No apologies; chronic illness doesn’t give a shit about plans. There were a lot of depressive bouts and migraines; there were weeks without bathing and way too many days housebound. Now that we’re in a stretch of hot summer in my piece of the Pacific Northwest I get pain flareups on the hottest days. I tend to be shit at recognizing in a timely fashion that as-needed pain or anxiety medication is warranted until my pain or cycling is high, so symptoms go poorly managed more often than not. Stress primes me for digestive issue flareups so between all my conditions it’s been as tough a year as any thus far.

Nevertheless, I persist.

Recently I managed to lose my wallet and my most vital cards along with. I’m still in the process of replacing the vitals, which for me includes my library cards (now for four systems because I am a major nerd). Libraries that make reporting a lost card as simple as filling out a form online or sending an email are my favorite because having to call during business hours when my sleep is super fucked up and I still have phone anxiety on the regular means I’ve only been able to initiate replacement on 3 out of 4 library cards so far. Having to visit libraries in person to complete the process is a barrier to timely replacement but at least I was able to replace my State ID reasonably quickly. (So far one library system did offer to mail a new card if I couldn’t come in soon but I’ve had physical items to return so visiting soon would happen regardless.)

As for a new wallet, I wanted something small but closeable and finally settled on a very plain $5 trifold that I may spruce up with a patch at some point. I was hoping to score coin storage but my chosen replacement wallet is as coin-unfriendly as the old, so I’ll hit the usual suspects (Hot Topic, Claire’s) for some cute little coin purse and then I should be reasonably set.

Kid is doing great overall, and just had a particularly successful weekend of toilet use. For the record, the Minions underpants we got him from H&M months ago are the cutest little boy underpants in the whole world. My favorite design, predictably, is Team Bob because #TeamBobForLife #GoBob #KingBobMicDrop (and so on).

No promises on how often I’ll be posting going forward; I’ll be here when I’m here. I know consistency builds readership but pageviews ain’t my game here, darlin’.

Feminism: #HereWeAre

In honor of Women’s History Month and in light of the ongoing needs to continue talking about equality, #HereWeAre seeks to highlight the power of talking about feminism: what it means for us individually, what it means for us collectively, and why it’s one of the most powerful and life-changing parties around.This is a prime time to talk about our feminism, why we still need feminism, and to honor feminists of all shapes, sizes, colors, abilities, genders, sexualities, and more. Feminism is a party for all of us. Let’s celebrate.

The #HereWeAre hashtag honors the new book Here We Are: Feminism for the Real World, an anthology of art, essays, comics, and more from 44 voices on the topic of feminism.

Source: Thunderclap: Feminism: #Here We Are
Author: Kelly Jensen, editor of Here We Are: Feminism for the Real World & blogger at Stacked Books

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I need feminism because…

  • Women’s health concerns are more likely to be dismissed by doctors: How Doctors Take Women’s Pain Less Seriously (Oct 2015); Shame, Dismissal, Agony: Women With Endometriosis Speak Out (Mar 2017); Why are women with brain tumours being dismissed as attention-seekers? (Jan 2016).
  • My value as a wife should not be judged by how well I “keep house.” Like, I can’t remember the last time I found the oomph to clean without imminent guests (and for close family or friends, please don’t expect me to tidy very much). If I do find some oomph, I spend it on exciting things like cooking supper, taking a shower, leaving the house… not cleaning the fucking house.
  • Cussing doesn’t make me less of a woman, damnit.
  • My husband’s active participation in parenting and housekeeping should not seem rare when my mom friends and I talk about “division of labor” in our marriages.

I practice feminism when…

  • Listening to women experiencing intersectional oppression and boosting their voices.
  • Advocating for bodily autonomy, especially for women; advocating for myself and my own body.
  • Showing my son that STEM is for everyone.
  • Allowing my son to experience and express his emotions.
  • Encouraging my son to engage in imaginative play of all kinds, including “domestic arts.”
  • Teaching my son gender is not binary; letting him tell me how his stuffed animal friends identify and which pronouns they prefer.
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Ripley (xenomorph slayer) and Jones (brave cat). Source: comingsoon.net

My feminist role models are…

  • Courtney Summers, who writes stories of young women grappling with the challenges of being female in circumstances all-too-relatable. (Yes, even the one with zombies has relatable struggle!)
  • Ellen Ripley (Alien franchise); if you have to ask why, like, DO YOU EVEN POWER LOADER FIGHT XENOMORPHS, BRO?
  • Emma Watson, Global Goodwill Ambassador of UN Women; see HeForShe for more info on the gender equality campaign.
  • Kaywinnet Lee “Kaylee” Frye (Firefly franchise), sex-positive mechanic who enjoys food, dresses however she wants, and defends what she loves.
  • Kelly Jensen, for her everyday feminism, for the anthology, for events like today’s, and of course for all the bookish commentary/content/etc.