one woman’s response

Posted by on Jul 16, 1998 · No Comments

From marinakat:

Subj: Roaarrr!

Date: 16 July 1998

Here’s an interesting thought. Do you think that Time thinks feminism is dead because women have stopped trying to change things from outside the system and have finally found that they are making huge strides within the system? Why should we give up what we like? I enjoy wearing nice things and having people tell me that I look good but I also don’t depend on some man to tell me that I’m smart or that I can be successful.

I think that we are just now starting to see what NOW and the militant feminist movement of the 60′s,70′s and 80′s worked so hard to bring about. No longer is it a bad thing if a woman wants to stay at home and raise her kids. No longer is it a bad thing if women aren’t married by the time they turn 30. The career path is just as valid a choice for a man as it is for a woman. Sure we are still dealing with the pressures of living in a male dominated society but who do you think is influencing the men of tomorrow. Their mothers, and their teachers and their babysitters and their daycare’s. Female dominated. And all of them for the most part teaching their boys that girls can do anything they can do, so you better learn to respect them. That’s what it’s all boiling down to. Woman are finally starting to get the respect that they deserve and more and more men are starting to see the light. Women are their partners NOT their slaves.

Do what you want to do.

Do what makes you happy and above all love yourself and respect yourself!! It’s absolutely OK to be a woman and enjoy all the things that make you feel like a woman.

fight or flight

Posted by on Jul 15, 1998 · No Comments

So interesting is the human reflex when fear kicks in. We call it “fight or flight.” What I really love is the way that you think you should behave is not always how you react.

Exhibit A: I have a friend, we’ll call him Larry, who is a big talker. Nice guy, big talker. Doesn’t seem very threatening, but constantly reminds you that he could beat the shit out of any one who crossed his path.

feminism and death

Posted by on Jul 13, 1998 · No Comments

Oh, Time.

If you haven’t read the article, read it now. Then we’ll have a little “rap” session, as Time wishes we would still do, sitting in a circle, with beads and crystals all around us, discussing babies and the “evils” of alcohol.”Is Feminism Dead?” I equate this question with “Is self-esteem dead?” “Who likes being a woman?” “Still wish you gals were like us?”

confessions of a beastie girl

Posted by on Jul 10, 1998 · No Comments

With the debut of the Beastie Boys’ new album Hello Nasty in a couple of days I’ve been doing much bouncing and wiggling in anticipation.

take your time

Posted by on Jul 9, 1998 · No Comments

She liked to take her time. That was part of her problem. The world often went too fast for her. She never had time to decide what she really wanted to eat, and usually settled on something that she had before, that she felt safe with. The same thing would often happen when shopping for a new dress. The familiar florals comforted her, and she felt she didnt have the luxury through all of the “can-I-help-you-ma’am’s” and “do-you-want-to-try-these-ons” to try out the new, bold, striped outfit that she wanted so desperately to wear. She was an aggressive woman trapped inside of a wallflower. Her mind got mad at her often. Why did she stick to these annoying habits?

say anything (stargazing…)

Posted by on Jul 8, 1998 · 2 Comments

I saw Lili Taylor at Ruta Maya Coffee shop last week. I knew it was her. Man, she looked just the same. She’s just about my height, just a little shorter, and just as pretty as I thought she’d be. How appropriate that she was in Say Anything…, because I did anything but that. I just started at her. She was complaining that her Latte didn’t taste right and I wanted to say something witty and profound so that she’d go, “You must be a comedian or an actor or at least have a little playwrighting and/or directing training.

atkins schmatkins.

atkins schmatkins.

Posted by on Jul 7, 1998 · No Comments

Do not taunt the child. Screw the diet.

So here’s what happened. My boyfriend lost a ton of weight, continues to lose a ton of weight, feels good, looks good… pisses me off. I on the other hand, lost a couple of pounds, but they were all in tears. Man, I cried at the drop of a hat, gagged at the sight of food, and hated everyone. Headache for three days straight (coming off of caffeine) and tired and sweaty all the time. Every woman I know that has tried this diet has become miserable. It has something to do with hormones, I’m sure. Men can abuse their bodies much more easily… if only I hadn’t been on my period when I started the thing… I don’t know.

Sick Me.

Sick Me.

Posted by on Jul 7, 1998 · No Comments

Do not taunt the child.

I’m sick. I’m tired. I don’t know what’s going on in my body, but stupid me decided to try that Atkins diet (low carb/ high protein) and I feel like shit. My head hurts, my stomach hurts, food makes me sick. I can’t stop crying because I got my period and now I feel like hell. I can’t sleep, I’m sunburned.

fear me. loathe me.

Posted by on Jun 16, 1998 · No Comments

So I’m a little upset. I just finished watching Eve’s Bayou last night. Man, it was incredible. I can’t believe it didn’t get ANY nominations last year. I mean, it was well-written, had direction that utilized theatrical conventions, it had strong performances from young actors (usually the pit-fall of every major motion picture) and it was filmed beautifully. To quote my boyfriend, “it had atmosphere.” Nothing. No mention. Just another film to the list of 1997- The Year the Academy Ignored. Donnie Brasco, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, Austin Powers, and now Eve’s Bayou. Fuck L.A. Confidential. It sucked. Kim Basinger couldn’t act wet in the shower. 1997 was about money. What made money and what made money while it looked like it didn’t or it couldn’t. “Oh, here’s your obligatory pat on the back, The Full Monty. Aren’t you foreign filmmakers cute?” “Oh, Mr. Damon, Mr. Affleck, have a screenwriting award. We’ll ignore your acting talent until you’ve put in the time. Minnie who? Is she British? Well, nominate her, I guess. We’ll give the award to an American, anyway.” Jesus Christ.

Hey, I like the Bulls. I know this is not the “cool” thing to do right now. These people who have decided to like the Jazz for the past three weeks seem to be the most pissed off about the whole thing. How can you decide not to root for a team anymore because they win too often? Oh, they are too good? They have style, and they are classic basketball players. They keep the games interesting. They are interesting, intelligent personalities. They make you feel something. Whether you love ‘em or hate ‘em, you feel something for them. And you can’t hate them for making you feel more passionate about the game. And that’s why I keep watching them. Going out on top…that’s the way to do it this year.

Have you noticed that the media is going crazy with the phrase “Fear and Loathing…?” “Fear and Loathing in Austin’s night clubs.” “Fear and Loathing in Kathie Lee’s sweatshop.” “Clearance sale causes fear and loathing.” And anything “Zilla.” And mixing Godzilla with the lizards from Fear and Loathing… Terry Gilliam should sue. Get together with Perry Farrell, who should sue for every use of the word “palooza” when a bunch of shit is happening.