Archive | June, 2012

On Speech: On Coming – The Vagina / The Feminist

19 Jun

The ACLU summed it up perfectly:

In a place of government, in the middle of our country, a woman’s voice, a politician, a State Representative Lisa Brown, of the State of Michigan, was silenced by House Republicans because she said the word “vagina” on the floor. Vagina on the floor.

She was making a speech against a bill that would restrict abortions. The next day, House Republicans would not let her speak her opinion on a school employee retirement bill. It was retaliation.

Here is the video:

This is what she said to close her speech on abortion:

“Finally, Mr. Speaker, I’m flattered that you’re all so interested in my vagina, but ‘no’ means ‘no.'” 

This is what he said:

“What she said was offensive,” said Rep. Mike Callton, R-Nashville. “It was so offensive, I don’t even want to say it in front of women. I would not say that in mixed company.”

It’s pussy, Rep. Mike Callton’s saying, shut-up, it’s pussythat’s what it is, in non mixed company, lady.

And you’re, you’re a feminist a really really bad word, lady, for saying vagina, I mean how offensive can you get. 

Whateves. We get it, cowboy. Hi-dee-HO.

Yup, ho, he’s saying, that’s another one, lady, take the cotton out of your ears and put them in your mouth, and, well, your you know what when you got to, and just sit down and sit tight, you mam, you, and your vagina, while we figure out what we’re gonna do with it. 

Ok. And of course a wonderful retort happened today. On the steps of the capital tonight – Rep. Lisa Brown, with playwright Eve Ensler in toe, and over 3000 others attending – yes in mixed company read from Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues. 

I have two copies of The Vagina Monologues, one of which is signed by Eve Ensler, from back in the day. That book gave voice to women. Women speaking about their vaginas. The book gave me alot of hope and inspiration.

Bless you, bless your vagina, she wrote.

And if you remember, just a few weeks back, some guy decided to stop dating me because he found the word feminist offensive.  He noted to me that in fact he saw no need for feminism, alluding to the fact that things are all quite easy and all between everyone.

To align one’s self with the vagina, does that mean one is a feminist?

Vaginas – it’s all based around coming. Coming out of. Coming to. Just cumming. Western culture, global: from sea to shining….

Vagina. See:

come

come   [kuhm]  verb, came, come, com·ing, noun

verb (used without object)
1.
to approach or move toward a particular person or place: Come here. Don’t come any closer!
2.
to arrive by movement or in the course of progress: The train from Boston is coming.
3.
to approach or arrive in time, in succession, etc.: Christmas comes once a year. I’ll come to your question next.
4.
to move into view; appear.
5.
to extend; reach: The dress comes to her knees.
6.
to take place; occur; happen: Success comes to those who strive.
7.
to occur at a certain point, position, etc.: Tuesday comes after Monday. Her aria comes in the third act.
8.
to be available, produced, offered, etc.: Toothpaste comes in a tube.
9.
to occur to the mind: The idea just came to me.
10.
to befall: They promised no harm would come to us.
11.
to issue; emanate; be derived: Peaches come from trees. Good results do not come from careless work.
12.
to arrive or appear as a result: This comes of carelessness.
13.
to enter or be brought into a specified state or condition: to come into popular use.
14.
to do or manage; fare: She’s coming along well with her work.
15.
to enter into being or existence; be born: The baby came at dawn.
16.
to have been a resident or to be a native of (usually followed by from ): She comes from Florida.
17.
to become: His shoes came untied.
18.
to seem to become: His fears made the menacing statues come alive. The work will come easy with a little practice.
19.
(used in the imperative to call attention or to express impatience, anger, remonstrance, etc.): Come, that will do!
20.
to germinate, as grain.
21.
Informal . to have an orgasm.

I did a quick google search for “celebrity” and “panty” – and saw some amazing websites on shots of celebrity vagina, celebrity’s coming and going from one celebrity event to another, with their Gucci and Rodarte, their bodyguards, and their vaginas in toe, FYI.

And, I, like yourself, came out of a vagina. Yes, indeed. Germinate.

Coming. I remember when Madonna’s Like A Virgin  album came out. I remember asking my Mom, what is a virgin?  I remember looking at old Penthouse magazines from a friend’s father’s stash, when I was quite young. Oh yes, THAT, is a vagina. Those gals, in the pictures, yeah they were coming.

Coming from. I remember being disgusted, repulsed, by the word myself as a young girl. VA-GINE-A. It made me so disgusted. I hated the word. Precursor. Yes, I thought it to be offensive, too.  No, but not like saying the word penis. No, that did not make me disgusted at all. In the slightest. Wonder where those differing perspectives came from, maybe came out of Michigan, for example.

Came. When the time came, my mother got me an amazing book Period: A Girl’s Guide. Had the whole  Free To Be You And Me aesthetic going on. Gals being awesome, gals watering plants, making things, kicking around town, all on their periods and all, and rocking their awesome bad ass selves, zooming into womanhood. What a gift. Get it for your girl. She’s gonna need it.

The shocking thing 2012, is that a woman was punished and not allowed to speak, in America, in a house of government, she was punished for speaking a word that describes the female anatomy and thus not allowed to speak again, in a house of government, because she used such a word. We need not only Feminists but men who do not identify as feminists to take notice of this, yes such an offensive and unabashed reveal of misogyny.

Bless you, bless your vagina, she wrote.

God bless America, and God bless all the vaginas.

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My Barbarian, My Barometer – McDonald’s: A Spiritual Shift with Smoothies + Salads in the Sky

11 Jun

Looking upwards into the sky, I see green and purple.

McDonald’s: my barbarian, and my barometer. McDonald’s. The more the berrier.

Think we’re just on our way to heaven on earth.

The more the berrier, ’tis true. The other day I was at the dog park. Some hipster gal was running after her dog – said Goji, goji, come here, Goji!

She straight-up named her dog after that berry. Cutest sign of the times; chasing after those free radicals.

And it is quite merry that McDonald’s is selling smoothies. This means that the Apocalypse has already happened, and we’re all going to be awesome and optimal at $2.99.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 
On what wings dare he aspire? 
What the hand dare sieze the fire? – W.Blake

So skyward, I see Salad and I see Smoothies. Green and purple. Green and purple, like a bruise, something McDonald’s is known for, behind the scenes that is. Bruised flesh carnations on a bun.

Now something else, flowering. Very real. Of course they are jumping in on the green parade. Of course they are going to make dough with the greens. But I think something other, something gorgeous is going on.

There is energy in fruits and berries, God-given, high vibration. If McDonalds is linking arms with this thread, it does not matter if the greens and berries are organic or not. The connection, the linkage, the amount of people reached with messaging coming out of old McDonald’s mouth, McDonald’s speaking in a tongue touched by nature’s jewels and leaves, this particular reach is as massive and impactful as a man who is African-American in the white house. Massive shifts. This movement in itself is organic, meaning – it has come at a time when other things are moving their plates around as well.

Looking upwards. We’ve seen kaleidoscope slivers, half moons, refracted and reflected sun, solar eclipse, we’ve seen Venus passing in front of the sun, I mean Julie handed me those goggles and I actually saw with my two eyes the planet Venus, and more and more we’ve been looking skyward, the masses born again in 2010 with Gilbert’s Eat Pray Love, sealed with a digitally distributed kiss by Julia Roberts. Julia Roberts who for some reason I get confused with Cindy Crawford, her, yeah she’s the one whose got that Marilyn mole – yes her mole looks about the size of the planet Venus.

Eat Pray Love. It’s all up there on the McDonald’s billboard. Such a far cry India, from the consciousness in Pretty Woman. It’s quite a trajectory. Beef to salad, Pretty Woman to Eat Pray Love, people you never knew knew God are talking about God on Facebook. And we’re all experiencing some sort of telepathy – this is what texting is preparing us for. But more on that later.

This is a shadow of the solar eclypse.

The Venus transit kindof looks like Cindy Crawford’s mole.

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