Using the Sleek Lagoon palette, I created this colourful, "under the sea" type of look :).
EYES:
-Nars Smudgeproof primer
From the Sleek Lagoon palette:
-Night sky (outer 1/3 of lid)
-Deep water (crease, and to blend Night Sky into lid)
-Underworld (middle of lid)
-Ariel (first 1/3 of lid)
-Sand dollar (inner corner of eye, to blend Ariel a bit)
-Reflection (over crease lightly)
-Emerald on lower lashline
-Sand dollar on lower lashline
-MAC Powerpoint pencil (black) on upper lashline and lower waterline
-MAC Extendlash mascara
-MAC Blanc Type and Golden Flurry for brown bone/blending any harsh lines
FACE:
-MAC N5 Studio Fix Powder + Foundation
-MAC Harmony to contour
-MAC Springsheen for blush
-MAC light mineral skinfinish for highlight
LIPS:
-MAC Cherish
-MAC Creme d'Nude overtop (to warm and lighten a bit)
I'm well into my day now, so please don't mind the slight oiliness happening up in here! lol
Happy Thursday!
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Interrogation - poem
What if I'm standing at the edge of the world
would anyone really care, or go about life saying
"there she goes again"
There I go, saying "what if," my trusty catch-phrase of temporary amnesia
of the faith I claim to carry close to my
murmuring heart
Who wants to read, consume, reorganize these words into some
sense
of what they think it means to them?
Does it matter what it means to me? Does this typing, thinking, feeling, seething mass of grey matter-driven flesh mean something profound,
or is this simply posturing in the pseudo-poetic universe?
What if this is all I have left
Does grey turn to nothing when drained of purpose?
If not one more drop of creativity trickles onto the pages of my e-canvas, then
what point remains in neurons zapping each other anymore?
If my words are silenced, when attempting to describe the wounds inflicted on my
psyche and soul,
what point remains in speaking?
When would it be noted that I no longer say anything of value,
or worse,
when no words come at all?
How will someone know when my thoughts simply sublimate instead of pouring out of these tired lips, and
why not even sparks light the way throughout my brain?
What if I'm standing with the world in my fingertips, ready to drop it, along with the purposeful words tomorrow could bring?
There I go again.
would anyone really care, or go about life saying
"there she goes again"
There I go, saying "what if," my trusty catch-phrase of temporary amnesia
of the faith I claim to carry close to my
murmuring heart
Who wants to read, consume, reorganize these words into some
sense
of what they think it means to them?
Does it matter what it means to me? Does this typing, thinking, feeling, seething mass of grey matter-driven flesh mean something profound,
or is this simply posturing in the pseudo-poetic universe?
What if this is all I have left
Does grey turn to nothing when drained of purpose?
If not one more drop of creativity trickles onto the pages of my e-canvas, then
what point remains in neurons zapping each other anymore?
If my words are silenced, when attempting to describe the wounds inflicted on my
psyche and soul,
what point remains in speaking?
When would it be noted that I no longer say anything of value,
or worse,
when no words come at all?
How will someone know when my thoughts simply sublimate instead of pouring out of these tired lips, and
why not even sparks light the way throughout my brain?
What if I'm standing with the world in my fingertips, ready to drop it, along with the purposeful words tomorrow could bring?
There I go again.
composition - poem
rising to the brim--maybe it's there already,
sloshing back and forth from the edge
waiting, craving release but uncertain of how,
from amnesia of overwhelm, forgotten faculties,
forgotten its form and purpose to flow when frozen in
moments
or moment, or then, here, tomorrow,
now
unable to recall knowing
how to fall
into acceptance of its composition, its liquid state of alkaline truth
instead, it yearns to burst through and over--
instead, it bubbles, and threatens sublimation
how can it create,
when, unwilling to ebb through
the darkness of resolve, it
destroys, waiting, blinded by white denial,
killing tomorrow's birth with its poison
decaying the prism of choices--
left only with sobering decisive
indecision
realization
too late and yet
it discovers fiction in the story of inability to make something out of its nothingness, the fiction of its vaporous state as it was but a dream, provoked by yesterday's chemical lies,
the belated truth that its substance has been fluid all along
sloshing back and forth from the edge
waiting, craving release but uncertain of how,
from amnesia of overwhelm, forgotten faculties,
forgotten its form and purpose to flow when frozen in
moments
or moment, or then, here, tomorrow,
now
unable to recall knowing
how to fall
into acceptance of its composition, its liquid state of alkaline truth
instead, it yearns to burst through and over--
instead, it bubbles, and threatens sublimation
how can it create,
when, unwilling to ebb through
the darkness of resolve, it
destroys, waiting, blinded by white denial,
killing tomorrow's birth with its poison
decaying the prism of choices--
left only with sobering decisive
indecision
realization
too late and yet
it discovers fiction in the story of inability to make something out of its nothingness, the fiction of its vaporous state as it was but a dream, provoked by yesterday's chemical lies,
the belated truth that its substance has been fluid all along
Seesick - poem
it's coming, swelling, vertigo dancing behind my eyes
tossing my head, rocking my brain until I'm
scared
to stand, to breathe, to be
here at the eye
of the thoughts ebbing to and from my memory, playing out in percussion
against my weary heart,
knocking my rubber legs and stirring my caustic core
shipwrecked limbs, memories, faith, floating on the residue
of today's fears
awoken by the beats, the pounding, terrible music
of the minutes ticking by at tempos too quick for
still water to remain its true self
this is a mashup:
a decrepit concoction of confused imagery
and imaginings
from a place that brews a poisonous elixir,
enticing my ego to jump in--
to see blue when the world is painted gray, black, puce, and pain
can't I smell the noxious gas? the deadly suffocation,
threatening to end it all
promising to stop it
giving into dizzying visions
of what was, is, and may never be
but can never happen
or else I'll take it up, I'll shake hands and that will be
it
the final note, the bridge to no more minutes--
just weightless, poison-less, fearless floating
into the tomorrow I always wanted
but never knew
could be
tossing my head, rocking my brain until I'm
scared
to stand, to breathe, to be
here at the eye
of the thoughts ebbing to and from my memory, playing out in percussion
against my weary heart,
knocking my rubber legs and stirring my caustic core
shipwrecked limbs, memories, faith, floating on the residue
of today's fears
awoken by the beats, the pounding, terrible music
of the minutes ticking by at tempos too quick for
still water to remain its true self
this is a mashup:
a decrepit concoction of confused imagery
and imaginings
from a place that brews a poisonous elixir,
enticing my ego to jump in--
to see blue when the world is painted gray, black, puce, and pain
can't I smell the noxious gas? the deadly suffocation,
threatening to end it all
promising to stop it
giving into dizzying visions
of what was, is, and may never be
but can never happen
or else I'll take it up, I'll shake hands and that will be
it
the final note, the bridge to no more minutes--
just weightless, poison-less, fearless floating
into the tomorrow I always wanted
but never knew
could be
Friday, April 11, 2014
LOTD Happy Friday peeps!
For today's look, I went off of a look inspired by the lovely Zabrena on http://myeyeshadowconsultant.com/
Her post is based on MAC's Aquadisiac, but I don't have that eyeshadow nor some others she used, so I duped with what I had. Instead, I used Sleek's Lagoon palette and some other eyeshadows I have kicking around.
Enjoy :)
Eyes:
-MAC Lucky Green on inner 1/3 of lid and lower lashline
-Sleek Sassea on outer 2/3 of lid and lower lashline
-Sleek Ariel on crease
-UD Naked to blend Ariel into crease
-MAC Mylar on browbone/blend
-Sleek Sand Dollar on inner corner of eye (top and bottom)
-Cargo black eyeliner
-MAC Extendlash mascara
Face:
-MAC Harmony blush (contour)
-MAC Springsheen blush
-MAC Mineralize light powder for highlight
-MAC N5 Studio Fix powder/foundation
Lips:
-MAC Creme d'Nude
-MAC Ravishing over that
Her post is based on MAC's Aquadisiac, but I don't have that eyeshadow nor some others she used, so I duped with what I had. Instead, I used Sleek's Lagoon palette and some other eyeshadows I have kicking around.
Enjoy :)
Eyes:
-MAC Lucky Green on inner 1/3 of lid and lower lashline
-Sleek Sassea on outer 2/3 of lid and lower lashline
-Sleek Ariel on crease
-UD Naked to blend Ariel into crease
-MAC Mylar on browbone/blend
-Sleek Sand Dollar on inner corner of eye (top and bottom)
-Cargo black eyeliner
-MAC Extendlash mascara
Face:
-MAC Harmony blush (contour)
-MAC Springsheen blush
-MAC Mineralize light powder for highlight
-MAC N5 Studio Fix powder/foundation
Lips:
-MAC Creme d'Nude
-MAC Ravishing over that
Monday, March 10, 2014
FOTD Monday
Good morning everyone.
Happy Monday (is there a such thing? why yes! there can be :) ! )
Here's my face of the day (FOTD)
I used...
EYES:
-MAC Patina (crease)
-MAC carbon (outer v, WELL blended)
-MAC Copperplate (over the outer third of eye)
-MAC Patina (first third of eye)
-MAC Blanc Type (brown bone/blend)
-MAC Copperplate (last third lower lash line)
-MAC Patina (first two thirds of lower lash line)
-Cargo black eyeliner (top lashline and lower waterline)
CHEEKS:
-MAC Harmony (contour)
-MAC Blushbaby (blush)
LIPS:
-MAC Viva Glam V lipstick
Have a great day :)!
Happy Monday (is there a such thing? why yes! there can be :) ! )
Here's my face of the day (FOTD)
I used...
EYES:
-MAC Patina (crease)
-MAC carbon (outer v, WELL blended)
-MAC Copperplate (over the outer third of eye)
-MAC Patina (first third of eye)
-MAC Blanc Type (brown bone/blend)
-MAC Copperplate (last third lower lash line)
-MAC Patina (first two thirds of lower lash line)
-Cargo black eyeliner (top lashline and lower waterline)
CHEEKS:
-MAC Harmony (contour)
-MAC Blushbaby (blush)
LIPS:
-MAC Viva Glam V lipstick
Have a great day :)!
Saturday, March 08, 2014
EOTD Saturday!!
Happy Saturday, friends!
I was working all day, and am shocked that my eye makeup lasted all day! (Thank you, Urban Decay shadows and Nars primer!) I got compliments on my eye makeup from a few interesting sources today: 2 MAC artists, a lovely friend of mine and her friend! So, I thought I'd share.
Before I do, I'd like to give a huge nod to Zabrena from myeyeshadowconsultant.com for the inspiration for this look. She is a gorgeous, kind, innovative, and brilliant woman with a fantastic website for women to get the most out of their makeup collection. The video I took inspiration from is as follows:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yv0HcIrRvPM
I used the Urban Decay Naked palette for this look :) :
-UD Naked on the crease
-UD Darkhorse on the outer v and last third of lid
-UD Buck on the middle third
-UD Half Baked on the first third
-Blended UD Virgin on the brow bone, into the crease
-UD Smog over the middle part of the lid to blend Half Baked into Darkhorse
-UD Darkhorse on outer third of lower lashline
-UD Half Baked on first 2 thirds of lower lashline
-Cargo black eyeliner
-MAC Extendlash mascara
have a great evening!!
I was working all day, and am shocked that my eye makeup lasted all day! (Thank you, Urban Decay shadows and Nars primer!) I got compliments on my eye makeup from a few interesting sources today: 2 MAC artists, a lovely friend of mine and her friend! So, I thought I'd share.
Before I do, I'd like to give a huge nod to Zabrena from myeyeshadowconsultant.com for the inspiration for this look. She is a gorgeous, kind, innovative, and brilliant woman with a fantastic website for women to get the most out of their makeup collection. The video I took inspiration from is as follows:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yv0HcIrRvPM
I used the Urban Decay Naked palette for this look :) :
-UD Naked on the crease
-UD Darkhorse on the outer v and last third of lid
-UD Buck on the middle third
-UD Half Baked on the first third
-Blended UD Virgin on the brow bone, into the crease
-UD Smog over the middle part of the lid to blend Half Baked into Darkhorse
-UD Darkhorse on outer third of lower lashline
-UD Half Baked on first 2 thirds of lower lashline
-Cargo black eyeliner
-MAC Extendlash mascara
have a great evening!!
Friday, March 07, 2014
EOTD :) Happy Friday!
Not as happy with today’s eye look, but the idea is what I like lol.
I used:
-MAC Patina (crease)
-Bodyshop Sugar Gaze (inner third of lid)
-Bodyshop Steel My Heart (outer third/outer v)
-MAC Copperplate (middle third of lid)
-MAC Blanc Type (brow/blend)
-MAC Patina (crease)
-Bodyshop Sugar Gaze (inner third of lid)
-Bodyshop Steel My Heart (outer third/outer v)
-MAC Copperplate (middle third of lid)
-MAC Blanc Type (brow/blend)
Then I went in with Patina on the middle of my lid to warm it up a bit. The Bodyshop shadows are powdery and really don’t blend as well as I’d like. So, again, I’m not thrilled with the look, but it’s OK
.
On my cheeks:
-Patina to contour (weird, I know, but it sort of worked)
-MAC Warm Soul (blush)
-Patina to contour (weird, I know, but it sort of worked)
-MAC Warm Soul (blush)
Lips:
-MAC Mellowarm (LE) (Frost) –> this is from the Fabulously Festive (Warm) kit a few years back. This lipstick is lovely, and reads more Cremesheen on me than Frost. It’s a bit warm for my liking, but it works with my clothes today.
-MAC Mellowarm (LE) (Frost) –> this is from the Fabulously Festive (Warm) kit a few years back. This lipstick is lovely, and reads more Cremesheen on me than Frost. It’s a bit warm for my liking, but it works with my clothes today.
Happy Friday and Happy Weekend :)
Thursday, March 06, 2014
EOTD
(EOTD stands for Eye of the Day, by the way :))
I used:
-MAC Soft Brown (crease)
-MAC Golden Flurry (LE) (blend/brow)
-MAC Deep Truth (outer v/outer third of lid)
-MAC Gorgeous Gold (inner third of lid)
-MAC Tilt (blend Deep Truth to middle third of lid)
-MAC Juxt (middle of lid, blended into Gorgeous Gold and Deep Truth)
-UD Naked (over the crease at the end to blend, soften)
:)
Cheeks:
-MAC Seasonal Appeal blush (LE)
Lips:
-MAC Ravishing (cremesheen)
Enjoy :)
I used:
-MAC Soft Brown (crease)
-MAC Golden Flurry (LE) (blend/brow)
-MAC Deep Truth (outer v/outer third of lid)
-MAC Gorgeous Gold (inner third of lid)
-MAC Tilt (blend Deep Truth to middle third of lid)
-MAC Juxt (middle of lid, blended into Gorgeous Gold and Deep Truth)
-UD Naked (over the crease at the end to blend, soften)
:)
Cheeks:
-MAC Seasonal Appeal blush (LE)
Lips:
-MAC Ravishing (cremesheen)
Enjoy :)
Monday, July 08, 2013
Resurrection (poem)
petals drop, prune my leaves as some are
wilting,
some are dead
strip me here of all my yesterdays
remind me what's inside
I can't smell tomorrow
or is that the sound of decay
cloying like the petals I dreamed of
last night and tomorrow
peel, peel,
stab me with your adrenaline tongue
spark my language-making heart
revive my core to spark these wings to fly
or buds to bloom
or seed to burst
remind me who's still inside
out there tastes so much better than
the view from in here
if I'm under six feet
or over my prime,
still,
I'll learn to fly for you
I'll spread my bloom,
I'll raise my wings
I'll dive from this bed of thorns and death
to the sky I hear when I think of you
strip me bare
I want to breathe
as flower, moth, drawn to your flaming eyes
willing to burn for you
wanting to scald, scream,
smiling, cheeks hurting, arms throbbing from stretching to
grasp today
pluck my stem from the cocoon of dead petals
writhing 'round my frozen limbs
or were those wings?
strip me down
to what I think I knew
the taste of roses, the sound of butterfly flutters
in my stomach and the womb of what I'd
give to you
to remember how
to feel
Thursday, May 23, 2013
twin flames--poem
do you remember how
your smile ignited her
and she would burn
brighter
hotter
spreading to blushing cheeks of hungry ones
she challenged them to control her flames
and they would burn for her
no matter how dangerous,
she would wave the red banner
and they would run
to burn with her, and burn through her
until she became small and ashen
and while still waving the red,
they would blow her away, ash by ash
she became lost on the very plains
she used to ignite
she retreated from fatal pursuits, collecting her ashes to
reconstruct a visage of cunning vitality,
frozen in a mask of confidence,
frozen in a mask resembling only you
then, naught more than a matchstick in waiting,
no more ones--only One--came along
He blasted open the tomb she created
and you and she were no longer two
we burned again, but with another,
with the only One who will matter
but somewhere in the flames we lost
the knowledge of how to kindle our flame
when He can see our eternal fire--
ignite it, harness it, and keep it safe,
why can't we do the same?
why can't we use what He sees
and melt she and you into "me"?
do you remember His mercy in breaking us free,
when He and I became We,
lighting each other, igniting each other
two flames burning as One?
your smile ignited her
and she would burn
brighter
hotter
spreading to blushing cheeks of hungry ones
she challenged them to control her flames
and they would burn for her
no matter how dangerous,
she would wave the red banner
and they would run
to burn with her, and burn through her
until she became small and ashen
and while still waving the red,
they would blow her away, ash by ash
she became lost on the very plains
she used to ignite
she retreated from fatal pursuits, collecting her ashes to
reconstruct a visage of cunning vitality,
frozen in a mask of confidence,
frozen in a mask resembling only you
then, naught more than a matchstick in waiting,
no more ones--only One--came along
He blasted open the tomb she created
and you and she were no longer two
we burned again, but with another,
with the only One who will matter
but somewhere in the flames we lost
the knowledge of how to kindle our flame
when He can see our eternal fire--
ignite it, harness it, and keep it safe,
why can't we do the same?
why can't we use what He sees
and melt she and you into "me"?
do you remember His mercy in breaking us free,
when He and I became We,
lighting each other, igniting each other
two flames burning as One?
Thursday, April 18, 2013
storm
relentless: she's a hurricane
certain she doesn't know,
though certainty does little when chaos blots out reason
in the center she's a sage,
but when she spins the rage destroys
left in the trail, trailing behind
stomp in the puddles, splash in the mud
delight in the mess one day,
another drown
silver linings on zero clouds--just the white, fluffy, distant stuff
(sometimes grey)
(then again, usually grey)
(and white is just grey's dream for betterment)
losing the sun, forgetting its warmth, forgotten light in this labyrinth of dust
settling dirt into pores of tired skin, weathered hands, and leaden legs
disjointed thoughts trickling from the eye of rationality
connecting the dots of hail pouring from tear-tired eyes
racing through ash, apathy begging to conquer
resentment's hold on the flailing statue,
bending to the wind,
crumbling in the dark,
crumbled already--
scattered particles
lying comfortably on the aftermath, on yesterday's grave
too weary to fathom "tomorrow",
afraid to go to sleep
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Sunday, April 07, 2013
sublimation -- poem
rising to the brim--maybe it's there already,
sloshing back and forth from the edge
waiting, craving release but uncertain of how,
from amnesia of overwhelm, forgotten faculties,
forgotten its form and purpose to flow when frozen in
moments
or moment, or then, here, tomorrow,
now
unable to recall knowing
how to fall
down into acceptance of its composition, its liquid state of acidic truth
instead, it yearns to burst through and over--
instead, it bubbles, and threatens to burn
how can it calm, strengthen, create
when unwilling to slip into
the darkness of resolve?
frozen, sitting blinded by white denial,
blotting out creation's brilliance
erasing the prism of choices--
left with sobering decisive
indecision
realization
broken and yet
it discovers fiction in the story of inability to make something out of its nothingness, the fiction of its vaporous state as it was provoked by when its substance has been fluid all along
sloshing back and forth from the edge
waiting, craving release but uncertain of how,
from amnesia of overwhelm, forgotten faculties,
forgotten its form and purpose to flow when frozen in
moments
or moment, or then, here, tomorrow,
now
unable to recall knowing
how to fall
down into acceptance of its composition, its liquid state of acidic truth
instead, it yearns to burst through and over--
instead, it bubbles, and threatens to burn
how can it calm, strengthen, create
when unwilling to slip into
the darkness of resolve?
frozen, sitting blinded by white denial,
blotting out creation's brilliance
erasing the prism of choices--
left with sobering decisive
indecision
realization
broken and yet
it discovers fiction in the story of inability to make something out of its nothingness, the fiction of its vaporous state as it was provoked by when its substance has been fluid all along
Friday, April 05, 2013
RIP, Ebert!
Here's a nod to Jezebel.com for Kate Dries' exposé on Ebert's best reviews. Happy reading:
http://jezebel.com/5993693/roger-eberts-twenty-best-reviews
http://jezebel.com/5993693/roger-eberts-twenty-best-reviews
Monday, January 09, 2012
The Road to Heaven - poem
At a crossroads with so many paths to choose,
I’m run under where I stand
But wasn’t it Sam who said, it’s not the road to Heaven
that’s paved with good intent?
and yet
I intend to love this Gift
I’m all too blessed to accept
and all too inspired to resist
Still run under where I stand
There’s beauty in standing
even if only to stand for the breath intended
to pass through these lips
Running created the chaos necessary
to test my intention to stand with what
inspired me to search for Heaven
through the path I still need to choose
My legs have lost the will to run
where I stand
My lungs have tired but aspired to learning
how to get to Heaven while standing
with what I’ve been given
Through inhales and exhales and heartbeat percussions
playing out the symphony of Above and Below,
the fork vanishes, transforms
into a response, revealing why
I’ve been running
‘til now
Until I awoke from the dreams of confusion
to the sound reality that
Heaven is in the Gift,
and the Gift is the proof
that Breath exists
to keep us standing for
the choice I made
in you
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Alchemy-poem
this one's dedicated to my Scott.
If I could kiss your eyes until you see stars and the skies,
could you paint our tomorrow’s until your brush-hand tires?
I would dance through the breeze for you,
(the one I’d command to caress the skin I crave to
breathe in)
I’d hold your hand, giving it firework-sparks
to ignite the same your touch invokes
in me
Hopefully, and wishfully, and dreamfully then,
you’d be able to paint,
what you want the next day to unfold
and inspire in us what we both dare
to dream
I’d dance
(or pose)
until you can’t escape the vision
of the cloud-canvas overcome by the burn-marks of our
tango:
the capture of our tomorrow
and the lipstick stain from the daring little act
that is no longer just an
if
Sunday, April 03, 2011
Diamonds--poem
This one's dedicated to anyone and all of my friends and family members who have ever doubted how truly awesome they are.
There’re diamonds in the sky
they say
for those who are willing to reach for
them with outstretched, driven, strengthy hands
and a crystal reflection in their eyes
“I can’t reach!”
I heard you say,
and you jumped as high as you could (at the time).
My eyes rolled away and my body
followed my train of thought—
“coming aboard?” I asked.
This time, yours rolled. You’re gone, ‘til I find you
rolled up from rolling so much through
the mire
that has dimmed your sight of the diamond sky.
“You can reach!” I raise my voice with
my pointer
to our dreams twinkling high above.
The air vibrates around the sole figure,
the only figure alone with her sky.
“You can reach.” I repeat, in vain,
my breath rippling through the night
caressing the dew of first dawn.
The Moon pulls away, her rays curling upward,
giving way to the Sun and all His enlightenment.
I see you outstretched, glowing from God’s praise
for the creature God made is delighting in
the Sun’s glory.
I should be happy—perhaps I am—but I know
that those diamonds feel farther to you than Mother Moon does
with Father Sun owning the sky.
You seem blind by Him, that brilliant Sun.
You seem blind to seeing how close They are,
those twinkling, inspiring dreams.
You seem blind when you dip your little toes
in Sister Tide, tickling your tootsies with each lap and pull.
I feel blind and dumb, staring at Sister Tide, beyond your feet,
your tools for striding.
Until She winks
using Father Sun’s gifts, and cheekily sends them back
two-fold.
Maybe I’m crazy, and dumber than I thought, but I hear
Mama Moon giggle
as the answer’s revealed.
With a shout and a dance, I disturb my Sisters,
the water and the child of God’s gracious breath.
You look at me with that familiar perplexity, that confusion
twisting your nose into a cute button.
“’Til tonight!” I yelp, like Brother Wolf at his Mother,
and I dance away, prance away, to my box of tricks.
Some call it Pandora’s, for the power it holds—
I call it Ambition, as it leads me to precious, faithful glass—
to glass so crafty, so carefully crafted,
with Sister Tide’s wisdom-filled notion,
of handing back truths to the unbeknownst sender.
My heart beats you to me, dragging your tools,
worn from a day in Father Sun’s rays.
I say no words, just gestures to tell you:
“you can.”
Before those blues roll away from my suggestion,
your lips forming “I can’t” with practised ease,
I grab the glass, covering my face with your own.
“You already have,” I exhale, relieved.
I know what faith is, without seeing what you saw,
as, in the glass,
your eyes twinkled with the diamonds
we’ve both admired
all along.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
A few steps backwards, then forwards. Ah, the feminist dance.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tracy-mcmillan/why-youre-not-married_b_822088.html?ref=fb&src=sp
then
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/brienne-walsh/an-open-letter-to-the-wom_b_829378.html
My response(s).
From a female social worker’s perspective, I say “shame on you” to the first author, Tracy McMillan. Not to discredit my belief that only you and you alone can ultimately change your reality, but McMillan takes her little torch of personal responsibility and runs it into the world of blame. She runs way past being sensible and logical to being cynical and sensationalist for the sake of writing. She is a writer and I do understand the “look at me! look at me” initiative, but she goes a bit far. Blaming women as an entire population for creating and fostering the causes (which she lists in a “witty” manner) of not being able to marry is ludicrous. Let’s take a look at this list, shall we?
1) “You’re a bitch.” No, I am not, thank you very much. Angered women can be frightening—and so they should be. We’ve been marginalized for generations. Although feminism has pushed us into an age where equity is no longer a fantasy, there is still great injustice globally. With the burning of our bras and the sound of our screams to be heard and respected in the workforce—and in general!—ignorant men and ignorant women have shuddered in their boots. It took anger to get us ahead. However, we are not where we should be by far. Along with the positive change, came the notion that women have to be a bitch to get ahead. No wonder so many people are bitter...How do you act as a delicate flower a la Belle in Beauty and the Beast whilst trying to show “the man” that “anything he can do, we can do better” while he stares at our chests instead of our eyes? Do I think being bitter and angry is healthy for anyone—men or women alike? Hell to the no. In the end, world peace won’t be achieved by fighting for the rest of our lives. For now, though, we do have to fight in order to be seen and heard. So do we blame ourselves, us women—or “bitches”—for being marginalized then being angry for that treatment? HELL NO. It’s bitchier to whine about what you don’t have (love, a marriage, a car, some dignity) and blame a marginalized population (i.e. other women, but not men), than to fight for what you believe in and your own population’s rights and actually feel angry about the injustice done to you. Men may be frightened by our voice, but those are the men that tried to silence us in the first place. There are male feminists out there. They may not be as visible, but then again not all female feminists are, either. Wonder why? The male feminists may be ridiculed, the female feminists may be pushed aside or blamed, but we’re alive and well and we exist. I don’t appreciate being blamed for epic marriage fails because I’m not doing the right things (according to McMillan).
2) “You’re shallow.” Again, no I’m not. It is not shallow to search for qualities that our very biology deems us to look for. Success, ambition, blah blah blah, are not the defining basis for “marriage success 101.” Yet, is it wrong to look for those? Dating is sometimes considered the practice for finding the proverbial “one.” Is it wrong to have standards for someone you’re dating to be of similar interests and of a certain level of ambition—instead of selling yourself short because you’ll probably not find “the one” anyway? Where’s the happy middle of self-confidence and self-esteem mixed with reasonable flexibility? Do we really have to swing so far to being “all accepting” of traits in a partner to appease the opposite (or same) sex?
3) “You’re a slut.” Two words: free love, baby! Just kidding...sort of. Who’s to say that your sexual behaviour is “wrong” unless you’re hurting yourself and/or someone else? Do I not deserve to get married to my beautiful, kind, passionate (and Catholic) boyfriend because I’ve made some sexual faux pas in the past? Am I slut because I’ve made some sexual blunders in the past? There are plenty of women who are able to have casual sex, then to develop a relationship with someone later on. Obviously, there are women who, for whatever painful reason in their past, present, whatever have difficulty with relationships and are chronic casual sex’ers, whether they consciously men to be or not. But then again, there are lots of men like that, too. There are also lots of men who could make you blush with how many partners they’ve “had,” but who are capable of a strong and healthy partnership because of choices and personal growth that they have pursued. So, are we all sluts until we decide to change? Is it fair to call someone with self-esteem issues, strong self-awareness and approval of casual sex, or sexually addictive behaviour a slut? Ok then, McJudgy.
4) “You’re a liar.” Ok. No, for your sake, for you, the beautiful woman you are, you probably shouldn’t stay in a destructive relationship. You are lying to yourself if you think he’ll change. But, guess what? I’m not going to actually ever tell you that until you’re at the point where you’re next to destroyed because of how emotionally broken you feel. As a social worker, I’d help you realize that you, yes you, have the power and the choice to change your situation—not him, but your situation and to help you find something else to make you happy because you don’t need someone else to do that. But we’d do that together. Hell, that’s what I’d do as a friend. At some point, as a friend, social worker, parent, sister, colleague, whatever, you may need to blank-point tell a woman or a man that his/her relationship is not healthy for that person. But should we also tell that person “shame on you for lying to yourself, because you’re solely to blame and the other person has no responsibility”? I don’t think so—and I doubt that’s what McMillan thinks, either, but she doesn’t convey her truth amongst her cynical dross.
5) “You’re Selfish.” Oh boy. Note to the world: do not use the words “good wife” in an article and expect feminists to respond positively. And, who’s to say that a successful marriage means kids? There is nothing—NO THING—selfish about taking care of yourself, pursuing your dreams, goals, aspirations, taking up training to be a yoga teacher, making a life for yourself, and pursuing a relationship that fits you and that you fit into all at the same time. Period. If you are honest and genuine in your pursuits for finding happiness and not impeding on others’ lives with your pursuits, go for it. Be happy. Be “selfish” because we all deserve to be happy and live the best possible lives we can.
6) “You’re not good enough.” McMillan makes some valid points in this section, because she recognizes the tragic belief most of us have: that we’re not good enough. However, her whole article has the underpinnings of “how to be a good wife 101.” Should we be taking classes for this bulls***? No. Should we be self-aware and help each other be aware of our behaviour and self-image so we can be happy and healthy? Yes. Should we be striving for the ultimate commitment to the most important relationship (not necessarily marriage) we’ll ever have: to ourselves? Yes. Definitely.
Back to my “shame on you” comment: marriage is not a game or a golden calf to worship blindly. Marriage is a partnership—the official promise of eternal commitment to another person so long as the relationship is equitable and loving. McMillan talks about marriage as if it’s the bouquet the proverbial bride throws for all the hungry bridesmaids to catch. She refers to it like it’s an end—not a means—that one must change for and fit into an ideal for. How about marriage as a recognition of who you are complimenting who the other person is (man or woman) and the bond you have created? How about aiming for whatever relationship (marriage or not) that fits into what lifestyle you’ll be striving in? Marriage isn’t the end-goal for everyone. Stop making it seem like that’s what we’re all going for, and that’s what we’re supposed to go for. McMillan may very well believe in woman power and equality, equity, empowerment—and whatever other feminist buzzwords you want to throw out. However, she’s not displaying that in her written work. She’s actually fuelling the fire of blaming women for our own woes—that is, if you call being unmarried, uninvolved with anyone or multiple people, or being single a “woe” for everyone. To each his/her own, I say!
Love,
Ashley the Bitch.
Onto the other article, by Brienne Walsh.
“Oh dear” is what I have to say, for starters to parts of the article. To the rest, I say “well done.” While I do agree that women have been fed the “marriage is not a fairy tale” meal, which has resulted in severe heart burn, I don’t think that saying that having beauty and brains should be a curse. Walsh wants to be empowered, but she flip-flops between being proud as a “successful” woman to basically saying that a “great man” is next to impossible to find for a woman who does well for herself. (I won’t even get into what we can define “success” as, but I digress).
I’m surprised my hair hasn’t completely been torn out by my paws yet. Be proud of your accomplishments! So what if most people you’ve met are intimidated by your greatness?! Walsh even admits that there are non-intimidated people out there. There are. Trust me. <3
I’m not going to be “The Good Wife,” according to McMillan. It makes me sad that Walsh believes that we have to become “shadows of our best selves” in order to fit into the ritual of marriage. I’m happy with myself and I feel “enhanced” in partnership with my boyfriend. We’re married to each other in our minds, and if we do get officially married—which we have decided will be in the Catholic Church with a white dress, flowers, our families, etc.—I’m not going to diminish into something lesser. Those people who feel or who others feel “diminish” whilst in a marriage have self-esteem issues, or “settled” for lesser than each person in the union deserves.
Walsh brings up an excellent point in that the convention of marriage is ever-changing. You do not have to even get married to be happy or accepted anymore. The general status quo does smile more kindly on those straight men and women who fit into cookie cutter roles. Newsflash, people: there are too many cookie flavours to count! Plus, with same-sex marriage being legalized, conventional marriage is an oxymoron.
I appreciate Walsh bringing up the notion of not having to be married or in a (heterosexual) relationship to have children. Having said that, single, married, or committed, if you are going to have children, you owe it to those children and yourself to consider fostering an environment that is safe, secure, positive, and nurturing. McMillan made it seem like marrying just to have kids will make you a good wife. How about she talks to CAS about parents that are their clients who have married on the fly and now have children who need foster care? Kids does not equal good parenting. Self-esteem, self-value, respect, empathy, kindness—all of these are ingredients for good parenting, and—surprise, surprise—good relationship skills.
I hope life isn’t a drudge for all of you reading this. However, I understand and have always experienced challenges in life. We all do! If you find someone who’s happy all the time, then they’re probably Yogis, enlightened, or on Prozac. Lows help us appreciate the highs, and highs give us hope. Walsh believes in hope and believes in dreams—so do I. I congratulate her on ending her opinion piece on the note that we should be allowed to dream. Single women, men, keep dreaming, please. Dream of the life you want, the partner who compliments you and who you compliment (whether that be for the “now” or for the “from now on”). To the women and men who marginalize women like McMillan does, stop trying to force-feed society with your meal of some “outdated ideal,” as Walsh puts. We’ve had enough digestion problems with your heart-damaging words, and require the nurturing comforts of hope.
Most importantly, let’s not forget everyone else in the world. Let’s not forget men’s voices, straight people’s voices, non-heterosexual people’s voices, trans people’s voices, elders’ voices—I could go on. Marriage is not solely for Eurocentric, Caucasian, straight people. Playing the “the good housewife” is not a valid or just expectation of society’s members to struggle to fit into. Stop struggling and start living. Start hoping. Start loving, and start with loving yourself.
Love,
Ashley
xox
then
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/brienne-walsh/an-open-letter-to-the-wom_b_829378.html
My response(s).
From a female social worker’s perspective, I say “shame on you” to the first author, Tracy McMillan. Not to discredit my belief that only you and you alone can ultimately change your reality, but McMillan takes her little torch of personal responsibility and runs it into the world of blame. She runs way past being sensible and logical to being cynical and sensationalist for the sake of writing. She is a writer and I do understand the “look at me! look at me” initiative, but she goes a bit far. Blaming women as an entire population for creating and fostering the causes (which she lists in a “witty” manner) of not being able to marry is ludicrous. Let’s take a look at this list, shall we?
1) “You’re a bitch.” No, I am not, thank you very much. Angered women can be frightening—and so they should be. We’ve been marginalized for generations. Although feminism has pushed us into an age where equity is no longer a fantasy, there is still great injustice globally. With the burning of our bras and the sound of our screams to be heard and respected in the workforce—and in general!—ignorant men and ignorant women have shuddered in their boots. It took anger to get us ahead. However, we are not where we should be by far. Along with the positive change, came the notion that women have to be a bitch to get ahead. No wonder so many people are bitter...How do you act as a delicate flower a la Belle in Beauty and the Beast whilst trying to show “the man” that “anything he can do, we can do better” while he stares at our chests instead of our eyes? Do I think being bitter and angry is healthy for anyone—men or women alike? Hell to the no. In the end, world peace won’t be achieved by fighting for the rest of our lives. For now, though, we do have to fight in order to be seen and heard. So do we blame ourselves, us women—or “bitches”—for being marginalized then being angry for that treatment? HELL NO. It’s bitchier to whine about what you don’t have (love, a marriage, a car, some dignity) and blame a marginalized population (i.e. other women, but not men), than to fight for what you believe in and your own population’s rights and actually feel angry about the injustice done to you. Men may be frightened by our voice, but those are the men that tried to silence us in the first place. There are male feminists out there. They may not be as visible, but then again not all female feminists are, either. Wonder why? The male feminists may be ridiculed, the female feminists may be pushed aside or blamed, but we’re alive and well and we exist. I don’t appreciate being blamed for epic marriage fails because I’m not doing the right things (according to McMillan).
2) “You’re shallow.” Again, no I’m not. It is not shallow to search for qualities that our very biology deems us to look for. Success, ambition, blah blah blah, are not the defining basis for “marriage success 101.” Yet, is it wrong to look for those? Dating is sometimes considered the practice for finding the proverbial “one.” Is it wrong to have standards for someone you’re dating to be of similar interests and of a certain level of ambition—instead of selling yourself short because you’ll probably not find “the one” anyway? Where’s the happy middle of self-confidence and self-esteem mixed with reasonable flexibility? Do we really have to swing so far to being “all accepting” of traits in a partner to appease the opposite (or same) sex?
3) “You’re a slut.” Two words: free love, baby! Just kidding...sort of. Who’s to say that your sexual behaviour is “wrong” unless you’re hurting yourself and/or someone else? Do I not deserve to get married to my beautiful, kind, passionate (and Catholic) boyfriend because I’ve made some sexual faux pas in the past? Am I slut because I’ve made some sexual blunders in the past? There are plenty of women who are able to have casual sex, then to develop a relationship with someone later on. Obviously, there are women who, for whatever painful reason in their past, present, whatever have difficulty with relationships and are chronic casual sex’ers, whether they consciously men to be or not. But then again, there are lots of men like that, too. There are also lots of men who could make you blush with how many partners they’ve “had,” but who are capable of a strong and healthy partnership because of choices and personal growth that they have pursued. So, are we all sluts until we decide to change? Is it fair to call someone with self-esteem issues, strong self-awareness and approval of casual sex, or sexually addictive behaviour a slut? Ok then, McJudgy.
4) “You’re a liar.” Ok. No, for your sake, for you, the beautiful woman you are, you probably shouldn’t stay in a destructive relationship. You are lying to yourself if you think he’ll change. But, guess what? I’m not going to actually ever tell you that until you’re at the point where you’re next to destroyed because of how emotionally broken you feel. As a social worker, I’d help you realize that you, yes you, have the power and the choice to change your situation—not him, but your situation and to help you find something else to make you happy because you don’t need someone else to do that. But we’d do that together. Hell, that’s what I’d do as a friend. At some point, as a friend, social worker, parent, sister, colleague, whatever, you may need to blank-point tell a woman or a man that his/her relationship is not healthy for that person. But should we also tell that person “shame on you for lying to yourself, because you’re solely to blame and the other person has no responsibility”? I don’t think so—and I doubt that’s what McMillan thinks, either, but she doesn’t convey her truth amongst her cynical dross.
5) “You’re Selfish.” Oh boy. Note to the world: do not use the words “good wife” in an article and expect feminists to respond positively. And, who’s to say that a successful marriage means kids? There is nothing—NO THING—selfish about taking care of yourself, pursuing your dreams, goals, aspirations, taking up training to be a yoga teacher, making a life for yourself, and pursuing a relationship that fits you and that you fit into all at the same time. Period. If you are honest and genuine in your pursuits for finding happiness and not impeding on others’ lives with your pursuits, go for it. Be happy. Be “selfish” because we all deserve to be happy and live the best possible lives we can.
6) “You’re not good enough.” McMillan makes some valid points in this section, because she recognizes the tragic belief most of us have: that we’re not good enough. However, her whole article has the underpinnings of “how to be a good wife 101.” Should we be taking classes for this bulls***? No. Should we be self-aware and help each other be aware of our behaviour and self-image so we can be happy and healthy? Yes. Should we be striving for the ultimate commitment to the most important relationship (not necessarily marriage) we’ll ever have: to ourselves? Yes. Definitely.
Back to my “shame on you” comment: marriage is not a game or a golden calf to worship blindly. Marriage is a partnership—the official promise of eternal commitment to another person so long as the relationship is equitable and loving. McMillan talks about marriage as if it’s the bouquet the proverbial bride throws for all the hungry bridesmaids to catch. She refers to it like it’s an end—not a means—that one must change for and fit into an ideal for. How about marriage as a recognition of who you are complimenting who the other person is (man or woman) and the bond you have created? How about aiming for whatever relationship (marriage or not) that fits into what lifestyle you’ll be striving in? Marriage isn’t the end-goal for everyone. Stop making it seem like that’s what we’re all going for, and that’s what we’re supposed to go for. McMillan may very well believe in woman power and equality, equity, empowerment—and whatever other feminist buzzwords you want to throw out. However, she’s not displaying that in her written work. She’s actually fuelling the fire of blaming women for our own woes—that is, if you call being unmarried, uninvolved with anyone or multiple people, or being single a “woe” for everyone. To each his/her own, I say!
Love,
Ashley the Bitch.
Onto the other article, by Brienne Walsh.
“Oh dear” is what I have to say, for starters to parts of the article. To the rest, I say “well done.” While I do agree that women have been fed the “marriage is not a fairy tale” meal, which has resulted in severe heart burn, I don’t think that saying that having beauty and brains should be a curse. Walsh wants to be empowered, but she flip-flops between being proud as a “successful” woman to basically saying that a “great man” is next to impossible to find for a woman who does well for herself. (I won’t even get into what we can define “success” as, but I digress).
I’m surprised my hair hasn’t completely been torn out by my paws yet. Be proud of your accomplishments! So what if most people you’ve met are intimidated by your greatness?! Walsh even admits that there are non-intimidated people out there. There are. Trust me. <3
I’m not going to be “The Good Wife,” according to McMillan. It makes me sad that Walsh believes that we have to become “shadows of our best selves” in order to fit into the ritual of marriage. I’m happy with myself and I feel “enhanced” in partnership with my boyfriend. We’re married to each other in our minds, and if we do get officially married—which we have decided will be in the Catholic Church with a white dress, flowers, our families, etc.—I’m not going to diminish into something lesser. Those people who feel or who others feel “diminish” whilst in a marriage have self-esteem issues, or “settled” for lesser than each person in the union deserves.
Walsh brings up an excellent point in that the convention of marriage is ever-changing. You do not have to even get married to be happy or accepted anymore. The general status quo does smile more kindly on those straight men and women who fit into cookie cutter roles. Newsflash, people: there are too many cookie flavours to count! Plus, with same-sex marriage being legalized, conventional marriage is an oxymoron.
I appreciate Walsh bringing up the notion of not having to be married or in a (heterosexual) relationship to have children. Having said that, single, married, or committed, if you are going to have children, you owe it to those children and yourself to consider fostering an environment that is safe, secure, positive, and nurturing. McMillan made it seem like marrying just to have kids will make you a good wife. How about she talks to CAS about parents that are their clients who have married on the fly and now have children who need foster care? Kids does not equal good parenting. Self-esteem, self-value, respect, empathy, kindness—all of these are ingredients for good parenting, and—surprise, surprise—good relationship skills.
I hope life isn’t a drudge for all of you reading this. However, I understand and have always experienced challenges in life. We all do! If you find someone who’s happy all the time, then they’re probably Yogis, enlightened, or on Prozac. Lows help us appreciate the highs, and highs give us hope. Walsh believes in hope and believes in dreams—so do I. I congratulate her on ending her opinion piece on the note that we should be allowed to dream. Single women, men, keep dreaming, please. Dream of the life you want, the partner who compliments you and who you compliment (whether that be for the “now” or for the “from now on”). To the women and men who marginalize women like McMillan does, stop trying to force-feed society with your meal of some “outdated ideal,” as Walsh puts. We’ve had enough digestion problems with your heart-damaging words, and require the nurturing comforts of hope.
Most importantly, let’s not forget everyone else in the world. Let’s not forget men’s voices, straight people’s voices, non-heterosexual people’s voices, trans people’s voices, elders’ voices—I could go on. Marriage is not solely for Eurocentric, Caucasian, straight people. Playing the “the good housewife” is not a valid or just expectation of society’s members to struggle to fit into. Stop struggling and start living. Start hoping. Start loving, and start with loving yourself.
Love,
Ashley
xox
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Doubt--poem
There are days
when I’ve got wings sending me here and there,
all the while gliding above the dirt I see below
There are days
when I’m covered in the mud I allegedly created and
drag my companions through the mire and guck
There are days
when I make the choice to establish
protection to veil the war I’m trying to
squelch
On those days,
They are just as likely to
quiet Their tunnel vision, set to full-speed on my faults
as They are to load all arsenal
and blame their way into my blood
There are days
when I believe my accusers
there are days
when I believe in the power of
stubborn protection and the risk in
tough love
and then there are those days
when I get stuck in the quicksand
and I don’t know if it was me or
Them
that put me there
when I’ve got wings sending me here and there,
all the while gliding above the dirt I see below
There are days
when I’m covered in the mud I allegedly created and
drag my companions through the mire and guck
There are days
when I make the choice to establish
protection to veil the war I’m trying to
squelch
On those days,
They are just as likely to
quiet Their tunnel vision, set to full-speed on my faults
as They are to load all arsenal
and blame their way into my blood
There are days
when I believe my accusers
there are days
when I believe in the power of
stubborn protection and the risk in
tough love
and then there are those days
when I get stuck in the quicksand
and I don’t know if it was me or
Them
that put me there
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