Tuesday, July 29, 2008

thoughts...


i heart new york
i miss the boy
hair politics are real
i can't wait to get to brooklyn
money goes SO fast here
the subway is the best
being surrounded by people all of the time is great
maybe i do love academia
i miss the boy
my mother is slowly (very, very slowly) realizing that our safety is not in her control
can't wait to turn 25
should a take a year off?
new york or chicago? apples and oranges?
i'm really going back to cuba... again
i still miss the boy
maybe i should move to new york
history is cool

i am 100% happy... thank u God

Sunday, July 27, 2008

earlier this week i was riding on the bus through harlem, sitting next to these two beautiful children and their grandmother. the girl reminded me a lot of myself when i was about four or five: wide-eyed, talkative, and extremely inquisitive. she asked questions about everything from why certain people wore certain kinds of hats to whether or not she'd be able to eat her favorite food for dinner. i smiled and couldn't help but watch her in action. her brother was equally active and loud, but (slightly) less talkative. the grandmother seemed agitated... and, though it took me a minute to recognize why, i felt that something about the dynamic was problematic. the grandmother kept fussing at the brother and sister, but most of her frustration seemed to be directed toward the little girl. she kept telling her not to be so loud, yet the little boy was talking at the exact same level. then she told the little girl, "you're a girl. you shouldn't talk so loud." and, of course, the little girl ignored her, yet i couldn't help but wonder how such words will shape her as she becomes a teen and grows into a woman.

i want to propose that patriarchy be considered a form of abuse... that conditioning little girls to behave in a way different from their male counterparts and against their instincts is a conscious way of teaching both boys and girls that girls are inferior, and that their only hope for "positive" social recognition is to distort themselves.... becoming a person who often feels insincere, unrecognizable, incomplete, and/or lost. it is the process through which we come to sacrifice our dreams, urges, and desires to accommodate other people. even more amazing - it is the process through which we learn come to see this unhealthy state of thinking and being as normal, and then police other people who challenge our ascribed roles.

patriarchal abuse is cyclical, passed down with each generation. it is why similar types of unhealthy relationships reappear over and over again. it is done to us by our family and friends, and we do it to each other.

patriarchal abuse is why black men who don't fit the ascribed model of masculinity walk around in pain because they are often unable to feel comfortable around men who seem more adept. why men who seem to fit the model feel it appropriate to become violent with their energy, words, thoughts, and even hands when made uncomfortable by men who don't.

patriarchal abuse teaches boys and girls to measure their social value by the number of people they have slept with, allowing men to achieve their "manhood" through sexual conquests while women are made to feel guilty for each partner. it permits a healthy dialogue around sex, female empowerment/entitlement, and sexual health. it demands one model for relationships: monogamous, heterosexual unions leading to marriage.

patriarchal abuse occurs not just when a girl is physically violated and verbally accosted, but also every time that a girl is told to be quiet, keep her legs closed, not speak her mind, be friendly, change her appearance to be more acceptable, etc., etc.

patriarchal abuse it stifles our creative potential for imagining and creating an alternative world, one that promotes true self love and love of others. one that would liberate us from materialism (i'm far from making the break).

i want to find a way to raise my children differently, but i'm not sure that it's possible...

Sunday, July 20, 2008

so, i'm headed for NY in a few hours... headed to a foreign city (i've only been twice for several days at a time) to continue my research for the next month or so... and i've learned, after living in austin, that cities are meant to be taken full advantage of. so a few goals:

1) explore EVERY cool museum & art show i can afford (especially the Met, MoMA, International Center of Photography, and the BK Museum)
2) run in central park each morning
3) find a place to continue yoga...
4) catch a show on/off broadway
5) get a good cut @ a natural hair salon
6) salsa nights, electronica/rock shows always...
7) comb every vintage shop i have time for

yes, i am a nerd for making a list. however, this is my one of my last stops before returning to Cuba in the fall...

Friday, July 11, 2008

they are no longer my students... officially high school graduates
they're nervous and excited for the future
we all worked hard over the past two years, and now they've realized that they're dreams are possible
i wish them the best
i feel like a proud mamma

Monday, July 07, 2008

today i briefly chatted online with a friend... who directed me to a new rap video on youtube. he explained that he'd been playing it at least once day. i asked what it was about. "anger," he responded, referring to black men's rage. so i looked it up and listened to it... anger with the police and government. anger about racism... but to be honest, (at least today) i'm tired of angry black masculinity. because it never fails to silence and ignore the struggles of black women. black women are getting beat and raped everyday. the state affects us, too. the media tells us that we're not shit either. so why should i embrace a hip hop that is as much a space for me as the rest of society...