or, My Journey (back) to Feminism
Yes, this is my ACTUAL personal statement … the one that got me into uOttawa Common Law. (I actually confirmed with Admissions that I do indeed own this piece and have a right to publish it!)
Posted in Class politics, Conflict & Dialectics, Going to law school, Rants, tagged capitalism, CBC, chief advisor, Communist Manifesto, decay of capitalism, historical materialism, Occupy movement, Occupy Vancouver, The Nightwatchman, Tom Morello on October 25, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
A couple quick points that are somewhat connected. Obviously I am following the Occupy movement with great interest and anticipation. The flip-side of “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” is that “if it is broke, try your damnedest to fix it”. The world economic system is currently broken. Don’t panic, it happens every few centuries and we either have to revamp or suffer longer than necessary. Okay, Marx and Engels put that more eloquently: (more…)
I have to warn you right off the bat, that this is not going to be a very sophisticated book review. Also, unless you’re one of those people who like to start a book without knowing anything about the plot (I’m one of those people actually), then you don’t need to worry about plot spoilers. I won’t tell you much you can’t learn from the Amazon synopsis or the back cover. Of course, this is irrelevant, because you read it ages ago, right? To be honest, I had to wait a bit before embracing this one. The titles of this series honestly made me picture violent Japanese adult animé, but once I heard a few women say “it’s not amazing, but you’ve just got to read it”, my interest was definitely piqued. When I heard that Stieg Larsson was an expert on contemporary European fascist organizations and that he died shortly after delivering the manuscripts, frankly, I was sold. (more…)
I spent the last few summers of my teens hanging out with Chief Advisor in a crappy little apartment in the only cool part of Edmonton, Alberta. I didn’t really know he was Chief Advisor yet; he was pretty much just my dad, and those were sad times for him. I think he wasn’t quite sure yet that the divorce had been the right thing to do. He hadn’t met his now-wife, and he probably hadn’t come to terms with the “it takes two” aspect of packing it in on a marriage – i.e. I think he blamed himself in those days. We went to figure-drawing classes together, hung out with his artist friends, and counted down the days before the Edmonton Folk Music Festival, at which he’d got me a pretty awesome gig on the Backstage security crew. And that’s where I had my first girl-crush … not backstage, but at the Folk Fest. It wasn’t an “I want to be with you” sort of crush, but more of an “I want to BE you” one. These two gals were exactly my age, but they seemed light-years ahead of me in terms of confidence, personal style, and adolescent success. They were creative, self-assured, had had real boyfriends, and they played Rugby.
My friend has just finally escaped a bit of a professional dry patch. She’d been looking for work for a while, and then suddenly had several appealing opportunities and had to turn down all but one. Which one? Not an easy decision. “It’s always like that,” she said, “with some bitterness in her voice. “you have nothing for ever and then it all comes at once.” Okay, maybe this doesn’t happen for everyone, but it seems to be a trend for us over-achievers.