To look honestly at our bodies as we age is to begin to understand what Bruce Lee meant when he said, “Empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless — like water. You put water into a cup, it becomes the cup,..Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend." #Menopause
Earlier this year, I started posting photographs of myself on social media with the caption “#ThisIs53. It is not my birthday. I want you to see a 53 year old woman.”
I am now 54. I wanted to be seen. Not to be told, as I often have, that I don’t “look my age.” #Menopause
That is not the compliment some people think it is. But to say “Here is a middle aged woman. Look,” at a time when it seems that every time I look away, my body has changed. To be water is to acknowledge the folly of “control.” #MenopauseAwarenessMonth
Who wants to “control” their body? At a time when we enthusiastically vow to become ungovernable in the face of fascism, to believe we can “control” our bodies is not just the height of folly, it is a form of fascism of the self, surely. #MenopauseAwarenessMonth
It is exactly that kind of "control" that I think of when I consider the image of Nefertiti that most of us are familiar with--the bust of her that is a reminder why her name means "The Beautiful One is Here." Did you know that is photoshopped? #Menopause
Researchers discovered a detailed stone carving--a second face--that differs from the external stucco face. The inner or hidden face is more realistic: it shows Nefertiti with wrinkles, creases at the corners of her mouth, less-defined cheekbones and a bump on her nose #Menopause
The royal sculptor Thutmose seems to have “smoothed” those out with the stucco external face. Who ordered those changes to the stone carvings of Nefertiti’s face? Was it Thutmose attempting to control his work of art? #Menopause
Was it Nefertiti’s husband, the pharaoh, trying to control how the world saw his chief wife? Was it Nefertiti herself, perhaps in an attempt to assert a control over her face that Perimenopause went on to teach her was folly? #MenopauseAwarenessMonth
Standing Nefertiti eschews that folly. She is a middle aged woman saying “Look at me, breasts and belly and all.” The statuette is just around the corner from the Bust of Nefertiti in a museum in Berlin. (see my essay for more on the stolen treasures of my people)
My belly nods at her belly, knowingly; in the way that when you’re the only person of colour in a white space you nod knowingly when you see another person of colour.
What is art if not also the echo of such nods, across millennia, telling us how familiar it is to be human.
And for me, now aware of Perimenopause and the changes it has brought to my body, it is that nod across the millennia that makes Standing Nefertiti, more so than the famous bust, the Beautiful One. #Menopause
Millennia before Bruce Lee, Standing Nefertiti understood that her power came from being like water--that her power was to stand in her body as it was, unconcealed by a stucco facade. #MenopauseAwarenessMonth
We need nothing short of a revolution to dismantle the systems of oppression & injustices which the pandemic has exacerbated.
I wrote about anarchist feminists who inspire such revolution--from women-led slave revolts to 1st explicitly anarchist-feminist group in 1896 Argentina
The revolution anywhere--the US in 1776, Spain in the 1930s, Egypt in 2011--will fail unless the liberation of us all is at its heart. Women are always told to wait. I am an anarchist because I am fed up with waiting feministgiant.com/p/essay-inciti…
I've been going out the most since the pandemic and I don't know if this is just what I want to see or if it's actually happening but so many people are kinder, softer, freer with compliments and kind words.
I wrote about grief literacy and I wonder if this is what we're doing.
Those of us who did not die must prepare to take our individual grief out into the world, find our place in communal mourning & nurturing, whisper to each other’s hearts “We know you’re strong.Look at what you survived. You can be soft here, we’ve got you” feministgiant.com/p/essay-some-o…
The title of my essay is from the poet June Jordan who asked soon after 9/11: “I realized that regardless of the tragedy, regardless of the grief, regardless of the monstrous challenge, Some of Us Have Not Died. Some of us did NOT die…And what shall we do, we who did not die?”
I have never wondered what it would have been like to have children. I say that because we often hear “you’ll regret it when it’s too late.” Well, here I am on the other side -- it is “too late” -- and I am here to say: I do not regret it. feministgiant.com/p/unmothering
I am writing a book about being childfree by choice and happy.
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What if we nurtured and encouraged the expression of anger in girls the same way we encouraged reading skills: as necessary for their navigation of the world? feministgiant.com/p/how-much-is-…#DayOfTheGirl
Imagine a girl justifiably enraged at her mistreatment. Imagine if we acknowledged her justifiable anger so that a girl understood she’d be heard if anyone abused her & that her anger was just as important a trait as honesty.
What kind of woman would such a girl grow up to be?
Every time I see Ashli Babbitt trending, I will remind you:
Ashli Babbitt never imagined the Capitol Police would shoot her because the police rarely shoot white women, unless it’s a cop who shoots his wife at home. #AshliBabbitt#January6th
She never imagined she'd survive fighting for regime change “over there” only to die fighting for regime change “over here.” A 14yr Air Force vet who fought in Iraq & Afghanistan, she was the only person shot by Capitol Police while trying to storm the Congress of her own country
So eager of a footsoldier of white supremacist patriarchy was #AshliBabbitt that she was the first to scramble through a window in a door separating the insurrectionists from an area where members of Congress were sheltering from the mob.