The more I get into this Philosophy-world and learn about Academia, the more sensitive I'm becoming to gender politics. But I guess I'll never have to go through anything like this.
These photos are from this NYTimes article about this law that just passed (a few details below).
The difference between the women in each of these photos is, the top photo shows women supporting the law while the bottom photo shows women protesting it. Women on both sides.
Apparently, the women protesting the law were met with supporters who screamed back at them, "Whores!" Can you imagine?
"The law, approved by both houses of Parliament and signed by President Hamid Karzai, applies to the Shiite minority only. Women here and governments and rights groups abroad have protested three parts of the law especially.
One provision makes it illegal for a woman to resist her husband’s sexual advances. A second provision requires a husband’s permission for a woman to work outside the home or go to school. And a third makes it illegal for a woman to refuse to “make herself up” or “dress up” if that is what her husband wants."
not really going to be fishing. I wish I was though. I heard that "Gone Fishin" song yesterday inside Starbucks been singing it. But I am going to Yosemite! Never been and I'm hitching a ride with my rock-climber friends. So, as they'll be inching up the side of a rock somewhere-- I'll likely be seeing Yosemite by my lonesome. As long as I don't have to go toe-to-toe with a bear, I'm cool with that-you know how I do. I'll turn it into my own little vision quest--Black Elk style, ha--if no one will go hiking with me. I hope to get some nice photos and take in some views and maybe get some strangers to take photos of me being-one-with-nature. My manager at work said to me (when I requested work off to go camping) "camping? you? I never would of thought you'd be into all that dirty, bleckhh," she waved her hands to illustrate the bleckhh. It's true, I am occasionally into being a dirty camper, but we'll see how I feel after I've been roughing it for four days.
So you know my inexplicable love for genie pants, and the sad faded pair I continue to wear? Well I was hoping that I might find a cheap replacement pair but haven't had any luck. I came across these at Target, and at first I was beside myself, giddy because they were even called "Genie Pants." Sadly they are poser genie pants-- the crotch doesn't hang embarrassingly low--pretending that a tapered leg is going to cut it. Real genie pants are like the obnoxious purple ones this lady is wearing (indeed, hers may be part of a unitard, which is just plain showing off) above.
This photo is a metaphor for how I feel this semester. And the masked men lurking up top, yeah, they comfort me none.
