March 2013
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January 2013
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Dogs
I am absolutely terrified of dogs. I hate when dogs look at me, bark at me, get in my personal space, growl at me, and band together to run circles around me as if I could possibly want to play with them.
I don’t want to play with them. I don’t want to acknowledge them. I want them to leave me alone. I am terrified of them.
Yesterday I asked Escafandra to meet me at the Telepizza...
November 2012
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When it comes to women’s issues, both parties...
As a person whose main concerns during this election have to do with the issues that face women, I was quick to jump on the Obama train after the Republican National Convention. I was really uncomfortable about the fact some of the only things that anyone said about women had to do with the idea that a woman’s most important role in society is that of a wife and mother. I agree that wives and...
September 2012
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Sobre la masculinización de la política
En primer lugar, esto no pretende en ningún caso indagar en términos de diferencias de género en política, pues me parece que el tema es mejor abordado, y de manera mucho más eficiente, por otras personas. Lo que quiero hablar aquí, es sobre algo mucho más sutil que eso, que no figura fijo en instituciones, pero que tampoco es posible medir, pues dice más con categorías culturales, en el término...
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On the masculinization of politics
First of all, this is not meant as a probe in terms of gender differences in politics, because I think that said issue is better addressed, and much more efficiently, by other people. What I want to discuss here is something much more subtle than that, something that is not fixed in institutions, but that is also not possible to measure, but it says more about cultural categories, in the loose...
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Mujeres en el Deporte
Tras el mundial que paso ya hace algún tiempo, me quedaron algunos pensamientos dando vueltas por mi cabeza. Mis dudas partieron mientras veía el noticiero de la tarde donde dos comentarista hablaban sobre el rendimiento de los deportistas en diferentes ámbitos, entre sus descripciones algo obvias , me llamo la estación de pronto un comentario que salto desde uno de los despreocupados...
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Women in Sports
After the World Cup that happened a while ago, I was left with some thoughts running around my head. My doubts started when I saw two reporters discussing different athletes, between their somewhat obvious descriptions, my attention was immediately drawn to a comment with came from a careless journalist: “Today women are in all sports, there are even women in boxing…” so I asked myself what sorts...
August 2012
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La María y yo, una hermosa amistad.
La María y yo nos llevamos demasiado bien. Ella siempre me acompaña en mis mejores momentos, me ayuda a aumentar mi creatividad, me hace reír, y me mejora el apetito. Yo soy una de esas minas a las que les gusta la maría, incluso al nivel de ser llamada con cuanto apodo exista. Y yo, orgullosa dejo que me llamen yerbona, pues así me he aprendido a manejar por la vida, sin gotitas para los ojos,...
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Maria and me, a beautiful friendship.
Maria and I get along very well. She is always there for me in my best moments, she helps me to augment my creativity, she makes me laugh, and she makes my appetite better. I am one of those chicks who likes Maria, even at the level that it means being called every nickname that exists. And I, I am proud that they call me a pothead, and it is in this way that I have learned to go through life,...
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“Cautious, careful people always casting about to preserve their reputation or social standards never can bring about reform. Those who are really in earnest are willing to be anything or nothing in the world’s estimation, and publicly and privately, in season and out, avow their sympathies with despised ideas and their advocates, and bear the consequences.” —Susan B....
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Tormenta y Huracán
Siempre intentamos darnos explicaciones sobre las cosas que suceden a nuestro al rededor, así buscamos respuestas en nuestra propia historia o en el entorno que nos ha marcado. Tratamos de mirar los hechos con perspectiva, por que aprendimos que desde lejos todo se mira fríamente y parece mas lógico, pero cuando debemos aplicar esto de verdad a nuestras vidas nos parce imposible, pues...
July 2012
27 posts
“That is exactly what street harassment is: making women feel like objects,...”
– I’m Not an Object, and Neither Are You (via sparkamovement)
Wham-bam-gracias-ma’am SPARKsummit alliance!
(via feministgaze)
Each employer’s Human Resource Department is in existence to ensure the well-being of employees. However, what happens when it doesn’t do it’s job? Being a pool manager with hormonal teenagers, it is expected that love (or lust) will be in the air. However it went too far. During a staff meeting recently while I spoke I heard a strange sound. Stopping to pause in my speech while...
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Espejos como cadenas
Nos condenan a vivir, esclavizadas de la imagen, de los espejos, obligadas a agradar como si la belleza fuese la única clave del éxito. Eso me recuerda a una historia que leí una vez en el periódico, era una mujer que huía de los espejos, después de torturar su cuerpo a la inanición absoluta, trato de zafarse de el reflejo de los escaparates, también sobre las ventanas del metro no ver su...
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Mirrors like chains
They condemn us to live, slaves to the image, of the mirrors, obligated to please as if beauty were the only key to success. This reminds me of a story that I read one time in a newspaper, it was a woman who fled from mirrors, after torturing her body to the point of absolute starvation, she tried to get away from her reflection in windows, even in the windows of the metro she saw a mirage of her...
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I remember the first time I sang. I must have been around 2 or 3; my dad was holding me, and after Lily was born, this was a rare occurrence.
Glory to the Father
And to the Son and to the Holy Spirit
As it was in the beginning
Is now, and will be forever
Amen, Amen, Amen
I felt something rise in my chest, a fluttering joy swirling around my stomach, filling my lungs… at first it came out as a...
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Recuerdo aún la primera vez que canté. Debía tener entre dos o tres; mi papá me tenía en brazos y, después de que nació Lily, eso no ocurría a menudo.
Gloria al Padre
Al Hijo y al Espíritu Santo
Como era en un principio
Ahora y siempre
Amén, Amén, Amén.
Sentí algo crecer en mi pecho, una alegría inquieta arremolinándose en mi estómago, llenando mis pulmones… primero salió como una simple...
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On flight attendants...
I spent the last two days basically without leaving airports and on what felt like a bazillion airplanes, and as a result hanging out with various different airline employees who deal with customers, as well as my fellow travelers.
One thing that anyone who has ever flown anywhere will probably notice about the airline industry is that when it comes to the careers that involve actually dealing...
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Azafatas
He pasado los últimos dos días básicamente sin dejar aeropuertos y lo que se sintió como un montón de aviones, y, como resultado, pasando mucho tiempo conviviendo con varios tipos de trabajadores de líneas aéreas manejando tanto clientes como los demás viajeros.
Una cosa que cualquiera que ha volado a alguna parte se habrá dado cuenta de la industria aérea es que al considerar las carreras...
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Terminé y qué?
Y… se acabó lo de Gaspar. No se si era su mal genio, o su posesividad respecto de las Relaciones, o simplemente su caradurez al hacer cosas que, se notaba, sobrio, no haría. Al terminar con el me sentí tan aliviada, tan bien, que aparte de estar contenta por no haber sido yo la despechada, me hizo darme cuenta de lo poco que me importan realmente los sentimientos ajenos. Ojo!, no estoy diciendo...
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We broke up and what?
And…Gasper is over. I don’t know if it was his temper, his possessiveness in regard to relationships, or his tendency to do things which, notably, sober, he would not do. After ending with him I felt relieved, so good, that aside from being happy at not being spiteful, I realized how really little I care about the feelings of others. Look!, I am not saying that I go through life shitting around...
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3 1/4 Year High School Reunion (aka Ladies Night...
If you buy a douche bag a drink at the bar because it’s his birthday,
He’s going to want to take a shot with a friend.
And when you buy those two the shots, you’re going to have to take a picture of it.
And when the picture is done he’s going to want you to tag him on Facebook.
And then he’s going to want to make sure that everyone knows he is at the bar celebrating his birthday.
And then he’s...
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Reunion del colegio de 3 1/4 años (AKA Ladies...
Si le compras un copete a un pelotas en un bar porque es su cumpleaños,
Él va a querer tomar un shot con un amigo.
Y cuando le compres esos dos shots, vas a tener que sacarles una foto
Y cuando la foto esté hecha, el va a querer que lo etiquetes en Facebook.
Y luego va a querer asegurarse de que todos span que está en el bar celebrando su cumpleaños
Y luego va a decirte que la mejor forma de...
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Dilema de las piernas abierta
Hace unos días iba en la micro mirando por la ventanilla, como se dispersaban por las calles grupos de nerviosos capitalinos raudos en búsqueda de resolver sus propias rutinas, cuando de pronto algo interrumpió mis rebuscadas meditaciones, el chico que se había sentado al lado mio se planto descaradamente quintándome la mitad de mi asiento con sus gruesas y abiertas piernas. Me pueden...
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The dilemma of the open legs
A few days ago I was on the bus looking out the window at the groups of nervous capitalinos scattered around the streets caught up in their own routines, when someone suddenly interrupted my gimmicky meditations. The boy who had planted himself down next to me shamelessly took half of my seat with his thick and open legs. You can call me picky and grumpy (because I certainly am sometimes), but if...
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On not being an independent woman
Last week my boss made the mistake of referring to me as an “independent woman” as the direct result of his feeling that I was questioning his authority in calling him out for making a mistake. Among other things, what he said made me reflect on what it means to not be an independent woman, because I have never considered myself independent. Au contraire, the exact opposite, and before this...
So a Girl Walks into a Comedy Club.... →
breakfastcookie:
This is something that happened to a friend of mine in her own words.
“So, on Friday night my friend and I were at her house and wanted to get out and do something for the evening. We brainstormed ideas and she brought up the idea of seeing a show at the Laugh Factory. I’d never been, I thought…
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Are we really independent?
Why do we celebrate the 4th of July? I’m sure at one point it had a meaningful significance, but now the American Independence Day is an excuse to get drunk off of red, white, and blue drinks and swear while lighting fireworks. But among the celebration watch your shit faced friends and really think about if we are free? Are we selling ourselves short? The answer is yes. Not just...
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Teen Vogue: Give Us Images of Real Girls! →
This past May, we staged our own photo shoot outside Seventeen Magazine’s Manhattan office; real girls demanding to see real girls in the pages of magazines. We were there with our co-SPARKteam member Julia to ask Seventeen to print one unaltered photo spread a month in their magazine. Teen girl-targeting magazines bombard young women with images that have been distorted and digitally altered...
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Feminist Fuck Yeah: In response to 8th grader’s... →
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June 2012
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Revértigo
La grasa de las capitales no se banca más.
SG
Siempre tuviste la palabra ‘estación’ proyectada en el pecho,
pero cuando el cuerpo resistió toda clase de amuletos
agarrar una esquina de cualquier muro sería frío
y una escena justifica lo que no sabíamos
que barren la vista
semillas y ballenas con la sombra la salada
nos subimos a los carros y detuvimos a todos como si fuéramos
la policía no...
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Revertigo
La grasa de las capitales no se banca más.
SG
You always had the word ‘station’ projected in the chest
but when the body resisted any kind of amulets
take a corner from any wall would be cold
& a scene justifies what we didn’t know
that it sweep the view
seeds and whales with the shadow the salade
we got into the carts & stopped everybody as though we were
the police didn’t damage us...
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The people united
Any woman,
regardless of age,
race,
sexual orientation,
political affiliation,
relationship status,
facebook preference,
sexual origin,
socio-economic status,
citizenship
should
be
proud.
We are no longer joking.
Any woman,
who is self-respecting,
proud of who they are,
equality fighters,
vagina holders or wanters,
self-producing,
a dreamer,
a revolutionary,
a fighter,
a wanter,
a lover,
a...
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la puebla unidia
Cualquier mujer,
sin importar su edad,
raza,
orientación sexual,
afiliación política,
estado de relación
preferencia de facebook
origen sexual,
estatus socioeconómico,
ciudadanía
debería
estar
orgullosa.
Ya no estamos bromeando
Cualquier mujer,
que se respeta a sí misma,
que está orgullosa de quienes son,
luchadoras de la igualdad,
tengan o quieran una...
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Aves fénix
Yico el una pequeña localidad en el sur de Chile, tan pequeña y lejana que ni el mapa consideraba su ubicación. Los habitantes de ese pueblo vivían de la pesca y el turismo , hasta que un día , desde las profundidades del océano que se decía pacifico, surgió una ola devoradora que se llevo todo a su paso casas, caletas , barcos y hasta personas.
Tras esto el lugar quedo devastado, cuando...
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Phoenix Bird
Yico is a small place in the south of Chile, so small and far away that not even the map considers its location. The inhabitants of this town lived off of fishing and tourism, until one day, from the deeps of the ocean that they call pacific, came a devouring wave that carried away everything in its path houses, coves, boats, and even people.
After that the place was left devastated, when the sea...
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Aquellos zorrones:
De los machotes, el que más me molesta es el tipo zorron. Yo no sé realmente si será una clase de marca identificatoria entre ciertos grupos elitarios (solamente), una reivindicación identitaria, la necesidad extrema de figurar como “gente bien” todo el rato, la cosa es que a menudo me topo con ese tipo de chico, que está con ese tipo de chica que me hace a veces pensar que seguimos en el medio...
