December 7, 2010
An intimate room, a tiny sofa, an eager audience, and a short span of time. All the elements of the perfect concert for well, Stanford. Take a listen to one of my favorites, Rebecca Richardson–it’s grassroots student performance at its best.
December 4, 2010
Recently, a friend brought my attention to an article by Kil Ja Kim from the Chicken Bones journal: “The White Anti-Racist is an Oxymoron.” I had a viscerally oppositional reaction to both the title and the introduction, below: I received an annoying e-mail about white people and their struggle to do anti-racist work. I keep reading […]
September 12, 2010
“But you’re vegan!” Ok, yes, I am a vegan. I don’t love animals. I find the whole sentimentality around the category of “animals” somewhat vacuous, perhaps insulting. Unless you are a biologist who loves your work, a Nirvana-ed being, or prone to bestiality, the statement “I love animals” has little meaning, and is at least […]
September 11, 2010
If you’ve known me a while, you’ll think this title strange. I’ve had some funny, memorable, and irritating run-ins with cheerleaders in the past. I won’t dwell on them, but briefly a few incidents involved rather archaic high school traditions and several more involved me attempting to do track workouts while also playing bowling-with-cheerleader-as-pins. Even […]
September 8, 2010
I’m taking a break from a bit of the explicit feminist musing to write a review I should have published some weeks ago. What can I say about The Elegance of the Hedghog? It makes my heart flutter to think about it. When I was reading it, I would carry it around from subway to […]
September 7, 2010
I like bridging, narrowing, and deconstructing the gaps in between. Oppression is intersectional so activism has got to be, right? Right. Third Wave 101. I tend to be one of those people who emails all my activist friends about the latest movement to get involved with. I need to quit it. See, the problem […]
September 4, 2010
You see, the fact that I can consume animal products humanizes my efforts a little, both in the sense that I become more humble as a result and that I become aware of my power as a human animal. And I'm going to continue to seek out this empathy, to seek out understanding. I'm not there yet, but I'm trying. The moment that veganism becomes trivial to me, and I can't understand why it might be difficult, and I can't connect it to the perils of the industrialized food system, well, that's when I've failed.