Posts by Jolisa
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Phenomenal article, David. I'm so glad you and Jen and your wee ones are safe.
I guess we may not be delivering those Bob the Builder undies in person, now. (And just when little Bob really needs them!). Let me know where to mail them. Or better still, can you all fly north and pick them up??
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Hard News: Again: Is everyone okay?, in reply to andrew gunn,
Andrew, thank you for checking in! Have been thinking about you guys all day, hoping for good news, wondering if we'll need to take a raincheck on that night out... the sense of relief hearing that you are unscathed and together is huge (even as the fear for other people grows).
Ditto to all the Chch people, really. Stay well and safe.
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Hard News: Again: Is everyone okay?, in reply to sally jones,
Holy shit.
Sally, thank you for that update - to think of the house destroyed is awful enough, but could have been so much worse.
The poor littlies, and their parents too :-(
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Hard News: Again: Is everyone okay?, in reply to Deborah,
Thanks Deborah; so glad to hear this. Still hoping to hear from others.
(Also for the record - that was me posting as Richard earlier - using a borrowed computer).
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Up Front: Say When, in reply to Danielle,
I can't even drive a forklift
Hang in there. I'm leaning on Russell to drum up some funding for a PAS Feminist Forklift Workshop (come as you are, naturally).
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Up Front: Say When, in reply to Kyle Matthews,
I'm mentally underlining this sentence. Hurrah.
I'm mentally editing it (warp and weft are inextricable by definition; the shorter the sentence the better the rhythm). But glad it struck home!
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Which is all to say, What Emma Originally Said:
My confidence to dress as I please is precious, and I think it's feminist, and I'm not going to put it away in a hurry.
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Got up this morning, got dressed -- TOFO-iest bra, cute skirt, plain T-shirt, amazing shoes, radical feminist brain (I know, totally matchy-matchy, it's just what fell out of the wardrobe) -- and got stuff done. Wrangled my kids, tidied my mum's house, helped a friend, drove to Hamilton, thought about Afghanistan, planned some work.
Tomorrow, the gods willing, I'll do it all over again, slightly different stuff in a slightly different outfit.
This is not "lifestyle feminism": it's my one and only life, with feminism and style in it, inextricable elements of its warp and weft.
To reiterate Danielle's mindbendingly awesome link to the Isley Brothers: it's my thing. It's Emma's thing. And it is the thing of any woman or man or child who wants to look delicious and/or feel good, in whatever way they choose, while they can, while they're here. Ain't nobody else's thing.
(You know what else, that's not even my feminism talking. It's my duh-ism).
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She took her last curtain call in October, in Who Wants to Be a Hundred?
Beautiful. Quite the elegant epitaph, in fact.
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Up Front: Giving Me Grief, in reply to Danielle,
Once someone tells the story of that person that they loved and who is gone, I don’t ever want death to happen!
Oh, I agree. And yet... we can't tell that story, in that way, until we know how and where it ends. And in telling such stories, we understand that some day, our story will be told in the same way. But not by us.
(There's some annoyingly convincing literary theory along these lines, mostly by Frenchmen: ' La finitude, it sucks, sans doute, but without it we are nothing, etc...')
So my ‘people who are allowed to die’ list is vanishingly small. It’s, like, Hitler and Stalin and Michael Vick.
The latter of whom, weirdly, just blew through our town on an 'atonement' jaunt, to a mixed hero's welcome plus massive scepticism. Maybe Pol Pot could keep his seat warm for him.