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17th-Nov-2007 12:05 am - Pretty Bird Woman House
mandroids
Saw this, thought it would be important to pass on:

In 2004, Jackie Brown Otter founded Pretty Bird Woman House, a women's shelter at the Standing Rock Reservation in South Dakota. The shelter is named after Brown Otter's sister, who was kidnapped, raped and beaten to death in 2001. According to Amnesty Intn'l report: High levels of sexual violence on the Standing Rock Sioux Reservation take place in a context of high rates of poverty and crime... The unemployment rate on the Reservation is 71 per cent. Crime rates on the Reservation often exceed those of its surrounding areas. According to FBI figures, in 2005 South Dakota had the fourth highest rate of "forcible rapes" of women of any US state.

On the Lakota Sioux Reservation there is sufficient desensitization to crime and confusion over Tribal/Non-Tribal jurisdiction at Standing Rock to create rape tourism. Says Andrea Smith, an Assistant Professor of Native Studies at the University of Michigan, [N]on-Native perpetrators often seek out a reservation place because they know they can inflict violence without much happening to them.

Pretty Bird Woman House is staffed by three people-- a nurse, a volunteer, and a part-time employee-- and from January to October of this year, they managed to:

-- answer 397 crisis calls
-- give emergency shelter to 188 women and 132 children
-- help 23 women obtain restraining orders, 10 get divorces, and 16 get medical assistance
-- provide court advocacy support for 28 women
-- conduct community education programs for 360 women.

A few weeks ago, PBWH's phone lines were cut, the office was ransacked, and the building was burnt down.

Everyone was away from the house at the time, but all possessions were lost, and-- because PBWH's grant from the South Dakota Coalition Against Domestic Violence is predicated on its ability to shelter women-- its funding is also lost. Now everybody's trying to pick up the pieces. Click here for the full story.

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14th-Jun-2007 07:05 pm - Civil Rights FTW
mandroids
Hell yes, Massachusetts. Thank you x 151.

This just confirms why I love this state, and why once college is done I'm hightailing it home and clinging to the Northeast like a limpet.
20th-May-2007 04:08 am - Kick to the [Anti-]Feminist Groin
mandroids
Ever since really digging my teeth into the matters that would evolve into the essay of my last posting, I've done a lot of thinking about feminism, men, women, and perspective. Even more so after writing the essay, and in conference with my teacher, it's become a point of focus for me. One thing I've realized is that I don't actually consider myself a feminist in the very-contemporary sense; in that sense that seems more pro-women and anti-men than pro-equality, and that spends all its time screaming about patriarchy and views men as objects of oppression rather than people.

And so, in the last three days in particular, I've been working with that. Working with the realization that in terms of contemporary feminism I, in fact, tend to side with men. Because I want equality, not to scream at men with centuries' worth of anger; I have no interest in guilt-tripping my male peers on the sins of their fathers, grandfathers, etc. That's just not fair. I'd rather educate them on the truths of women, and being a woman (female terror, etc), and in turn allow them to educate me. Work toward eradicating those thousands of double standards each sex has for the other.

And then today happens. I spend serious time and energy trying to understand men and their points of view better, and then today happens.

Lying on the lawn outside, reading and minding my own business, two guys - townies, I expect - come over and not only make generic, lewd remarks from a semi-distance, but one actually crouches down right next to my shoulder and asks me what I'm going to do when I finish this chapter. And am I sure I want to keep reading, isn't there anything else I'd rather be doing? And he actually places a hand on my book as if to take it away from me. I told him to go away, and for reasons beyond my comprehension, except for a good upbringing (and a rising fear), I included a please. "Please go away now." Thankfully, he and his friend did.

No more than two hours later, in the process of running out of the building to make dinner, I opened the door for two guys who were looking for their keys to get in. As I run past them, rather than a thanks I get a, "Hey, you don't have to run away, baby."

And then I read this. And if you're going to read anything today, this week - hell, in the next year, you should read that.

And as I react, furious, crying, shaking, and ranting to a guy I'm talking to, all he can think to do is make jokes, trivialize the issue and my reaction, and tell me that I should feel lucky because at least I don't live in Afghanistan. At least I can get a job.

Sometimes I think I'd take some fucking respect over a job.

This doesn't, on the whole, change my stance. I still think we sell men short, and I think we don't address the issues well. I think the classic contemporary feminist spends too much time yelling and accusing, and not enough time in dialogue about the problem - and not enough time looking at the problems we create ourselves (hello, unrealistic expectations!)

But it's still fucking discouraging. And it still makes me cry and rage for all the women who feel like they have to apologize, and for all the women who are made into things by men, and who are afraid of men, just because they're men, because they've had to put up with too much of this crap.

Seriously, guys. Men. What the fucking hell did we ever do to you? What did we do to deserve centuries of degradation, humiliation, abuse -- things that carry on into now. They're not GONE. The problem isn't solved, it's not over. How did we earn this perception that we are less than you?

Because, seriously? We're not. The problem is most of us don't even realize it. And even many of those who realize it don't actually feel it.
27th-Oct-2006 03:55 am - Six years: six words a year
mandroids
Nabbed from someone on my friends list, because I thought it was a cool idea. Summing up each year since 2001 in six words.

2001 - Out with the old; enter: new.
2002 - The best friends in the world.
2003 - Hardship, painful. Also: anything is possible.
2004 - Adjusting. New stresses. Shit, college, what?
2005 - Caught between ends and beginnings. Cornfields.
2006 - Shaped by phones, ringing or not.

That was harder than it should have been; mentally I divide years by academic years, so it took me a minute to mentally parcel them out by calendar year. Hard to believe I spent *most* of 2001 in 8th grade. I have trouble remembering much from that last year of grade school except snatches: New York, the party at Veronika's house, that crap play, and the antics of some of the teachers. And reformulating the lyrics to "Yesterday" with Hannah. Heh.
26th-Oct-2006 01:39 am - Eeee!
mandroids
James Barbour! Camelot! Lancelot!

ON TOUR.

The schedule.

It comes to Chicago in late April, which is terribly exciting. My only worry is that Sir Barbour will have left it by then; it'd only be four months in but that's still four months, and I know he's still got in foot in on the Tale of Two Cities project. It'll be in Indianapolis in Febuary, which is a possibility, but I'd have to convince someone here (who has a car) to come too, since getting to Indianapolis by train is a fucking pain and a half.

Camelot!
15th-Aug-2006 10:08 pm(no subject) [cooking, hannah love, puppies]
mandroids
Ugh. Allergy season's kicking in early this year. Not good for my head.

Things with Boy remain on this side of completely ridiculous.

I love how when I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, near the head but not against it, BoyDog jumps up on the end, walks behind me, gives me this 'look how privledged I am' sort of look, and plops down right on my pillows. The best part is he doesn't even stay there; just long enough to prove he can - that he can be the first one to claim the ultra-comfy, fresh-made glory, before he gets up and goes to sprawl at the foot. Brat.

Tomorrow promises to be fabulously hectic. In the morning I have to go shopping for BBQ supplies (including, possibly, charcoal, because I just realized tonight we may not have any); at 12 a four year-old gets dropped off at my house for babysitting; and just when she leaves at two, Becca's coming, and I'll get to bully her into helping me start getting stuff ready for when everyone else gets here.

Oooh. And because I've always wanted to be one of the cool kids who posts fun, easy recipes on her livejournal: Hannah and I have been on a baking spree lately. We come home from work, cook something, go eat dinner, and then she comes back over to munch. Yesterday was pumpkin cheesecake tarts, which came out pretty well, though a little too pumpkin-pie like for my tastes. But today, today were Chocolate Chip Cookie Cups. They took no time at all, and are utterly amazing.

The How-To:

Make a batch of your favorite chocolate chip cookie dough (we did a half-recipe of Nestle's Tollhouse Cookies) and grease a muffin tin. Then fill each tin about 3/4 with the dough. We tried making the cup-wells ahead of time - try and widdle out a hollow in the middle. Pop them in the oven at 350 for about 20 minutes. While they're in, crumble Reeses Peanut Butter Cups (I used about 7, but had some left over) into a dish, and add some chocolate chips as well. When the cups come out, the wells have probably filled in (that is to say, ours did), but you can sort of hammer them back out with the back of a spoon while everything's still soft and gooshy. Then cram the well full of PB cup/chocolate chip mix. Let them stay in the tins for a bit, so the warmth helps melt everything in the middle. Then take 'em out and cool.

You can probably use peanut butter chips instead of crumbles Reeses - that's what we meant to use, but the store didn't have any. And really, I think the Reeses probably tasted and melted better anyway.

Woo. I feel like Martha Stewart.

Damn dog stole the pillows again.
15th-Jul-2006 06:58 pm(no subject)
ComeWhatMay
My BoyPuppy just came to lie near me. After settling down he tilted his head to look at me, and when I reached over to scratch his ears he snugged his head up against my hand and gave me a meltingly sweet look, as if that one little attention was what he's been waiting for all day.

The fact that I've been moody and angry since the moment I woke up now feels so inconsequential.
23rd-May-2006 02:31 pm(no subject)
ComeWhatMay
Meme nabbed from Hannah then BeccaCollapse )

I want to start writing again. I always say that, but this time I - possibly - mean it. Even if I am for a 500 words/day minimum, that would be a start.

Current Mood: hopeful
23rd-May-2006 01:49 am(no subject)
MEN(sinfest)
Shit.

I just found out my Shosha150 Yahoo account got deactivated and I lost all the emails.

That means all the emails from after Bennington; early Posse emails; scads of MU*-related emails; things from my family; things from old friends I've since lost touch with; and probably a score of other emails that I can't even recall.

Fuckin' a. Fucking Yahoo.
4th-May-2006 10:00 pm(no subject)
mandroids
Spent a good portion of today look at job listings on craigslist with Hannah. It was a lot of fun; we kept IMing each other links, and reading the funny ones outloud to each other (we were on the phone, of course).

The killer is, I found the perfect -- perfect -- job. However, it's in the Northshore Mall in Peabody. I'm not even sure where Peabody -is-, though research is hinting that it's about 30 minutes outside of Boston. I'm trying rather desperately to find any public transportation there - commuter rail or whatnot - but so far it's proving dicey. I found a few implications that there -might- be routes of -something- to the city itself, but perhaps not to the mall. And considering the mall is sort of on a highway or something, it's not like it'd be an easy walk.

So. We'll see. I'm going to keep poking around, and hopefully I'll figure something out. And if not, well, there's always being a housekeeping aide!
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