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Month: February, 2013

Volunteer Opportunities!

Hello, all you lovely people!

You rock.

I’ve been contemplating all the vast movements lately by the feminist community.  There have been thousands of protests and events focusing on the fact that women have been treated unfairly and need more of those inalienable rights that people keep talking about.  And sure, they get a lot of attention.  But we need people who work in the in-between, in the everyday situations.

We need volunteers.

I love volunteers.  They pour out their hearts for their causes in the background of the world, and never ask for appreciation.  They hurt alongside of those they try to help, they spend their free time contemplating what they can do with the advantages that they have.

You can be that person too.  You have a talent that you can share with people who need it.

Don’t think for a second that you don’t have something to share with the world, because you do.  Your help could mean the world to someone.

So let me help you get started!


(Some of these might be local, but I scrounged to find national ones so that everyone could be involved easily)

Feeding America

Habitat for Humanity

Live Your Dream

Women’s Advocates

United Nations Volunteers

Planned Parenthood

Julian Center

Go, do (Don’t burn yourself out; that’s a common problem for volunteers). 



Feminist sense of humor

Well, I’m right in the middle of creating my capstone about human trafficking, so I need a little humor in my life.

Unfortunately, according to a lot of people, we feminists don’t have a sense of humor.  I must be shit out of luck.

Fuck ’em.  Let’s have a party and share jokes and pictures that are equality friendly!


A young man goes into a drug store to buy condoms.
The pharmacist says the condoms come in packs of 3, 9 or 12 and asks which the young man wants.
“Well,” he said, “I’ve been seeing this girl for a while and she’s really hot. I want the condoms because I think tonight’s “the” night. We’re having dinner with her parents, and then we’re going out. And I’ve got a feeling I’m gonna get lucky after that.”
“Once she’s had me, she’ll want me all the time, so you’d better give me the 12 pack.”
The young man makes his purchase and leaves.
Later that evening, he sits down to dinner with his girlfriend and her parents. He asks if he might give the blessing and they agree. He begins the prayer, but continues praying for several minutes.
The girl leans over to him and says, “You never told me that you were such a religious person.”
The boy leans over to her and whispers, “You never told me that your father is a pharmacist.”






Three comedians are shooting the breeze at the back of a nightclub after a late gig. They’ve heard one another’s material so much, they’ve reached the point where they don’t need to say the jokes anymore to amuse each other – they just need to refer to each joke by a number. “Number 37!” cracks the first comic, and the others break up. “”Number 53!” says the second guy, and they howl. Finally, it’s the third comic’s turn. “44!” he quips. He gets nothing. Crickets. “What?” he asks, “Isn’t 44 funny?” “Sure, it’s usually hilarious,” they answer. “But the way you tell it…”


Whatever.  I amuse myself.  I hope some of them amuse you too!  Add your own jokes and pictures!

My Cry to You

So, I have to talk about something, because it’s been driving me crazy.  Last week, I had an… incident, let’s call it.  I was alone in the cafeteria at school (it was late at night and the staff had just left).  A guy came up to me and started saying really weird shit.  “You looked so safe over here, I thought I would come rattle you.” “I’ve been watching you for the past couple weeks.” “You look like you have anxiety problems.”

I stayed as calm as I could, trying not to let him see that he was bothering me in case he was doing this to have some power over me.  The feminist in me was telling me to tell him off in no uncertain terms.  But I didn’t.

Afterward I dodged out of school for the week.  I cried even thinking about going back to class.  I just couldn’t handle it.

I came back this Monday, told campus security what had happened (“What he did wasn’t technically illegal, but here’s the number to call if he tries to talk to you again”), and tried to go on with my life.  But now I’m trucking to the other end of campus everyday I’m there just to be away from that place, I’m constantly watching my back…  I don’t know.  Some part of me thinks I’m overreacting, but another part of me knows that letting that attention endure would only hurt me.

I have to let go of this fear.  I can’t let one incident take me down.  I let him take my power even though I knew that was what he wanted.  And I’m so angry at myself, so sick to my stomach about my cowardice, that I’m starting to resent every action I take.  What kind of feminist am I if I can’t handle these kinds of battles?  How can I talk about standing up to these perpetrators for other people if I can’t do it myself?

I don’t know if I’m looking for comfort, advice, a new perspective, whatever.  I just needed to talk about it, and I figure if someone is in the same boat as me, we can talk about it together and figure this out.


Oh! Today is the first anniversary of my blog!

54 posts, 91 WordPress followers, 107 comments.

You guys rock.

It’s the paper anniversary, according to traditional wedding procedures that I don’t really buy into.

Although I’m not against paper hats. Or planes. Or origami.

Anyway, I wanted to thank everyone for making my blog as strong as it is.  I always enjoy our conversations.

awesomeTo all 63 countries that visited my site this past year:

Thank-You-word-cloud-1024x791Anyway, here’s to another year!

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