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Month: February, 2014

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Ashley Weeks Cart, having graduated with a double major of studio art and women and gender studies, added that she also loves living in a community where the arts are “deeply valued” and also easily accessible in a way that wouldn’t be the case in a city. This, she said, is going to offer “great benefits for our kids.” In the meantime, they sometimes have to stay at home with babysitters, but even this highlights another positive thing about Williamstown: “my kids’ babysitters,” she said, “are some of the smartest people in the world.”

A brief profile of young alums (ha! I can’t believe that I still get to lay claim to that title) working at Williams in the College newspaper this week.

Currently Gawking

A friend passed along this video after reading my Barbie/SI rant. A nice counterpoint.

LasseMaja Do Vermont: The Winter Edition

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We had so much fun with these two. July can’t get here soon enough! (We’re headed to Sweden to watch them get hitched! Skål!)

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Barbie and Masturbation. Yup. That is indeed the title of this post.

In a stunt that has this particular mother slash woman slash feminist slash human being seeing red, Barbie and Sports Illustrated have teamed up in an unapologetic act of what the fuckness.

Barbie is this year’s cover model for the 50th anniversary edition of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue (which is on magazine stands tomorrow, Tuesday). This is Mattel’s attempt at rebranding Barbie after piss poor sales during this past holiday season.

It would seem that the line of thinking went as follows…

Parents (namely moms) are more apt to purchase Barbie for their children (namely daughters) if she is pictured on the cover of an adult magazine geared toward men interested in oggling women in scantily clad bikinis. And, as a co-worker pointed out, Don’t we assume that the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue is popular in sperm banks?

Um, gross. Who wants to buy a doll for their child that is now the emblem of male masturbation?

I just. I can’t even. *headdesk*

The hashtag #unapologetic only makes the message worse (as though that were possible). It’s unabashedly aggressive, and unnecessarily so for marketing a CHILD’S TOY. And it’s in line with Rihanna’s latest album titled UNAPOLOGETIC. Don’t even get me started on the damage she’s doing to women everywhere with her “brand” and life choices.

I am at a loss.

Perhaps most devastating is the reality that there are in fact some women that would indeed be persuaded to purchase Barbie for their daughter as an emblem of the  most desirable female figure (as being a cover model for Sports Illustrated has come to signify). And that breaks my heart for those children who will be indoctrinated into the same lines of thinking as their parents, assuming that female beauty is the pinnacle of a woman’s success and value.

I recommend you take a read of this article in Forbes that presented the opinions of a number of young women. They are far more eloquent and far less crass in their analysis:

So while it would be easy to frame this campaign as unilaterally bad, perhaps there’s an (ironic) silver lining: maybe replacing images of women with that of a doll will actually force those who have (#)unapologetically consumed those images in the past to realize that maybe they should be apologizing after all — that doing so isn’t “appreciation,” but objectification, plain and simple. – Julie Zeilinger, 20

The swimsuit edition has fairly consistent images every year of a corporately-determined “perfect” woman in a swimsuit. With a doll on the cover, the editors are essentially saying that a fictional image is consistent with what they normally do, implying that a “perfect” woman is, in fact, fictional. Essentially, the public shouldn’t perceive anyone on the cover of the SI swimsuit edition as “real.” That’s actually a pretty empowering message (albeit, probably unintentional). Therefore, I don’t necessarily think that Barbie on the cover is inherently more problematic than a photo-shopped human model when it comes to the public’s perception of beauty. – Julia Landauer, 22

What do you think about this decision? I’m very intrigued to hear from people from all vantage points on this one.

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SLOW

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For the first time in forever (sweet lord I can’t help but turn every word I utter into a Frozen song – any parent with a child age 3-10 understands what I mean by that statement and opening line… ANYWAY)…

For the first time in forever (and by forever I mean, since Admission season began), James and I were able to really slow down and enjoy our weekend. It began last weekend when Maja and Lars came to visit, but James’ biggest deadline of the season was Friday morning, so now we are truly breathing a sigh of relief and catching up on the corresponding hours of sleep and family bonding.

We had a slow, lazy weekend, punctuated by naps and lounging with cups of tea in front of the wood stove and House of Cards season 2. Uncle Ted (one of James’ three brothers) came out to visit from Boston, and somehow having a guest in the house forced an even lazier, more laid back hand. No projects. No TO DO lists. We went to a Darlingside show (well, we tried to go to a Darlingside show. We arrived just as the guys were going on stage to perform and wound up in the back of an immense line outside of Goodrich Hall (like it was 2004) because apparently they are a very big deal among the Williams College student body and there was no way we were going to get inside. So we went and ate burgers and drank beer and visited with Ted who had just arrived, and then met up with the band post-show for hugs and ego-stroking. (They had no idea that the place was packed with a line to the street)). We took the girls to see the Lego movie. We went on a sleigh ride. We played in the ridiculous piles of snow. And mostly, we did a whole lot of “nothing,” which was far more meaningful than the word implies. We must do nothing more often.

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^^Friday afternoon sleigh rides on the Williams campus to kick off Winter Carnival 2014.^^

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^^Playing with Uncle Ted and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. A winning combination.^^

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^^We have Ted to thank for all of these images of our family playing in the snow. The icicles were a big hit. Apparently they inspire us to mean mug.^^

7/52

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“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

Sunny: Playing with a PlayMobile castle circa 1985. Hamming it up for her Uncle Ted.
Kaki: Crazy bed head setting the table for an indoor picnic.

More details about The 52 Project here. To view all the portraits in the series visit here.

A Poem

A James Blog hijack

Upon First Meeting – A Poem

Cold night
Heavy coats
And
Near a lamp post. Walking. Stop.
Giant moon shoes toward The Man,The Legend… an
End

Meander with Z to the ol’ Snacky-B
Yes, that ‘twas the start of a destiny

Worlds collide then away we stride
Overhead, our cosmos have shifted. Fate.
Realigned. The birthing of a binding binary system
Leaving, you remember painful shyness mistaken for arrogance
Doubting significance, I remember your shoes.

And then September
No, primary colors are not an outfit
Definitely wrong. They are the shit.

Impossible together…until a serenade.

Lest napalm tumble walls with a bad attitude toward brick
Offer a heart and a soul, our only witness was Patrick
Victorious, vivacious, vividly quick
Emancipated. Finally. You were my pick.

Years come and go, has it been 10 already?
Of course it’s been more, but our love just as steady.
Up we build.

Forge
Open
Remember

It doesn’t get old
This just gets better.

ALWAYS.


Happy Valentine’s Day, Ashley.

Many thanks to Ashley for the picture, used in last year’s letter to me. No doubt many of you, including Ashley, think I’m a terrible poet but in case you missed the fun part…

Ashley: YoU Change MWorld, And I Love You For It. ALWAYS. 

 

LOVE

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The girls’ school closed early yesterday, so James and I left work early to retrieve them and avoid worsening conditions. We headed home in the blinding snow, and were grateful when we pulled safely into our snow coated driveway. James retreated to the barn to tackle the remaining stack of Admission files while the Cart females retreated upstairs for nap time. We crawled into my bed, snuggled into flannel and down, and after fifteen minutes of rolling and adjusting and accidental liver punches from flailing, restless limbs, fell into a stillness as quieting as the snow gently falling outside our windows. I lay with my daughters flanked on either side of me, grounded by the sound of their breaths, frozen in that moment, consumed by the awe that these people are mine and I theirs and that I have a lifetime of these kind of time-stopping moments still ahead of me.

How lucky we are.

This Valentine’s Day I am focused on the love of my children, who were made possible by the love I share with their father. That’s a love worth celebrating.

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Gladdy and the Big Snow

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In opposition to 75% of my Facebook feed (though in strong camaraderie with the canines of Cartwheel Farm), I am positively delighting in all this snow. It’s been the most gorgeous two weeks. Bright, white, fresh snow and clear, sunny skies. That is winter at its best! I find it so jarring when people who live in New England (especially people who have been here a long time and have clearly chosen this part of the world as their home) are mad about snow and cold in February. DUDE! It’s FEBRUARY! If one were to look up the definition of February in the dictionary, I’m fairly certain it would read “snow and cold.” Because, HELLO? WINTER!

We get snow and cold in April, too. Fortunately, our dual hvac system perform effectively. By April, I admit, I’m less than thrilled (it is, after all, well into spring by that point) but I am not at all going to be annoyed by proper winter weather in the heart of a proper winter. Especially when it is filled with sun and snow. My greatest sadness is when winters are cold and grey and freezing-raining-wintry-mix-world-of-death. So I am enjoying yet another pounding of snow in great anticipation of yet another afternoon spent frolicking in its wake with our house full of dependents. Gladden is clearly having no fun at all. Nor am I. Nope, no fun at all trying to capture these magical shots of black dog juxtaposed against white snow and all its powdery, sparkling awesomeness. We made sure that we were ready for this winter, and we have a new furnace installation Portland Oregon, to keep us warm and comfortable at home.

Snow is stupid gorgeous, you guys.

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Currently Gawking

Who knew a straight, white, old dude from Texas could fill me with the hopey, changey stuff?

You beat a woman and drag her down a flight of stairs, pulling her hair out by the roots? You’re the fourth guy taken in the NFL draft. You kill people while driving drunk? That guy’s welcome. Players caught in hotel rooms with illegal drugs and prostitutes? We know they’re welcome. Players accused of rape and pay the woman to go away? You lie to police trying to cover up a murder? We’re comfortable with that. You love another man? Well, now you’ve gone too far!