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@pippinpants
Every time I see these bird pins - I cannot resist posting them, perhaps their history, with its fragility and strength, attracts me again and again.Â
Bird pins (brooches) made out of scrap materials by Japanese Americans held in internment camps during World War II.From The Art of Gaman: Arts & Crafts from the Japanese American Internment Camps 1942-1946 by Delphine Hirasuna (Ten Speed Press, 2005).
Gaman is a Japanese term of Zen Buddhist origin which means âenduring the seemingly unbearable with patience and dignityâ.
Whoooooo wants some Critical Role spoilers?
So for GISH this year, one of the items was a wedding dress made of used plastic bags...and Iâm an overachiever...
i really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really donât wanna do this anymore
The woods are lovely, dark and deep đđ
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I think I accidentally deleted half of this post so hereâs part 3 and 4 again lol enjoy
Rae Klein, Paintings.
Dreamy, mysterious and illusory paintings by artist Rae Klein.
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The New York Times, New York, January 3, 1897
History in a nutshell
âWhat do women think about women?
WE ASKED A MANâ
Bustin back on the scene with some Crit Role (sorta???) fanart
Buffalo Evening News, New York, November 4, 1895
I actually really love this
This is the greatest day of my life
play this at my wedding or funeral I donât care where but just plAY IT
Oh my god
Tag yourself I'm the tatted up bald guy sitting there like "omg he's so dreamy"
first day of college in media:Â âPlease open up your textbooks to chapter three because I expect you to have already read the first two chapters in preparation for starting this classâ
first day of college in reality:Â âWeâre going to spend the next hour slowly and thoroughly going over every page of the syllabus because I strongly suspect at least half of you assholes donât actually know how to readâ
Weâre Ready
I was presenting an assembly for kids grades 3-8 while on book tour for the third PRINCESS ACADEMY book.
Me: âSo many teachers have told me the same thing. They say, âWhen I told my students we were reading a book called PRINCESS ACADEMY, the girls saidâââ
I gesture to the kids and wait. They anticipate what Iâm expecting, and in unison, the girls scream, âYAY!â
Me: â'And the boys saidââ
I gesture and wait. The boys know just what to do. They always do, no matter their age or the state they live in.
In unison, the boys shout, âBOOOOO!â
Me: âAnd then the teachers tell me that after reading the book, the boys like it as much or sometimes even more than the girls do.â
Audible gasp. They werenât expecting that.
Me: âSo itâs not the story itself boys donât like, itâs what?â The kids shout, âThe name! The title!â
Me: âAnd why donât they like the title?â
As usual, kids call out, âPrincess!â
But this time, a smallish 3rd grade boy on the first row, who I find out later is named Logan, shouts at me, âBecause itâs GIRLY!â
The way Logan said âgirly"âŚso much hatred from someone so small. So much distain. This is my 200-300th assembly, Iâve asked these same questions dozens of times with the same answers, but the way he says âgirlyâ literally makes me take a step back. I am briefly speechless, chilled by his hostility.
Then I pull it together and continue as I usually do.
âBoys, I have to ask you a question. Why are you so afraid of princesses? Did a princess steal your dog? Did a princess kidnap your parents? Does a princess live under your bed and sneak out at night to try to suck your eyeballs out of your skull?â
The kids laugh and shout âNo!â and laugh some more. We talk about how girls get to read any book they want but some people try to tell boys that they can only read half the books. I say that this isnât fair. I can see that theyâre thinking about it in their own way.
But little Logan is skeptical. Heâs sure he knows why boys wonât read a book about a princess. Because a princess is a girlâa girl to the extreme. And girls are bad. Shameful. A boy should be embarrassed to read a book about a girl. To care about a girl. To empathize with a girl.
Where did Logan learn that? What does believing that do to him? And how will that belief affect all the girls and women he will deal with for the rest of his life?
At the end of my presentation, I read aloud the first few chapters of THE PRINCESS IN BLACK. After, Logan was the only boy who stayed behind while I signed books. He didnât have a book for me to sign, he had a question, but he didnât want to ask me in front of others. He waited till everyone but a couple of adults had left. Then, trembling with nervousness, he whispered in my ear, âDo you have a copy of that black princess book?â
He wanted to know what happened next in her story. But he was ashamed to want to know.
Who did this to him? How will this affect how he feels about himself? How will this affect how he treats fellow humans his entire life?
We already know that misogyny is toxic and damaging to women and girls, but often we assume it doesnât harm boys or mens a lick. We think weâre asking them to go against their best interest in the name of fairness or love. But that hatred, that animosity, that fear in little Logan, that isnât in his best interest. The oppressor is always damaged by believing and treating others as less than fully human. Always. Nobody wins. Everybody loses.Â
We humans have a peculiar tendency to assume either/or scenarios despite all logic. Obviously itâs NOT âeither men matter OR women do.â Itâs NOT âwe can give boys books about boys OR books about girls.â Itâs NOT âmen are important to this industry OR women are.âÂ
Itâs not either/or. Itâs AND.
We can celebrate boys AND girls. We can read about boys AND girls. We can listen to women AND men. We can honor and respect women AND men. And And And. I know this seems obvious and simplistic, but how often have you assumed that a boy reader would only read a book about boys? I have. Have you preselected books for a boy and only offered him books about boys? Iâve done that in the past. And if not, Iâve caught myself and others kind of apologizing about it. âI think youâll enjoy this book EVEN THOUGH itâs about a girl!â They hear that even though. They know what we mean. And they absorb it as truth.
I met little Logan at the same assembly where I noticed that all the 7th and 8th graders were girls. Later, a teacher told me that the administration only invited the middle school girls to my assembly. Because Iâm a woman. I asked, and when theyâd had a male author, all the kids were invited. Again reinforcing the falsehood that what men say is universally important but what women say only applies to girls.
One 8th grade boy was a big fan of one of my books and had wanted to come, so the teacher had gotten special permission for him to attend, but by then he was too embarrassed. Ashamed to want to hear a woman speak. Ashamed to care about the thoughts of a girl.
A few days later, I tweeted about how the school didnât invite the middle school boys. And to my surprise, twitter responded. Twitter was outraged. I was blown away. Iâve been talking about these issues for over a decade, and to be honest, after a while you feel like no one cares.Â
But for whatever reason, this time people were ready. I wrote a post explaining what happened, and tens of thousands of people read it. National media outlets interviewed me. People who hadnât thought about gendered reading before were talking, comparing notes, questioning what had seemed normal. Finally, finally, finally.
And thatâs the other thing that stood out to me about Loganâhe was so ready to change. Eager for it. So open that heâd started the hour expressing disgust at all things âgirlyâ and ended it by whispering an anxious hope to be a part of that story after all.Â
The girls are ready. Boy howdy, weâve been ready for a painful long time. But the boys, theyâre ready too. Are you?
Iâve spoken with many groups about gendered reading in the last few years. Here are some things that I hear:
A librarian, introducing me before my presentation: âGirls, youâre in for a real treat. Youâre going to love Shannon Haleâs books. Boys, I expect you to behave anyway.â
A book festival committee member: âLast week we met to choose a keynote speaker for next year. I suggested you, but another member said, âWhat about the boys?â so we chose a male author instead.â
A parent: âMy son read your book and he ACTUALLY liked it!â
A teacher: âI never noticed before, but for read aloud I tend to choose books about boys because I assume those are the only books the boys will like.â
A mom: âMy son asked me to read him The Princess in Black, and I said, âNo, thatâs for your sister,â without even thinking about it.â
A bookseller: âIâve stopped asking people if theyâre shopping for a boy or a girl and instead asking them what kind of story the child likes.â
Like the bookseller, when I do signings, I frequently ask each kid, âWhat kind of books do you like?â I hear what youâd expect: funny books, adventure stories, fantasy, graphic novels. Iâve never, ever, EVER had a kid say, âI only like books about boys.â Adults are the ones with the weird bias. Weâre the ones with the hangups, because we were raised to believe thinking that way is normal. And we pass it along to the kids in sometimes overt (âPut that back! Thatâs a girl book!â) but usually in subtle ways we barely notice ourselves.
But we are ready now. Weâre ready to notice and to analyze. Weâre ready to be thoughtful. Weâre ready for change. The girls are ready, the boys are ready, the non-binary kids are ready. The parents, librarians, booksellers, authors, readers are ready. Timeâs up. Letâs make a change.
Ok hear me out: value your time and labor. Ask for what you want. Get paid for the things that you do.
Our landlord at work is a little old Korean man, and I occasionally do him favors because he reminds me of my grandpa. But sometimes he expects too much and I put my foot down.
Smooshing down the trash in the dumpster because the other tenants in our building filled it too full? Gross and borderline dangerous and not my job. Hard no.
Carrying things out to his car for him because weâre headed in the same direction anyways? Absolutely.
One day he told me I should turn the lights on in his shop in the mornings when I get to work.
âDude, I have actual things to do in the morning!â
âLike what? What you do?â
So Iâm listing off all the things I do every day to get our shop ready for the day. He goes ok, when youâre turning on your light, come out and turn on my light. Itâs just one more thing.
âYou mean stop what Iâm doing. Go all the way through our shop. Come down the hall, around the corner, all the way through your shop. Turn on your lights. Then go back the way I came and get back to my job. Are you going to pay me?â Being more than a little sarcastic because REALLY.
âYou want paid?â
âDo I want⌠Look, I want your typewriter if I do it every morning.â
He just sort of looks at me with his grandpa face and I cave a little.
âFine, Iâll try. I wonât do it every morning but if I remember and have time, sometimes Iâll turn on your lights for you. Ok?â
Two weeks pass of me mostly doing like he asked. Then today I walk into his shop, turn on the lights, turn around and see something new.
Thereâs a sign on the typewriter.
âFor Molly- take it.â
So he has what he wants and Iâm the proud owner of a mostly functional old Bessie of a typewriter. Everybody wins.
Ask for what you want. Get paid.
This is the model. Itâs from the 1950s. I think Iâm gonna call her Midori, or possibly Tank.
So sometimes I see bros on the internet talk about how women couldnât have worn armor historically, because it was too heavy for them.
Here is a picture of me wearing armor when I was a nerdy 14-year-old girl who was about 5 feet tall and weighed less than 95 pounds. I sometimes wore it for 6 hours straight in summer heat, and I would run and turn summersaults in it for fun.
And before you start asking: this was authentic full steel plate with a padded arming doublet underneath. It weighed so much that I couldnât carry the plastic tub it was stored in on my own. It was heavy. But once I was wearing it I just felt like I was being hugged or wrapped up in a really heavy blanket. Thatâs how armor works. The whole point is that the weight is distributed across your whole body, and your whole body can lift a huge amount. It has nothing to do with how strong you are or how much you can bench.
So if you think women are too weak to wear armor, you are wrong on so many levels. It does not even matter if you believe in your little misogynistic heart that all women are defined by their physical inferiority when compared to men, because you are also just wrong about how armor works. Even skinny teen girls can wear armor just fine. Everyone can wear armor.