Maybe we are just living in the Matrix…

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Whoa, Ani DiFranco sang “Wishin’ and Hopin’” in My Best Friend’s Wedding? I feel like the entire universe has been thrown into question.

 

Canada Has at Least Ten Poets: Read in Case of Future Jeopardy! Question

Last month CBC took some time out to remind us that there are Canadian poets and make us feel guilty for not reading any of them. Oh CBC, I kid. It’s actually a good article and with the wealth of poets out there in Canadiana territory picking a top 10 must have been thankless task.

Readers will (perhaps) be relieved that they are no longer required to read George Bowering wax poetic about the eroticism of baseball or Al Purdy make metaphors about wood. Thankfully the list goes outside of the “Introduction to Canadian Poetry” canon and includes several women and non-white poets. Somehow I keep forgetting Dionne Brand is Canadian. I must remember to brag about this more when I leave the country.

Something else that caught my eye was despite claims to have “dropped several past masters in favor of some younger authors making their mark in this millennium”  I wouldn’t call these top 10 poets youngsters. Let’s just say none of them are twittering. Where are the Zoe Whittals? The Stuart Rosses? All those other hip poets that hang out in Toronto I keep trying to “accidentally” run into?

I think as a literary culture we tend to associate “Canadian Literature” with past generations, and it works to our deteriment by making it seem like there have only been 20 or so poets to have ever grown in Canada. And let me tell you, WE ARE LEGION. Seriously, I bet 10% of the people you know under 30 are poets. It’s like being left-handed, except that Stephen Harper takes your money away.

So… Read poetry! Go! Now!

Here’s the list to get you started:

Don McKay
Ken Babstock
Mary Dalton
Dionne Brand
Don Domanski
David McGimpsey
Skydancer Louise Bernice Halfe
Jeramy Dodds
Erin Mouré
Sheri-D Wilson

 

Dying Bride To Bring Happiness to My Complicated, Unmarried Life

So I received this email forward from a well-intentioned though completely clueless family member. As my mouse was hovering over the delete button, I decided to take a second look at it, because there are actually some interesting things being said in this email about how we view women, especially young pretty women, in relation to marriage.

So the jist of it is, “Katie” is engaged and dying of cancer but is going ahead and having a gigantic wedding anyway.

The caption underneath reads:

Even in pain and dealing with her organs shutting down, with the help of morphine, Katie took care of every single wedding planning.
Her dress had to be adjusted several times due to Katie’s constant weight loss.

This seemed horrifying to me. The girl is dying and she’s spending her last minutes booking a DJ and going to the tailor? The point is supposed to be that she’s being heroic, but to me this seems like straight-out masochism.

We also find out:

The other couple in this picture are Nick’s parents, very emotional with the wedding and of course to see their son marrying the girl he fell in love when he was an adolescent.

Marrying your childhood sweetheart= Fairytale

And:

Katie died 5 days after her wedding. To see a fragile woman dress as bride with a beautiful smile makes you think… Happiness is always there within reach, no matter how long it lasts…..lets enjoy life and don’t live a complicated life. Life is too short.

There’s a lot going on in that paragraph. Why is seeing this woman, who is in extreme physical and probably emotional pain, smile her way though a wedding reaffirm that happiness is out there? What’s really being said is “Look, if this dying girl can get married you could be happy too if you just live simply.” And to break it down for the girls out there, living simply=getting married.

I should clarify I don’t know if these are real people, and if they are I fully respect Katie’s choice to get married. But I suspect she and her husband might have a problem with her choice being reduced to a lame “live for the day” anecdote.

If this email is being forwarded to women all over the place, I don’t respect the implication that I should spend my life caring about “simple things” like weddings in case I die tomorrow.

And don’t even get me started on the beautiful dying white girl fetish. Would we have seen these pictures if she was bald or non-causcasion? Probably not.

Thoughts?

 

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God, I can’t even think about what to say. How did we get here? This man had a wife. He had four children. He was murdered by a movement that calls itself “pro-life.” I am done with that word. These people are terrorists.

RIP Dr. Tiller

More thoughts on Dr Tiller’s death here

 

Same website, new look

Hi all! Written on the Body is going through some renovations- apologies in advance if this page looks wacky. Unless it seems postmodern and innovative, then it was totally intentional.

 

From Eve to Dawn: the Passing of a Feminist

It’s always so tough to hear about the passing of another feminist, like you’ve lost someone you’re connected to as comrades and fellow soldiers. Like you always kind of thought you’d meet up some day and have so much to talk about. Marilyn French was one of those women, a person I always wanted to hear more from and know more about. A real survivor of the second wave battleground. It would have been nice to share battle scars, and have her laugh at how superficial mine were.

I think French is one of those feminists who have been deemed “unsafe”, aka “man haters”. Like Andrea Dworkin her writing had a strident tone and caused people to wring their hands and worry about hurting men’s feelings. And maybe her writing did, I don’t know. But I do know reading The Woman’s Room in university was like stepping through a looking glass. It was like entering a world that was both familiar and strange. It was off-putting and terrifying at times but it was something I needed to read. No woman wants to see the phrase “all men are rapists” or read about someone else’s repressed life, but I think for women particularly of my generation, we need the reminder. We need to remember that it once was-and in many places still is- permissible for a man to rape his wife. We need to remember that only a few decades ago we were held back from pursuing careers and having intellectual lives. We need to see where we’ve been to figure out where we’re going.

The world will miss you, Marilyn.

 

Jane Eyre as a Twitter update

evil aunt, evil cousins, school w/lots of death, sexy boss! oh no other wife! creepy missionary, Rochester blind now, married ♥, the end

Ok, I’m totally going back to work now. Seriously.

 

New Stephen King novel: it’s really long and something weird happens

The jury’s out on whether this is going to be really good or just really… Stephen Kingish. I mean, if anyone can pull off an epic 1000+ word novel about a town being trapped under a dome it’s him. What worries me is the Stand comparison. Do we really need another lengthy battle between good and evil/random weirdness in which (spoiler alert!) good wins? And the leader of the good team is a well-meaning middle-aged guy who is totally not Stephen King because sometimes he doesn’t wear glasses?

I actually really liked the Stand, I remember going to school the day after I finished it continually thinking I was in the middle of an apocalyptic viral war and flinching every time someone coughed. As somewhat predictable as his main characters often are, I always remember an interesting female character I can identify with (remember when Dayna throws herself out the window to keep Flagg from reading her mind? OMG!)

But King can also take us different places- he’s at his best when he lets his creative plots loose and writes a world somewhere beyond the black and white of good guys vs bad guys. Really, as long as there’s some kind of supernatural vortex or rips in the fabric of time I’m good.

 

Pole-Dancing at the Gym: Disturbing, Fun, or Somehow Both?

So the time has come to voice my comfortably anonymous and unpopular opinion: I have a huge problem with strippercise classes. I’m know a lot of women enjoy them, but having done research in the field of sex work and knowing a bit about the sex trade in North America I find the idea of paying someone to teach me to strip for fun uncomfortable. I’m told it’s great exercise, but so is kick-boxing and yoga. Why do we need to play at being sex objects to get a good work-out? I know it’s also got the “sexually empowering” thing going for it which causes me much worry, because as far as I can tell there’s nothing all that sexual happening for the stripper- unless that pole vibrates it’s pretty much just contorting your self into positions that someone else will find sexy. It seems stripercise is “empowering” only if someone else validates your sexuality. And that is the oldest trick in the patriarchy handbook.

What do you folks think? Am I over-reacting or should we put Carmen Electra out of business?

 

A Thank You

Today is the National Day of Appreciation for Abortion Providers in the States, and I would just like to take a minute to thank all the Canadian  men and women who have made reproductive choices like abortion available. These people risk their safety and often the safety of their families to protect our right to choose. Thank you.

I strongly encourage anyone who can to make a donation to the Morgentaler Clinic.