Whoever Declared March as Women’s Month, I Wonder

“You asked me to explain myself. I just wonder what needs to be explained. Let me be very clear. Look into your own heart. I swear to you, mine’s no different. You want a place in the trades and professions where you can earn your bread? So do I. You want some means of self expression? Some way of satisfying your own personal ambitions? So do I. You want a voice in the government in which you live? So do I. What is there to explain?”

(Quoted from the movie, Iron Jawed Angels; spoken by Hilary Swank who played the role of militant suffragette, Alice Paul.)

A scene from the 2004 movie starring Hilary Swank. Image from proyouththpages.com

A scene from the 2004 movie starring Hilary Swank. Image from proyouththpages.com

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The thing is … Alice Paul, many would disagree with you; and debate that there is much difference between the hearts and souls of men and women. For example, the fact that Ms. Universe 1994 Ms. Sushmita Sen was asked the inane question: “What is the essence of being a woman?” illustrates this fact. Nobody would dare to ask a man: “What is the essence of being a man?”  with the express intention of expecting the guy to answer that his main purpose in life is to produce and take care of the next generation of human beings.

Alice Paul, 1885-1977, a militant feminist in the tradition of Andrea Dworkin. She got imprisoned numerous times and worked her ass off so that women in her country could get the vote. I think she was kinda pretty, almost as pretty as Justin Trudeau. The difference between Justin and Alice is that Justin has Sophie; while Alice's lovelife was so private we do not even know about it.

Alice Paul, 1885-1977, a militant feminist in the tradition of Andrea Dworkin. She got imprisoned numerous times and worked her ass off so that women in her country could get the vote. I think she was kinda pretty, almost as pretty as Justin Trudeau. The difference between Justin and Alice is that Justin has Sophie; while Alice’s lovelife was so private we do not even know about it. Image from biography.com.

I suddenly remember you, Alice, because last March 8 was Women’s Day and I think just this week, we were celebrating Mother’s Day.

I do not want to malign motherhood, Alice — an institution without which, I wouldn’t exist. But the thing is, people have ennobled being a mother to such an extent that not being one or not wanting to be one raises the spectre of “aberration” towards someone.

I am sure a lot of our sisters are ambivalent about motherhood — even those who are mothers themselves. Of course they would never dare to tell their children (or even other people) of this ambivalence; that would be like taboo or sacrilege.

I wonder if there will ever be a time when fatherhood is also elevated in the same pantheon of “nobility” as motherhood. When a guy can be asked: “What is the essence of being a man?” and for us to expect him to answer that being a man is all about being a father.

That is when I will truly believe that the struggle of feminism has succeeded.

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Justin and Barry -- my favorite feminists. It doesn't hurt that they also look good enough to eat. Image from news.yahoo.com

Justin and Barry — my favorite feminists. It doesn’t hurt that they also look good enough to eat. Image from news.yahoo.com

And because it is Women’s Month, I would like to have the privilege to objectify men.

Hence …

What can girls love more than guys who just scream “eye candy” — like Justin and Barry over here. Some have speculated on the budding bromance between these two world leaders 😉

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Reading Lists:

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/the-fix/wp/2016/03/10/the-budding-bromance-between-president-obama-and-canadas-justin-trudeau-in-11-great-pictures/?tid=sm_fb

http://www.kevinmd.com/blog/2016/03/heartbreak-dating-exhausted-medical-resident.html

http://www.vox.com/2014/12/15/7371737/rape-culture-definition

http://www.vox.com/2015/10/13/9523879/playboy-nudity-no

http://www.vox.com/2016/2/4/10877038/hitchhiking-woman-dangerous

Female Genital Mutilation More Widespread Than Previously Thought, UNICEF Says

 

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Fallen Heroes

The fallen men of the Philippine National Police Special Action Force. They died because they went after a terrorist bombmaker in Maguindanao. I hope they have not died in vain. (Photo from Rappler.com)

The fallen men of the Philippine National Police Special Action Force. They died because they went after a terrorist bombmaker in Maguindanao. I hope they have not died in vain. (Photo from Rappler)

My country has never lacked for heroes.

There are the oversees Filipino workers or OFWs who, as a group, has propped up this country’s economy for years.

One can rattle off names from forgotten Philippine history books

… Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, Apolinario Mabini, Gregorio de Pilar, Diego Silang, Macario Sakay

… and the lesser known names that have yet to appear in textbooks … Macling Dulag, Bobby dela Paz, Edgar Jopson, Eman Lacaba …

Why does it seem like, as a definition, being a hero means “to die”?

… and in this country anyway, being a hero, seems to mean “to be forgotten”?

A few days ago, 44 men, Filipino soldiers all, died in a godforsaken place called Mamasapano which is in the south of this country. A place where “peace” is a theoretical concept that is not grounded in reality.

 

These men were soldiers. They went there to extract a terrorist. And in the course of doing their duty, they died.

Soldiers die. That’s probably a fact. Or an occupational hazard.

But what I can’t get my head around  is that yesterday, the bodies of these men arrived in Manila and their President was nowhere to be found.

What the fuck!!!! Not even a “hello, thank you for laying your life for this country” Mr. President?

How unfeeling can you get?

How can you choose going to a factory inauguration over honoring your soldiers? Men who have died for you, and me, all ungrateful bunch of us?

Whose death are now causing me to sob like a baby, emotional nitwit that I am. I do not know these men personally and I cry for them … YOU ARE THEIR EFFING PRESIDENT FOR CHRIST’S SAKE! And all you could muster was to deliver a stilted report about the Maguindanao encounter on national TV?!!

Barack Obama is probably an imperialistic asshole American (I doubt that, though; I love him because he let Michelle wear a nice blue dress and with no head scarf in Saudi Arabia’s King Abdullah’s wake), but at least he knew how to honor his soldiers.

A salute to my brave soldiers. I do not know you, but you died for me, so the least I can do is not to forget this great sacrifice.

A salute to my brave soldiers. I do not know you, but you died for me, so the least I can do is not to forget this great sacrifice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Romance of Barry, Bashar and John McCain

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think I remember that there was a term, “pussy-foot democracy”, pertaining to the way the current US leaders are handling the situation in Syria — I just forgot the website where I saw it from.

I tried to google what “pussyfoot” (Google, the love-of my-life! sigh!) means and I came across this definition: “to avoid committing oneself.”

I see.

So the US is playing the role of a Regency libertine who can’t commit to one woman because he had been hurt before. I actually am re-reading such a storyline right now!

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until you

“Until You” by Judith McNaught was published in 1994 and features the (fictional) Earl of Langford, Stephen David Elliott Westmoreland — please note that he has the same number of 1st names as the current (non-fictional) Duchess of Cambridge’s and Will’s new son.

Stephen had been hurt before by a woman who possesses a sappy and stuffy name, Emily Lathrop. An experience which left him cynical about women in general. Until he met the American redhead romance-novel lover (in the 1800’s romance novels were called “dime novels”, which just goes to show how cheaply people regarded them) — Sheridan “Sherry” Bromleigh.

I read “Until You” when I was a wide-eyed idealistic 14-year old.

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Now, I am no longer 14 or wide-eyed. Not so idealistic either.

puckerclust.wordpress.com

puckerclust.wordpress.com

A painful thing about “growing up” is that one realizes that the world contains more evil-terrible- Sauron/Voldemort types than one would care or wish to have.

Saddam Hussein was a Voldemort. And so is Bashar al-Assad.

Bashar al-Assad. Don't let the smile fool you. Picture from www.theguardian.com

Bashar al-Assad. Don’t let the smile fool you. Picture from http://www.theguardian.com

So can anyone blame Barry Obama for wanting to go to war with him?

Yeah, I know … I did say I’m a pacifist.

However, Barry is sooo cute and sexy that if Michele would do an Emily Lathrop and dumps him someday (wish, wish!), I would, in one heartbeat of a second, scoop him up and carry him into my castle. I mean any guy who would be willing to tell-all as in “Dreams from my Father” surely would not be so inhibited in stripping in front of a woman.

Dreams_from_my_father

With all due respect, John McCain — you ARE cute, especially when you were young and wearing those Air Force uniforms. But man, you have got to lighten up and get a perm!

McCain -- cute guy, but needs a make-over. Tim Gunn alert! From www.treehugger.com

McCain — cute guy, but needs a make-over. Tim Gunn alert! From http://www.treehugger.com

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So to go back to the first sentence of this post — pussyfoot democracy.

The problem with democracy (and yes, it does have some) is it can be quite cumbersome to get the will of the people by the government — of the people, by the people, for the people, from the people. I hope I got all the bases covered but that’s the idea.

Can we blame Barry for going to Congress regarding Syria? We — or rather You, since I am not an American, ha ha ha — will also blame him if he didn’t.

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This was Sam’s speech to Frodo in “Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers”.

Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?

Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.”

the two towers

I know the speech sounds sooo George Dubya Bush … but sometimes, I do wonder — what, really, was the difference between Dubya and Bill;  or (to push the metaphor further) Lincoln and Davis? So they wanted a More Perfect Union — I think the people, for and from,  whom their government was made, would also agree with that.

Incidentally, that’s also what I want — with my significant other.

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A last statement:  Environment factors can and do affect our health; and the World Health Organization (WHO) defined health as:

…  a state of complete physical, mental and social well-being and not merely the absence of disease or infirmity.