I’m exhausted and the last 24 hours feel a bit surreal. My family flew up to Brisbane early yesterday morning to attend the funeral and wake of a very special lady, Jo, a true champion of social justice. We then flew back to Melbourne the same evening. I got home just after midnight and collapsed into bed.
I remember Jo telling me right before I moved to America in 2011 that I mustn’t listen to a man who wants me to give up school or any dream of mine for him: “we gave up everything for love” she said of the women in her generation.
Jo’s one and only grandchild, and a boy I love and consider my nephew was born only a few months ago. It was a moving experience sitting by him and seeing his bright, curious eyes study everyone’s faces as his grandmother’s coffin stood behind him. Life and death are such miracles. I want my parents to have decades of time with their grandchildren.
One of the speakers at the service said that death reminds us to reflect on our priorities and to reject materialism and conflict. I thought about how prevalent those themes are in civilisation. At the wake afterwards I was talking to guy who has spent his life fighting for social justice and we wondered if the Snowden leaks didn’t cause much of a backlash because everyone knows at some level how oppressive the military-industrial-congressional complex is and have just become numb to it, or because people are unsure about how to effectively resist.
Now I’m back home trying to figure out what material to include in the lectures I’m giving on feminism next month. I wish I could just sit back and play every part of this amazing cultural criticism by bell hooks to the students.
If there is no exchange of money and it’s a close relative, that seems more ethical, but middle class white people using the bodies of poor women of colour to bear their children is just the epitome of exploitation. I agree with Professor Jeffreys who argues that the surrogacy industry has ‘separated childbirth from motherhood.’ It is telling that baby Gammy’s Thai surrogate mother described Gammy as ‘her baby’ and said nobody would ever take her baby away from her. I wouldn’t know as I’ve never carried a baby to term, but it must be the most profound experience to have a human life form from within your body, and traumatising to have to then hand that life over to someone else.
Fantastic interview with sociology professor Charles Derber where he discusses his theory that the United States and other capitalist market-based societies are ‘sociopathic’…
I was in a shop today looking at bridesmaid dresses for my sister, and I told the shop assistant that my wedding is 10 weeks away, “oh! you’re leaving things a bit late” she said. Here I thought I was doing well. I’d booked everything and all that was left was a dress for my sister, but the Wedding Industry sees things differently.
How the hell did Khloe Kardashian plan a wedding in 9 days?
About 3-6 months. The side effects of going off HBC are quite stunning, really makes you realise how powerful that little pill is. My side effects were: smaller chest, more pimples, hair loss on head/more hair on face (that sucked). The extreme side effects went away though. Now I have clear skin and no chest sensitivity during my follicular phase, and a few pimples, some fatigue, and a sensitive chest in my luteal phase.
Jon hasn’t expressed a preference, but I’ve suggested the kids just take his surname. Because he’s so impartial about things it’s easy to fall back on tradition. If he felt passionately about thwarting the tradition I think I would feel like I could take it on, because let me tell ya, I’d be explaining/defending a decision to give our children my surname for the rest of my life and I can’t do that alone.