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This was a snapshot of what my own deep friendships could lead to: transformation. I saw, on that afternoon, that it’s possible to transcend the limits of your skin in a friendship. That a friend can take you out of the boxes you’ve made for yourself and burn them up. This kind of friendship is not a frivolous connection, a supplementary relationship to the ones we’re taught and told are primary – spouses, children, parents. It is love.
Transformation and Transcendence: The Power of Female Friendship at The Rumpus
I love female friendships and also I loved this essay. Read it! It features a group of women called The Wrinklies… not sure what more you could want.
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Or: Going to a bar, with my boyfriend, with the activist friends he’d made through Greenpeace; it was called “Trailer.” It was decorated to look like somebody’s idea of what you’d see in a trailer person’s home. To be precise, it was decorated to look like my home; it was decorated to look like the houses I’d visited growing up. We sat on a couch that had also belonged to my grandmother. And to my mother, during the bad years, right after she left my father; it was a hand-me-down. I traced the pattern of fruit in the print and thought about how I’d chipped my brother’s tooth, bouncing with him on the cushions.
“That whole white-trash chic thing,” said the girl who’d invited us there.
That was when I figured it out, the name for what we were. Our name was trash.
Please read Sady Doyle’s essay on class, gender, family, violence, protest, and pain at Tiger BeatdownPosted on October 13, 2011 with 34 notes ()
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Crying.
Click on the letter to read more of this lovely correspondence, courtesy of Letters of Note.
Children can have such good ideas!
Posted on October 3, 2011 with 9 notes ()
The patriarchy won't stop giving. I keep track of it here.
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