More good news!

 It looks like Maine might become the 5th state to approve same-sex marriage! The governor, John Baldacci, signed a bill supporting it, saying it’s his “responsibility to uphold the constitution”. It may take as late as November or next June for the law to go into effect, if it wins further approval, but this is still very exciting news! New York next, we hope!


Keri Smith is a smart lady.

I am absolutely in love with this artist’s website. If you fancy journaling, or even if you don’t, you might find one of her 100 ideas useful- they’re great for spurring any sort of artistic inspiration, relaxation, or study breaks, and basically just make your day happier:). Enjoy!

Bust, feminism, and solidarity between women

After an exhausting few weeks of what seemed like endless tests and papers, I’ve finally reached Tuesday night, with no paper due and no exam tomorrow. Instead, I have the happy reward of my Well-Woman office hours, where I can snuggle up with Bust magazine on the couch with some tea.

Bust magazine is fabulous for reconnecting with feminist thought- something I miss hearing about now that I have no room for women’s studies classes in my schedule. As I flip to the “New from a Broad” page, I see a lovely spread of mini articles, and large print that reads: “Let’s put the high price of sex back where it belongs: in organic whipped cream” (Laura Kraft). I can certainly agree with that statement. The only reason I’m not on the ring right now is because it would cost half my already meager paycheck each month.

The next article is called “Feminism More than Skin Deep, Now Even More Open-Minded”. Apparently, a recent article in the New York Times claims that “A new study finds that women who describe themselves as feminists are more forgiving than other women when assessing the attractiveness of women who are either very underweight or very heavy.” Continue Reading

On Your Marks, Get Set, Go! Summer Running…

Since I arrived in Cambridge for the summer, the demands of social outings, internship work, and exhaustion seem to have taken precedence. Now that four weeks have passed, I simply have no more excuses for why I’ve skipped out on the all too often forgotten endeavor of exercise. I realized my body felt different and worse without my twice-a-week yoga of last semester, and without dates with the Barnard gym. My muscles and joints were simply less happy. Put us to some use! Keep us in shape! They shouted at me, and indeed, the tighter-fitting half of my wardrobe was becoming unflattering. So I moseyed over to the long forgotten scale, curious to see if it would correspond with my own impressions of my body. So I hopped on, and to my great surprise, it showed me a weight I hadn’t been since my practically pre-pubescent days, roughly fifteen pounds lighter. My rational mind knew that it wasn’t possible, that it didn’t match my own sense of my body at all. Nonetheless, for a brief moment I believed it, and in that moment, I looked up at the mirror and saw myself as thinner than before. Disbelief soon overcame such flattery, and I got back on the scale. This time it was several pounds different, and all at once, it occurred to me that perhaps scales don’t work well on carpeting. Rather disappointed by this realization, I moved it onto the tile floor. There, the scale showed me the number I had initially expected to see: fifteen pounds more. This “reality check” would never have bothered me, if not for the miscalculation the moment before. In comparison to that deceiving number, reality seemed much less friendly.

         After a few minutes had passed, my frustration ebbed and I got to thinking. Why does the visual of seeing a particular number flash before my eyes prior to seeing my actual weight have such a strong, psychological impact? Clearly, seeing a silly number had more power over my self-perception than I thought. Eager to shed this unhealthy affliction, I thought of step one away from my scale-psychosis, and towards actual wellness: going for a run. So that is just what I did, I got my feet into running shoes, and my butt out the door. It felt great. Today I went for another run, and I’m resolute on making it routine. Being tricked by the scale reminded me that fixation on numbers can do you no good, while making sure that you feel good through exercise can and will.