Empowerment, Victim Blaming, and Feminist Models of Self-Defense
Sometime in 1988, I found my way to a bare-bones studio over a discount store in Brooklyn and the practice of empowerment-model self-defense. I was a women’s studies undergrad at the time and—although I didn’t yet identify as such—a survivor of sexual trauma. Falling in with that sweaty group of feminists saved my life.
Self-defense was feminist theory come to life. An embodied practice, it introduced me to physical and emotional power—my own, and that of other women. It invited me to diverse community, to learn from and alongside women whose backgrounds were different from my own but who shared a common vision: a world free of violence and oppression.
At age 39, Ariel Gore, Publisher and Editor-in-Chief of Hip Mama Magazine, and author of The Hip Mama Survival Guide, found her life uprooted when she took on the role of caregiver of her Joan Crawford-esque mother, who was dying from stage four cancer.
The resulting memoir, The End of Eve, is a darkly comedic exploration of the tenuous nature of family ties. It has been described as “Terms of Endearment meets Whatever Happened to Baby Jane.” Liz Baudler chatted with Gore about how the experience upturned her daily existence and stretched her in ways both terrifying and ridiculous.
Ah Anal Sex, the subject of so much fear, interest, excitement, and questions; the “butt” of many jokes and the source of lots of anxiety. For some, it is a nice thing they do for their partner, for others, it is something they work hard to avoid and for many, it is a whole buttload of fun.
I get it, anal sex is a big fat turn off for many folks and that is cool, but butt action is also an activity that more and more folks are engaging in or curious about, so for those whose interest may be piqued, I’m going to share with you some tricks and techniques for making it awesome.
A Fat Marathoner Overcomes Her Biggest Obstacle: Other People’s Prejudice
I am neither a runner nor a morning person, so how was it that I found myself shivering outside at ass o’clock on a December morning, with a threat of rain looming, listening to The Mighty Mighty Bosstones blasting over loud speakers, waiting, with anxious excitement, at the starting line of the Seattle Marathon? To understand how I got there, we need to back up.
We Did It So You Don’t Have To: Couch to 5K
I was a soccer player in early high school, until a bad knee sprain put me out of commission and away from sports for about eight years. More recently, I’d begun biking to and from work every day, and, because I live in a city, I walk to most places in my neighborhood. But even though I talked a good game, saying I’d start running “next summer,” “next summer,” “next summer,” deep down, I never seriously thought I’d be a runner. And then my Ms. Fit boss, Kathie, asked me to review the Couch to 5K app by Active.