I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
Currently thinking about ways I could phone the university and tell them I got hit by a monster truck and am unable to teach today.
Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virile. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched.
Bus stop installation invites passersby to “shed their weight problem” by turning in their fashion magazines.
Another great example of how organizations can creatively push back against the harmful messages spread by corporations for profit. See more examples of resistance to mainstream advertising here.
So today I was teaching in one of my classes and I asked the students a question and nobody was answering so I started singing in my head “do you want to build a snowmaaaaan, it doesn’t have to be a snooowmaaan” and then i started choking from laughter.