Elizabeth Holmes
Andrea Circle Bear
Diana Sanchez
If your feminism doesn’t acknowledge how gender based oppression is compounded with racial subjugation, then equality is not what you’re really about. That’s all.
That’s all, that’s the whole post.
For Messy Girls
“Then of course there’s the gender piece of the way that I was shamed for just living in chaos all the time. Because there is this idea, and this is why I’m such a good feminist, because I’m such a bad woman, there’s this idea that if you’re a girl, if you’re a woman, you’re just naturally tidy.” – Kimberly N. Foster
Check out her full video here:
I got dragged on Twitter because I’m a hoarder. Let’s discuss it.
Thinking of Amanda today
It’s now a year on since the Covid-19 pandemic shut down major cities in China, and that same pandemic & its tandem economic downturn has led to a lot of talk about Medicare for All and cancelling student loan debts during this past election cycle and in the middle of our transition into a different White House administration. I think my sister would have been very glad to hear these stirrings. For one so burdened by how broken our educational and healthcare systems are, I imagine news these days might be very exciting. Thinking about what a phone call might be like, I can almost hear her voice again.
The Truth in Black and White: An Apology from the Kansas City Star
So yesterday the Kansas City Star shared a monumental piece, the first of many they hope. This is how it began:
Today we are telling the story of a powerful local business that has done wrong.
For 140 years, it has been one of the most influential forces in shaping Kansas City and the region. And yet for much of its early history — through sins of both commission and omission — it disenfranchised, ignored and scorned generations of Black Kansas Citians. It reinforced Jim Crow laws and redlining. Decade after early decade it robbed an entire community of opportunity, dignity, justice and recognition.
That business is The Kansas City Star.
4 Years.
Today makes year 4 since my sister Amanda (the OG Dr. Wise Money) committed suicide.
Today I’ve made my bed, put away laundry, organized my spare closet, and taken a bath.
Later I’m going to paint my nails for the first time since at least March, maybe last year. And I’m going to sip on rare whiskeys we’ve been gifted in the past. These bottles have sat unopened year after year because I keep waiting for the truly worthy occasion when opening them wouldn’t feel like “waste.”
That’s how I am. Cautious, inward, slow-moving. To me Amanda always seemed like she was rushing everywhere, bursting at the seams, explosive. Her conversation, her laugh, her temper– I mostly found her excited and exhausting. I’ve despaired over the seemingly irreconcilable gap between our spaces and our paces. But now there’s nothing left but to make peace with the void where she had been.
And life can only be as good as you’re willing to make it– so nails and whiskey it is! In honor of my sister who was always a brighter, more vibrant character, I’m living today a little more bold, a little more colorful– a little more in her spirit.