birdface did his usual song and dance trying to talk to my fingernails as I read on the couch. I felt something wet and looked down thinking he'd simply pooped on me, only to find that he had puked up a small gift of partly digested seed. He looked up at me for approval and recognition for his gracious present. I cooed and thanked him all the while trying to figure out how to discourage him from doing it again. Just when I thought true love had eluded me, it presented it self in slimy form on my fingers. How utterly beautiful.
I've also spent about an hour today reading various things on the internet. A blog I particularly like is called Feminist Review. I really like the philosophy behind this blog: Feminist Review blog believes that all opinions - positive and critical - are valuable and seeks to give voice to communities that remain on the margins. Their mission is to "write reviews from feminist perspectives to explore the world through an anti-oppression lens." (emphasis, mine) Furthermore, they acknowledge and recognize that there are many feminismS. I find that absolutely stunning and attractive. I strongly feel part of the problem faced by feminists today is people's ignorance to the fact that there are so many forms and faces of feminism. Women's liberation movements have been plural rather than a singular. Overlooking that fact, is to overlook the intricacy of feminist history and devaluing experiences of those outside of the mainstream, upper/middle class, white, heterosexual, western woman. While most of the time I just peruse and appreciate the site and the critical eyes examining the presented work, today I was particularly struck by a book review. Girls in Trucks, by Katie Crouch, is a novel (thanks to Feminist Review) that I probably would have otherwise overlooked and denounced as part of the ever popular and insulting "Chick Lit" genre. Instead, I clicked over to Amazon and immediately ordered it. I try not to be so impulsive about my book purchases, after all, I have a mountain of books awaiting me already on my bookshelf, nightstand, and all other available flat surfaces. Was it the review, the plot description, or my hormone levels at that particular moment which caused me to do this? Who knows. I'll be sure to keep you posted on my thoughts and opinions of the book once I actually read it. In the meantime, I suggest 1.) Checking out Feminist Review, and 2.) brushing up on your feminist history... and not just the popularly presented "women's history", but the less known histories. (e.g. Chicana feminism, Womanism, ecofeminism, lesbian feminism, radical feminism, socialist feminism... get the idea).