MGMT - Kids
It's been in my head this weekend, which has been OK. As you play it, you should imagine me in Seoul this Saturday night, dancing at a little bar in Sinchon with an eclectic but somehow coherent group of cool people.
Too Sexy #2-7, The Ubyssey, 2010. Some friends of mine have a sex-advice column in the UBC student newspaper. In the latest column, one speaks openly about her choice to have an abortion. As she says:
But that politicization also dichotomizes it, and in some ways prevents people who’ve had this experience from talking about it honestly. You either have to pretend you have no regrets so that the pro-choice camp will accept you, or you have to be totally ashamed so that the “pro-lifers” (I hate that term) won’t reject you.I find her openness brave and inspiring.
The truth is somewhere in the middle, as it almost always is. It’s a small wonder that most people choose to stay silent about it altogether; it’s also a small wonder that although one in three Canadian women have had an abortion, I don’t know any of them. At least, I don’t know that I know any of them, because no one talks about their abortion.
But I wanted to talk about it.
The Unrepentant Whore - The Walrus, 2010. A profile of Jamie Lee Hamilton, a Vancouver activist. I had heard of her before, but this piece was illuminating and fascinating. From the profile:
If missing women are silenced women, Hamilton has made it her mission to be fully present and accounted for. An aboriginal, transsexual sex worker from one of the country’s poorest neighbourhoods, she’s a kind of activist polyglot, able to speak with whatever voice best suits the situation. She presents as insistently at ease, adding “dear” and “honey” to her sentences like dollops of crème fraîche. Still, mention her name, and journalists, politicos, and armchair commentators turtle in their heads with alternating fear and exasperation: she’s infamous for her public and embarrassing arguments with anyone who crosses her.
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