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four ladies in the four corners of the globe.
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ming in ulaanbaatar, mongolia
leora in tel aviv, israel
sunisa in bangkok, thailand
kate in new york, united states

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dwineman:

“You ever think about how in, like, a Tom Hanks movie, everyone lives in a reality in which there’s no such person as Tom Hanks? Because otherwise, people would be mistaking the main character for Tom Hanks all the time? So either Tom Hanks doesn’t exist in the world the movie takes place in, or he does exist but he looks like someone else? I mean, you could have a character break the fourth wall and go ‘Aren’t you the guy from Cast Away? Hey, sign my volleyball!’ or whatever but you can’t really do that in a serious screenplay, so you’re pretty much stuck with that bare minimum level of willing-suspension-of-disbelief before you even get started, unless it’s a period drama or something. And the funny thing is the more famous your star is, the bigger the leap of faith you’re asking the viewer to take when no one in your narrative universe recognizes him, so in a way, paradoxically, great actors undermine their own credibility by their very presence—hey, are you even listening to me? What are you—oh, that’s just Bob. He’s made of bubbles.”

favoritest of favorite new yorker cartoons.

dwineman:

“You ever think about how in, like, a Tom Hanks movie, everyone lives in a reality in which there’s no such person as Tom Hanks? Because otherwise, people would be mistaking the main character for Tom Hanks all the time? So either Tom Hanks doesn’t exist in the world the movie takes place in, or he does exist but he looks like someone else? I mean, you could have a character break the fourth wall and go ‘Aren’t you the guy from Cast Away? Hey, sign my volleyball!’ or whatever but you can’t really do that in a serious screenplay, so you’re pretty much stuck with that bare minimum level of willing-suspension-of-disbelief before you even get started, unless it’s a period drama or something. And the funny thing is the more famous your star is, the bigger the leap of faith you’re asking the viewer to take when no one in your narrative universe recognizes him, so in a way, paradoxically, great actors undermine their own credibility by their very presence—hey, are you even listening to me? What are you—oh, that’s just Bob. He’s made of bubbles.”

favoritest of favorite new yorker cartoons.

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telltaler:

GPOYW

*pop*

telltaler:

GPOYW

*pop*

(Source: telltaler)

Apr
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Steven Colbert’s “Cooking with Feminists” — Colbert cooks an apple pie with Gloria Steinem and Jane Fonda, while discussing women’s media.

Are sugared McIntoshs on Comedy Central a step forward? Hmm. One of my favorite quotes — “I thought women responded well to a strong man who knew what he wanted…can you pass that butter, please?”

-LSF 

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black widows in tel aviv

There is an incredible film festival going on in my city called DocAviv – The Tel Aviv International Documentary Film Festival. Out of the Israeli and Palestinian films showing, nearly all are critical of Israel through some political lens or another – and I’m proud to be a part of any festival that openly supports municipally critical art. The other night I saw a particularly difficult film called “Brides of Allah” in English – although the original Arabic title is “Shahidah” (“Martyr”). The film follows Palestinian women serving time in Israeli prisons for aiding or attempting suicide bombings. In dealing with a subject so deeply emotional to anyone who has even touched the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, the film manages to walks an incredibly fine line of showing the humanity of these woman while certainly not backing down from the frighteningly unapologetic rhetoric that motivates them to stare into the camera, smiling, as they talk about “spraying Jew blood,” across downtown Jerusalem.

The translation of the title is in itself an interesting examination of how films about Palestinians are filtered into a (-even a liberal, left-wing-) Israeli audience. The term “Shahidah” comes originally from the term “Shahidka,” (a term in Russian loosely translated to “Black Widow”) used for female Chechen suicide bombers in 2002. I don’t know where the impetus came from the change the title for this film, but already in the title we’re seeing the strong religious angle on suicide-bombing motivations. “Brides of Allah” carries with it something perversely hopeful, something full of dedication, an image of a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed young woman turning her face to the sky. One woman in the film — who appears as the rebel-of-sorts in the ward due to her lack of allegiance to a terrorist group – insists time and time again that the motivations behind these women’s actions are personal problems in their homes and societies, and that their religio-political ideology simply provides a good excuse for escape. This woman speaks of the deep isolation and scorn she feels from her fellow women because of her refusal to join “an organization” – meaning Hamas or Islamic Jihad. The film poses several other deeply disturbing and unresolved questions throughout, including the question of whether children born to mothers imprisoned should – as is allowed under Israeli law – be allowed to raise their children for two years inside of the prison in order to avoid separating mother and child. Natalie Assouline, the film’s director, is somehow able to gracefully and bluntly place these kind of choices in front of her viewer and leave them there, balancing them on the edge of the question, refusing to push them to one side or another. Though there were plenty of reasons for it, I’m fairly certain the nausea I felt throughout the entire film was rooted here, in that odd and incredibly powerfully dangling of the unanswerable questions in this conflict.

-LSF 

Mar
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this ad is getting some negative press in feminist circles, but i adore it.  you’re damn straight i take my beaver everywhere with me! plus, it’s great to see a feminine product marketing scheme that’s not afraid to say vagina or any derivative thereof.  from their website:

At U by Kotex®, we think it’s high time we all stopped being so damn shy about our vaginas.

yes, kotex, yes it is.

Mar
14th
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post-attack texting, or; Sabra-cizing care

The “feminine” reaction to a suicide bomb is particular. They say lots of things about Israeli women (Sabras are prickly, tough, uninterested in sensitivity — ) but the women around me on the bus look coolly at their cell phones just long enough to make sure no one in danger has text-messaged them the news. The name of the yeshiva that was hit by the sniper gets tossed around a few times in light, quiet voices between stops, tightening the news and balling it in to small, swallow-able chunks. It’s the unspoken rule that mothers will call you within fifteen minutes of a terrorist attack, and if you don’t pick up your phone you’ll begin to be suspected dead. My adopted mothers here even call me, scold me mildly for hanging around downtown Jerusalem, wish me safety, and fade away into the night traffic. The voices are not shrill, their comments deliberate – “just checking,” “I figured, but, “ – no extra emotion wasted. It’s been half an hour since the attack and already we’re managing to put it behind us. The mourning mothers will be considered tomorrow.

-LSF 

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cherry blossoms and uncollected trash in the Palestinian city of Sachnin.

cherry blossoms and uncollected trash in the Palestinian city of Sachnin.