The Chess Game of Love - Always Black and White?

At the end of the day, why does it always seem that men and women are so extremely different in the chess game that is love? I completely agree on the theory of men and women being two different creatures. Black vs. white. However, I have to believe each of us are actually a shade in between.
No one can see things through your eyes, no matter their sex. So what is it then?

What is it we need to see gray? 

Having Ovaries Does Not Make You My Sister...Or Classy

Once told that I am a feminist many stop seeing me as an individual, but instead as a part of a stereotyped group. Part of that stereotype is assuming I am a man hater, or anti-relationship, or.. well basically any "anti" there is. The idea that feminists hate men is laughable. Personally, there are a lot of women I would rather spend my time hating than men.
All women don't think similarly. Thus is the greatness of being an American. However, I stumbled upon one quote while reading "Full Frontal Feminism" by Jessica Valenti. In response to an article, one woman writes:

"I'll call myself a feminist when the fat, mannish dykes who do run around calling themselves 'feminist' very loudly ... Ovaries only make you female, they do not make you a woman, and I am a woman. In other words, I will call myself a feminist when those manabees are as proud of and joyful in their womanhood as I am in mine ... Until then, fuck off and take your hairy legs with you." *

Personally, my favorite part was the use of the word 'manabee', and that she thinks feminists arent proud to be women. Again, all women are not the same. But I do have to say that I have not met one feminist who is not proud to be a woman. In fact... I feel like that might be one of the basic requirements.

Food for thought - are we really the ones that are "anti" everything?

*Post in response to Rebecca Traister's "The F-Word." Found online at: www.sabreean.com/?p=10
As read in Velenti's "Full Frontal Feminism"

The Day Your Ipod Fails You

Here's to the day you have to push next 100 times before a song you actually want to hear comes on. The day you spend 30 minutes trying to find something to wear, and then spill coffee on yourself. The day your coworkers forget to check their emotions/attitudes at the door.When you wake up with an overwhelming icky feeling and carry it the rest of the afternoon.
It's ok to not be ok. Ok to be pissed off at nothing in particular. Ok to get on your blog and bitch at the world.
Here's to bad days, pissy people, and the right to complain.

The Neck that Turns the Head

Growing up, my aunt Patricia (God Bless Her) always told me the husband was the head of the family. But the wife was the neck that turns the head.
If this is true, isn't it just sad for everyone? If you happen to be the "head" of the family, it's a bit degrading to say you need someone to turn you in the right direction. What power does the head of the family really have if you need someone else to show you which way to go.
And if you are the neck, well then you just don't have the brains to think for yourself do you?
I'm all about working together in a relationship. In fact, that is the only way to function properly. But if you are lacking the brains to think for yourself, or you need someone else to direct you through your life, well then you are kind of screwed.
Why isn't it possible to have both your neck and head in tact, on your own body, by yourself?

Tell Em Little Sweetness!

The Deception that is Country Music

"Cowboy take me away, Fly this girl as high as you can”, “How do I live without you, How do I breathe without you”, “Cause I believe she deserves it, My Woman, My Woman, My Wife”.

Country music paints a pretty picture. But is it creating expectations too great? Most of us will never have a relationship that lives up to the standards of Randy Travis. If you do, fantastic. If not, you are a human. I, myself am a fan of country music. But after listening to my favorite Sara Evans album, I’m left wondering what toll these lyrics may take on the female psyche.

                In a quick search I was unable to find articles related to this topic. Or for that matter, the impact of any genre of love songs in regards to relationship expectations. Attention students: possible thesis topic? I think so.

                I would love to have the answers to these probing questions, just as I would love to live in a country song. However, I happen to fall under the human category.

Welcome Note

Welcome from the editor/producer/photographer/ whatever-er (me.) Im Amanda. I shave my legs, spend far too much at MAC stores, and look forward to new spring dresses all year. Shit, I even exfoliate. And Im also a feminist. The typical hairy stinky hippie-fem movement from the 70’s still exists somewhere, Im sure. But I am part of a group referred to as third-wave feminists. This blog will serve as an analysis of current phenomena in relation to fem ideals. Too scholarly? It doesn’t take smacking a textbook over someone’s head to get my point across.

                On top of writing some delicious brain food, I will use this platform to freely rant without the fear of getting fired (they don’t take too kindly to ‘shut the fuck up’ around the office). My point is this: my nail polish chips just the same as the rest of you. But I am hoping my writing will bring to light some of the interesting topics we let slip by us every day… with my spin of course. Because at the end of the day, it’s my blog bitches :)