10. 02. 14. 12:34 pm ♥ 1

And yet, she thought, how strangely abandoned she felt because he had needed to be on time. There was something so distancing about that. She thought of Tazo, and how Tazo made appointments she did not always keep, or showed up ten minutes late but then stayed back late because their emotions needed to ‘be spilled out’ and they did not spill out neatly; they did not spill out according to the clock’s time.

One of my favorite parts of a friend’s short, but six-part, story. This part is here. It’s pretty much how I feel about people, and time, and the messiness of being a person. And how so much of this messiness really must, at least sometimes, be ordered for the sake of being larger, but still very human goals. There’s the challenge. 

09. 29. 14. 05:39 am ♥ 1

Thank you, Lalon (c/o Sumi & Baul Shafi Mondol), for giving me exactly what I needed to hear today. :)

09. 29. 14. 02:00 am ♥ 1
A man’s life or limb does not become less worthy of compensation under the law because he has come upon the land without permission, or with permission but without a business purpose.
Should be obvious, but sometimes it’s a breath of relief when these judicial options actually sound morally sound. Too bad this was a case of a freaking broken tap cutting someone’s hand, and not the one where someone bled out to death on the sidewalk *while the paramedics stood by*, without liability…
09. 27. 14. 06:01 am ♥ 1

Not to be all biological determinist, but….AHAHAHAHAHA. 

Also, younger siblings (or, you know, older siblings) may want to read this, about Das Racist ( :’( ), by Hari K. Excerpt: “My little brother, who read almost all the books from my undergraduate career at Bowdoin College in three months…” because you know, I wouldn’t know what that’s like. ;)

09. 25. 14. 12:15 pm ♥ 25241


The Best Of Twitter’s #MuslimApologies

If you believe what what some (at best misinformed, at worst bigoted) people say, Muslims have a lot to answer for.

For more #MuslimApologies go here.


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09. 24. 14. 01:16 pm ♥ 2

We deserve some torte

Unclear if it’s worse to (a) have a case that’s just open to rampantly racist interpretation, (b) listen to someone make up a “fact” for that case in class as they present when the fact was not in the case but in their heads, based on their assumptions about the parties involved, or (c) read another classmate (not the one referenced in b, even!) subsequently post a thinly-veiled racist comment about said case on Facebook. 

It’s been a fun day, folks. 

09. 22. 14. 02:00 am
However, one was rejected by New York’s transport authority, for fear it would be seen as a call to violence against Jews.

This was the only one that was rejected (article here). The hateful, violence-promoting, ads that would harm Muslims, or anyone perceived to be Muslim, however, may run.

Disgusting. Especially given hate crimes like this, where we see the most direct links between inciting hatred and fear in the way much mainstream media seems to do, or that these ads explicitly do, and violent acts. I cannot believe these ads will run.

(This is pretty much the same but a ny news source instead.)

09. 16. 14. 01:43 pm ♥ 111005



Some pictures from the rally today at Columbia. So much wonderful support for my sister and I! Emma and I are truly grateful to everyone who came, and everyone who was there in spirit.

Emma, you are such a fierce source of inspiration. Solidarity, sister <3

Where did I learn to put words to many of the things that made me angry, that scared me, and they I didn’t know how to respond to? Where did I find a community of activists and big-hearted women (and, to a fair extent, men) with huge hearts and terrifically sharp brains? This place. It sucks that Emma - that anyone - had to go through this. And that the admin took so long to respond. But clearly, finally, it’s not just people at the crisis center or an annual rally speaking out. Power to her. And to all the students standing with her.

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09. 29. 14. 02:58 pm ♥ 446


“I will have an undergraduate class, let’s say a young white male student, politically-correct, who will say: ‘I am only a bourgeois white male, I can’t speak.’ …I say to them: ‘Why not develop a certain degree of rage against the history that has written such an abject script for you that you are silenced?’ Then you begin to investigate what it is that silences you, rather than take this very determinist position - since my skin colour is this, since my sex is this, I cannot speak… From this position, then, I say you will of course not speak in the same way about the Third World material, but if you make it your task not only to learn what is going on there through language, through specific programmes of study, but also at the same time through a historical critique of your position as the investigating person, then you will have earned the right to criticize, you be heard. When you take the position of not doing your homework - ‘I will not criticize because of my accident of birth, the historical accident’ - that is the much more pernicious position.”

— Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak (via silencedohood)

I love it — I want to read this, and re-read it, then put it aside for a moment and read it again to remind myself of what she’s saying. It is, frankly, a more productive position that what I’d heard to be the case in various classes, and also a productive position for me. “Do your homework, don’t just roll over and give up!” 

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09. 29. 14. 05:30 am ♥ 2

You Are the Penultimate Love of My Life (Rebecca Hazelton)

I want to spend a lot but not all of my years with you.
We’ll talk about kids
                              but make plans to travel.
I will remember your eyes
                              as green when they were gray.
Our dogs will be named For Now and Mostly.
               Sex will be good but next door’s will sound better.
There will be small things.
I will pick up your damp towel from the bed,
                                                            and then I won’t.
I won’t be as hot as I was
                              when I wasn’t yours
and your hairline now so
When we pull up alongside a cattle car
                              and hear the frightened lows,
                              I will silently judge you
                              for not immediately renouncing meat.
You will bring me wine
                              and notice how much I drink.

                                              The garden you plant and I plant
                              is tunneled through by voles,
                                                             the vowels
                                                             we speak aren’t vows,
               but there’s something
                              holding me here, for now,
               like your eyes, which I suppose
                                                             are brown, after all.
09. 27. 14. 01:14 pm
It was, he says, an intensity of passion such as to startle the world, and perhaps for that very reason, it was fated to be brief.
The Tale of Genji
09. 27. 14. 01:07 am

Some light reflections on #muslimapologies, and one tweet

I started my day going through the full list of #muslimapologies on twitter yesterday, and they made my week…until I got to the tweet about how Southasians are jumping on the bandwagon like they invented some of these things when, in fact, it was Arabs and Persians. 

That soured things. Especially in the context of this city/university, where I’m already feeling a little weird (even as this is the FIRST TIME I know TWO Southasian-American professors, am taking a class with one, and will hopefully be taking one with the other, because it’s pretty much what I’m in law school to learn about). 

Here’s why this troubled me: what I have always appreciated about Islam, what I love about Islam, in the ways that I have known it best, is the inclusiveness within the faith. We can argue, or discuss, of course, about what gender means in the context of the faith, of how people understand and enact different forms of hierarchy and power (…all of which exist in other faiths, too, but you don’t usually see people outside the faith up in hateful/ignorant arms about gender and Judaism…). But this argument has two sides. And even if it’s “equality among men” and then “equality among women” and “different but equal”, this is a hell of a lot more than what the religion I was born into provides for, especially in its most orthodox forms. What, or where, is the significance of the ummah, if the successes of one Muslim can’t be celebrated by another? At the end of the day, and particularly in the context of this hashtag, isn’t this about a context in which all Muslims are made to feel a burden? What is the purpose of a faith community, if it’s going to be split in this way?

In another, but related vein, it also made me sad because of how I think at least some (…I’m clearly being conservative here…and generous…) in the middle east, and the Gulf/Saudi in particular, view Southasians — including Southasian Muslims — as, frankly, inferior. Of course this is (also) a matter of class. But isn’t that part of the point of believing in a God, and a God like this, that you are equal? Perhaps I’m being idealistic. But I think that’s also the point, to be striving for something better than what we are today. Be it for God, for humanity, or for your next door neighbor.  

(Also, if we must, here’s a little link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Indian_inventions_and_discoveries. It’s “India” — which I’m taking to mean modern-day India/Pakistan/Bangladesh — and I haven’t gone through it all yet, but surely some of these count. ;) )

09. 25. 14. 12:14 pm ♥ 1
As I was joking to a friend, it’s the one new year that isn’t celebrated with a holiday in Nepal! This was shared by one of the many Jewish women to shape my life and me, and I really appreciate it. I also value any opportunity for renewal!
Given that it’s the start of Dasain, and how I’d like to celebrate this holiday, I wanted to post it here. Just as collection of thoughts, or a basis for reflection. L’shana tovah!

As I was joking to a friend, it’s the one new year that isn’t celebrated with a holiday in Nepal! This was shared by one of the many Jewish women to shape my life and me, and I really appreciate it. I also value any opportunity for renewal!

Given that it’s the start of Dasain, and how I’d like to celebrate this holiday, I wanted to post it here. Just as collection of thoughts, or a basis for reflection. L’shana tovah!

09. 22. 14. 05:19 am

10 Men Explain Why They Became Gynecologists -- The Cut

Except for the one who was like, “I like being a doctor to the ladies because they listen to me,” I thought this was really cool. I appreciated what the one who was talking about sexualization and medicine said, even as I’m thinking through a bit of a paradox — why I’d prefer a female gynecologist, and why I think that’s it’s important for men to go into ob/gyn work.

09. 20. 14. 01:30 pm ♥ 1

Things I didn’t expect to come across on upworthy, but that’s where I saw it! Basically — racism in the porn industry or, more specifically, how racism guides the decisions of the people who make pornography. No huge surprise, but interesting because of industry input on this clip — and because desire is always interesting (and sometimes disturbing, when it reveals people’s/our most bigoted selves?).

Sidenote: in case you’re a weirdo like me, and the racism factor is, sadly, not so shocking here — although it was interesting to hear about how interracial sex is apparently a bigger taboo at the time this video was made? unless I misunderstood? — but the 2% figure made you curious, a few links to African-American demographics by city and state.