Social media can be an amazing place to connect with people on any topic you want. It’s how I find my favorite vegan recipes, feel like a fitness expert with YouTube workouts and most importantly connect with a beautiful group of online badass feminists that give me hope for tomorrow. But of course, it’s not all rainbows and unicorns. It seems that for every post celebrating, respecting, appreciating, and listening to women there are twice as many body-shaming, victim-blaming, and trolling just to make their presence known.
Over the past week-end I had the extreme honor of marching in the Women’s March on Washington. A bus of 51 people drove from Saint Cloud, Minnesota to Washington D.C. and back all in 58 hours. It was truly one of the most incredible experiences of my life. I have notes jotted on the corners of my notebook, quotes that I ferociously tried to type during the day on my phone, and a tornado of feelings within me that I knew I needed to share with all of you.
That fact alone reminded me that I was not alone. The last few months have tested my faith in humanity but the connections I made on Saturday rekindled my passion. After 10 hours of marching and rallying I got back on the bus feeling stronger than ever. It reminded me why I fight and reminded me that we have so much to do.
Because we are not done. For so many reasons we are not done.
Happy Birthday Vera Weisbord!
Vera Weisbord, born August 19th, 1895 in Forestville, Connecticut. Living in poverty in New York Weisbord experienced hardships early on in life. Despite that she was Valedictorian at Hunger High School and went on to attend Hunter College where she win three first prizes in French competitions among colleges all across the USA and Canada.
Aww periods. The beautiful monthly moment that is a mix of emotions. First there’s excitement knowing you successfully avoided pregnancy another month in a row, but for me the excitement quickly fades as I begin to worry that the pain I am experiencing can only be explained by the fact that my uterus is slowly falling out of my body.
Let us start this post with a few questions. For those of you wearing makeup right now- why are you wearing it? Is it because you woke up this morning and your first thought was “I cannot wait to be creative with my makeup today?” Is it “ugh shit I look tired I better spruce things up?” Somewhere in between those two thoughts maybe? Are you putting it on for you or is it so the people around you think you are performing your role as a put together human correctly?
This is by no means to shame those of you who wear makeup or use any beauty/body products – it is to start a conversation about why.
Happy Birthday Belva Lockwood!
On October 24th, 1830 Belva Ann Bennet was born in Royalton, New York. When she was a teenager Belva married Uriah McNall, together they had one daughter. Unfortunately, shortly after their marriage McNall passed away. She quickly became the only provider for her and her daughter, Lura. Belva worked as a teacher to support her family but also wanted to continue on with her education, graduating with a bachelor’s degree in science in 1857 from Genessee College.