on my first day of college, i saw this punk girl with a curly mohawk sweatin it out in a wool blazer with a big pin on it. i walked over and said “nice pin” as we filed into the gym for an opening address. 7 years later, she’s just ordered my “tough guys and tougher girls” pin set. very flattered and happy to come full circle.
I’m a 17 year old white guy living in middle class America. I’ve never exactly been a supporter of feminism because that kind of thing has never really affected me personally. I don’t notice it and I don’t care about it. But in nine minutes this video has made what is truly a serious problem extremely apparent. Those “why I need feminism” posts or those slut-shaming or rape culture campaigns never convince me of anything. But this video actually did I think.
tl;dr This video kicks ass, just watch it.
Stop what you’re doing and watch this
I wish I could delete that dudes comment but uhh.
This is worth watching, but I’m dubious about stuff like this that barely mention race in passing and don’t mention the trans* community even the slightest bit.
There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
this performance deserves to be experienced in whole (rather than gifs)
This was performed at Barnard just a week ago? I wish I could have been there to hear this. The part that goes, “I wasn’t sure if I was sad, but I cried anyway / Girls like me are supposed to cry over boys who look like him / I’ve seen all the movies, I’ve read all the books / We were just following the plot.”
the picking on Cho Chang doesn’t make sense at all. this name is normal.陳周just not a common name for girls. and Hogwarts is in England. Maybe there is a magic school in Asia but J.K Rowling just didn’t know.
You’re making excuses for racist ignorance. England has a shit ton of POCs and is 8% Asian. The poet of this piece is not “picking on Cho Chang,” she’s pointing out the glaring flaws in her character which Rowling made into a complete caricature of Chinese women. Nostalgic attachment to childhood fantasies be damned, it’s pretty abhorrent and the poet does a brilliant job of pointing that out.