It's been almost a year since this site launched. It's transformed and reinvented itself a few times and as much as I have wanted it be the mistress of the ship, in many ways, I have been more the creative servant of it's need to create impact. When I speak of impact, I think of not only sustainability, eco sheets, fair trade clothing and whole foods, I think of the intersectionality of feminism, economics, race, gender equality...shall I go on? Our resident essayist, Katharine Ransom offers another example of how these big issues are already injected in how we perceive our lifestyles based and how maybe those perceptions (and the social values that accompany them) experience a transformation too.
The Feminist Economics journal is the publication of the International Association for Feminist Economics (IAFFE). The journal was founded by Diana Strassman, the Carolyn and Fred McManis Distinguished Professor of Humanities at Rice University. It is co-edited by Günseli Berik, Economics Professor at the University of Utah. The journal is interdisciplinary and has an international audience: it’s associate editors and editorial board come from 20 countries. The journal produces 4 publications per year, which include introductions, articles, and book reviews. The journal seems to revolve around 6 thematic groups: Feminist Theory and Economics, Formal and Informal Labor Markets, Reproductive Sphere, Macroeconomic Context, Income Poverty and Capability Deprivations, LGBTQ Economic Issues, and Land, Agriculture, and Rural Development. Although there are overlaps and cross-cutting themes between the groups, they help the editors of the journal better organize the content submitted.
A woman’s girl friends are her support system. While she might have hundreds of friends on her social media network, she will always turn to her closest allies in times of need and happiness alike. They might not see each other a lot but when they do, it’s like no time has passed at all. Distance never governs how deep a woman’s friendship is with her girls, it’s all about how much they love each other.
However, at times, there may be certain poison pals in your circle, pulling you down. The type who exploits, is needy, craves attention at all times or is the party pooper of the group. The most dangerous ones are the frenemies! The ones who are actually competitors wearing the façade of your best friend. Somebody who’s high-maintenance, keeps pulling you into her pseudo-drama or just enjoys pulling you down.
Like any good parent, I want the best for my daughter. Fortunately for the sake of my wallet and style identity for that matter, I understand that “best” doesn't always mean the newest, biggest, brightest or most expensive. Kim Kardashian may be hand-me down resistant, but when it comes to kids clothes; especially babies, toddlers and littlies, it's chic and smart to share, swap and reuse.
First loves often bud in late high school, or if you were prudent like me, in sophomore year of college. Few loves such as these blossom into something substantial, but this love, the love I have for Isaac continued to grow and has remained deeply rooted and fresh. I must confess that by the look of me en route to the 7-11 on any given Saturday morning no one would ever know that I am a fashionoholic. I groove off the fabric, texture, color, silhouette...the art, concepts and the fantasy. Perhaps its shallow, but it's a means to self-medicating. A great substitute for coffee. Easier to down than tequila. Give me a stack of mags or an hour of fashion TV and I am quite at peace with the world. And then there's Isaac, who always puts me in that happy place.
What started out as a fun hobby changed my entire perception on how I, and my family, can survive the next four years. I first tried kombucha last year during the spring. I was not a fan of traditional kombucha, but did thoroughly enjoy the lemon ginger “sparkling probiotic drink” made by Kevita. Kombucha takes some getting used to; it can be bitter and sour but eventually you adjust to the taste and, hopefully, notice some health improvements. I have been taking probiotics since 2011 when I got food poisoning and my digestive health was subpar for months; they were the only thing that helped long-term. Because I knew how great kombucha was for intestinal and liver health, I slowly decided to give it another try. I’m not sure which flavor I selected, but it was the GTs brand and most likely something like berry or pomegranate. After that, I was hooked.
“Food is the way to a man's heart” always sounded a bit provincial even for this foodie. My response, be it a private thought to myself or an opinionated exclamation aloud, was generally, “ It just sounds like a patriarchal social contract designed to anchor women into cooking for a man and forever being chained to a part-time job as chef because this is supposedly how his love is truly earned and maintained!” During those fits, I was likely taking a feminist ethics class at the time. Or on a diet. Despite my protests, and disgust in the inequitable fact that men dominate professional cooking, I later saw some truth and extreme power potential in that silly old proverb. An unfortunate yet notable result of this mind shift was a) I began to pity men for their overly simplistic emotional psyche and b) once I began to employ this dating tactic, it kinda worked so well that I c) voluntarily chained myself to the stove.
I’m extremely excited about writing this essay to empower women and simply remind women around the world how awesome they are. Women are powerful human beings with a powerful purpose in life. As women we have tremendous value and worth, but sometimes we lose sight of who we are through life circumstances and especially romantic relationships. As a life and relationship coach to women I receive emails from women around the world and desire to address the issue so many women face, especially with Valentine’s Day as the focal point of this month, I don’t want women to continue to perpetuate cycles of broken relationships.
If Santa was a woman, a sustainable mom, or there was a Hanukkah Fairy, under your tree (or Hanukkah bush), you might find a spending allowance for holiday gifts based on a spiritual-mathematical calculation which averaged out the proportion of how much someone really wanted an item and how much joy you’d receive by giving it to them; instead of how much was in your wallet, on your credit card limit or rolled up in Wolford stockings frozen in the back of the fridge.
A few weeks ago, I attended my last class in a meditation series where I entered a state of direct connection to source and obtained a pathway for the near future. I drifted off from the guided meditation and hovered in the divine. I was in my body, and not in my body synchronously. After that experience, my perception shifted. I stopped searching for answers in society or from the voices of others. I found more answers within than I have from “outside”. I suppose I realized that society, specifically Westernized culture, has separated itself from the connection and wisdom that comes from participating in and learning from nature. Recently, I have been craving time in the mountains. I needed to clear my head and find solitude, which I knew I could find in the wilderness. After my meditation experience, I have been feeling my way through decisions instead of intellectualizing them. I can research and plan with the best intentions, and I will work very hard to achieve those goals, though they might make me miserable in the end.