Intimidation

Many men find strong women intimidating. Why? Because men living in a patriarchal society have grown up as the privileged gender. If men feel intimidated by women, it’s simply because they’re insecure about their own masculinity. That’s why men don’t want their attempts to dominate to be questioned. Unable to deal with the confrontation, they often become violent. How many women have been murdered by a man who once told them “I love you”?

Fannie Lou Hamer (1917-1977) was an activist and community organizer. She fought for women’s rights as well as for the rights of Blacks to vote. Born in Mississippi, Fannie gave flavor to her political speeches with quotes from the Bible just to let everyone know that God was on her side.

Fannie did her best to help Black American citizens register to vote. For this, she was harassed and her life threatened. And, after she herself attempted to vote, Fannie was fired from her job and shot at by racists. But she survived.

In 1963, Fannie was with a group of Blacks returning to Mississippi after participating in a South Carolina voter registration workshop. They stopped at a café but were refused service. The police came and arrested the rejected customers. Once in jail, they were beaten with clubs. Fannie was also groped and her dress pulled up to expose her body. Men in the room sneered and rejoiced in trying to humiliate her.

Fannie never fully recovered from the beating but she still insisted on organizing even more voter registration drives. She would not let herself be intimidated. But the stress finally caught up with her. In 1977, Fannie died of hypertension and breast cancer. She was only 59 years old.

“Nobody’s free until everybody’s free.”  Fannie Lou Hamer

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Related:

Eudora Welty (1909-2001) (re: Medgar Evers) +

Voting Rights Act of 1965 +

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The Swamp Within

Lately I’ve been feeling puffy and stiff. Someone told me it was because, inside of me, I was carrying around my own little swamp. All those stagnant fluids were slowing me down and needed to be drained.

One solution is a lymphatic massage that gently manipulates specific areas to eliminate excess fluid build up thus eliminating related inflammation as well. But, for a massage, you need a masseur and money to pay him. Otherwise, it’s all about your own physical movement.

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The best movements for drainage include arm swings and overhead reaches as the motion can help drain armpit lymph nodes.

Motion is medicine but deep breathing and hydration are also important. Pole dancing also helps. Or so I’ve been told.

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Related: Sufi Spin + Dancing in Finland +

And thank you Laura for this link! How To Perform a Lymphatic Drainage Self-Massage

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Introspection

Marco Aurelio wrote to himself that “all is as thinking makes it so.” Every time you repeat a thought, you help create a neurological pathway in your mind. With enough repetition, you can turn a lane into a boulevard. But just where does that boulevard lead to?

Do we excessively think about the wrong things, about things that take us nowhere? Are we trapped in a cul de sac that doesn’t permit options to be explored? Should we take our thoughts on The Tour of Other Possibilities?

Ideals give us a direction and, without direction, it’s easy to get lost.

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Related:

Marcus Aurelius writes to himself + Marcus Aurelius (121 AD – 180 AD)

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Manzioni’s Terracotta

“The Betrothed” (“I promessi sposi”) by Alessandro Manzoni is the hero of Italian literature. Set in 1628 when Milan was under Spanish Hapsburg rule, it’s a love story describing the struggles that Lucia and Renzo must go thru just to be together. Although plans for their wedding had been made, they were cancelled because don Abbondio, the priest who was to perform the ceremony, chickened out. A powerful local baron had prohibited the priest from marrying them.

In the first chapter of “The Betrothed”,  Don Abbondio is described as weak of character. Abbondio knew the society that he lived in was full of ruthless and powerful men who he couldn’t compete with. So, writes Manzoni, the priest saw himself “like a terracotta vessel, compelled to travel crowed together with a host of iron jars.”

It’s easy to see this image in one’s mind—one lonely terracotta vase surrounded by numerous iron jugs. And it’s also easy to understand how being in such a situation could heavily influence one’s perception of their own fragility. While travelling, the truck hits a bump in the road causing an iron jug to fall against the terracotta vase. As a result, the vase cracks. Unfortunately, the road’s bumpy and the jugs surrounding the terracotta vase kept knocking up against it until the crack gets so big that the terracotta vase splits into two.

It had not been the intention of the iron jugs to destroy the terracotta vase. But that’s what power often does—it destroys whether or not it wants to.

It’s easy to become a coward when you feel powerless.

Carlo Emilio Gadda had a particular adoration for Alessandro Manzoni. When he was nearing death, Gadda asked his friend Pietro Citati to read the 8th chapter of “Promessi sposi” to him. In this chapter, Renzo and Lucia present themselves as man and wife even though they are not married.

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Related:

Gadda’s Mess + Pietro Citati & Cristina Campo +

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Going Green

The TV set was on when she appeared. Her face was stiff, mechanical, artificial. Her attitude was arrogant and unlikeable. So much so that someone in the crowd yelled at her to go back to where she came from. That’s when she exploded. She yelled so much that her skin kept stretching to make room for her ever-enlarging mouth. When it could stretch no more, it ripped exposing the green below. That’s when I knew that she was a reptilian. That’s when I knew I had to take precautions.

If the best way to fight fire is with fire, then the best way to fight a lizard is as a lizard. So the next morning I went shopping for a lizard mask. It wasn’t an easy task as there were so many kinds of lizards to choose from. Plus, Lizard Green doesn’t match well with my existing wardrobe. Nevertheless, it was a matter of survival and had to be done.

After carefully selecting a mask, I put it on and hit the streets not knowing what to expect. Most people walked by as if I didn’t exist. A few small children looked at me then tightly held on to their parents. Some even shrieked.  Then there were those men in black who looked at me with suspicion…

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Related:

Jim Morrison’s advice to women + Alien Encounter +

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