This past weekend, I finally purchased a copy of Roxane Gay’s Bad Feminist. I’ve been in love with this book for nearly two years, but I was not sure if I wanted to buy it. On Sunday I gave in.
So, in no specific order, here are the reasons I re-read Bad Feminist…
• Bad Feminist is this generation’s The Feminine Mystique. Just like Betty Friedan’s now classic book asked our grandmothers to ask themselves hard questions, this book asks our generation to ask hard questions.
• Ms. Gay makes no apologies for who she is and what she believes in.
• She is not afraid to reveal her imperfections to the readers.
• She does not tolerate b*llsh*t, especially from members of the male sex who think they know more than she does.
• Her twitter feed is awesome and never dull.
• She is not afraid to call out the chinks in the armor of the feminist movement: the limited visibility of women of color, the limited visibility of LGBTQ women and other women who are doubly or triply stigmatized for their race, sex, sexual preference, etc.
• She would rather be a bad feminist than not be a feminist at all.
And those are the reasons why I re-read Bad Feminist.
Yesterday, the world was rocked by news. It was not an earthquake, it was not the assassination of a politician and it was certainly not a major financial meltdown that could impact the economy and millions of jobs.
It was a divorce. Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, aka Brangelina are divorcing.
Am I the only one who sees that this is non-news? It’s a divorce, couples divorcing is not news and not front page worthy (well, that depends on which newspaper you read. I read the New York Post, it was a questionable cover to say the least).
It is sad? Yes, divorce is sad and heartbreaking. But is also part of every day life.
Am I sorry that it happened? Of course. I can only hope the soon to be former Mr. and Mrs. Pitt can be amicable and mature, especially when it comes to their children.
But I wish the media would focus on what is really important and not another Hollywood divorce.
This year, Beauty and The Beast turns 25.
To celebrate this remarkable film’s anniversary, Angela Lansbury sang the title song for a live audience.
I got chills watching the video.
There is something about this film, this narrative and the characters that inhabited this world that ingrained itself into my former child self a quarter of a century ago.
It does not matter how old I get or where I go in life, I adore this movie and I feel old knowing that this film is 25.
Perhaps this is a reason to pop in my DVD once more and re-inhabit, if only for a short time, my former child self?