Monday Snax

Well, I don’t have any pictures from this weekend because I’m stupid.

Here’s the story. We went down to Winston-Salem for Allan and Abby’s beautiful wedding this weekend. On the way down, we stopped at Subway just outside of Lynchburg for lunch. I proceeded to leave my purse (containing my wallet, keys, cell phone, camera, and a library book) at said Subway — and did not realize I had done so until we were 2.5 hours away. Commence many tears, panicky declarations, frantic calls, et hoc genus omne.

All this to say: I have the good employees of the Rustburg, Virginia, Subway and my brother-in-law to thank. Win, who has a heart of gold, woke up at 7 on Sunday morning and drove 1.5 hours to this hole-in-the-wall spot to retrieve my purse and take it back home for me. He definitely receives the Best Brother-in-Law of the Year Award and I am forever indebted to him. I think I owe him my first child or something like that.

ANYWAY. Aside from me being totally stupid, we had a nice weekend. It was great to see old friends from UNC and get to party with them at this lovely wedding. Whew. I still feel exhausted from the whole weekend right now; we got in last night around midnight. It may take me a while to function like a human again.

A few Snax with a lot of caffeine:

How Much Do Interns Earn? Having worked as an unpaid publications intern before, all I can add is a hearty AMEN to this article. It’s a crime. (Full Stop)

Beauty, Islamic Feminism, and Choice. I really appreciated reading this post, especially after having read Half the Sky, which does not paint a pretty picture of the way women are treated in Islamic countries. The author, a self-described “Muslim feminist,” writes about what it means to have choice and be an empowered, beautiful woman in Islamic culture. (The Beheld)

Lauren Lancaster’s United Arab Emirates. A haunting and fascinating collection of photographs of the UAE from New Yorker photographer Lauren Lancaster. (Photo Booth, the New Yorker)

“Where the Children Sleep:” A Round-the-World Tour of Children’s Bedrooms. I feel like I’ve seen this photo project before, but I don’t really care, because it’s always extremely fascinating. The disparities are numbing. (The Atlantic)

Language Mystery: When Did Americans Stop Sounding This Way? We watched a lot of films on Turner Classic Movies growing up, and I’ve always wanted to know the answer to this question. Why did American actors in the 1930s and 1940s speak in that stilted, quasi-British way? The Atlantic has the answer. (The Atlantic Monthly)

Paintings by Morgan Allender. Dark, lush, floral. I like. (ii ne, kore)

A Heart So White. I’m still six years old at heart: I will always be enchanted by photographs of white horses. (Eye Poetry)

Wales, Circa 1880, in Color. I wonder if Wales still looks this magical today. (How to Be a Retronaut)

Keep It In Your Pants: Smartphone Etiquette at Every Age. A guide on how to not be a total jerk with your iPhone, Crackberry, etc. (Also, is “smartphone” one word now? I hate that.) (Good)

More than biology

I just processed a submission to our academic journal from a professor at the University of Colorado at Denver. He used Wikipedia as a source. Come on, dude. Do you want people to take you seriously? Or maybe he’s not entirely to blame. Maybe one of his students wrote it and he isn’t a careful proofreader… Either way. Ha-larious.

Guion read his work last night at the weekly MFA reading series that happens at The Bridge. He was a great hit, of course. I was very proud. Whenever I hear him read his work, I am reminded all over again what a truly gifted writer he is. It’s a nice phenomenon. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.

In other news, I can’t WAIT to go home for Thanksgiving! I miss my family so much. This sprawling family-wide e-mail chain that we’ve got going is only compounding my homesickness.

The Feminine Mystique is good, but it’s not exactly exciting to read. I think it would have really rocked my world–as it rocked everyone’s world–in 1963, but in 2010, so many of these observations aren’t true anymore. One critical one being that women now outpace men in receiving both bachelor’s and doctorate degrees. This also means that the problem of women forcing themselves to get married and make babies as soon as possible–thereby forfeiting their intelligence and their identities in the cult of sacred motherhood–is no longer much of an issue anymore. Women get jobs now. They still don’t earn as much as men for the same positions, but they are working. So, there’s that, which is something I’m sure Friedan, were she still alive, would find encouraging.

I think the main thing I’ve learned from The Feminine Mystique is a point that is very subtly laid beneath the text by Friedan. Essentially, it’s this: Women count as human beings, and they count as far more than their mere biological, reproductive capacity. I reject the notion that is especially popular among Christians, that a woman should bear and raise children and do nothing more. Men are allowed to exist and function in the world beyond their mere reproductive function. Why can’t women?