Monthly Archives: February 2013

A very serious trigger warning for graphic depictions of physical abuse. It is for situations like this one that I am so glad the US Senate has decided to re-authorize the Violence Against Women Act.

She was able to leave this man. She was strong enough to resist his cries and pleas of innocence. She was smart enough to get as far away from him as possible. I hope she and her children are safe, loved, and happy. I welcome your thoughts below. Have you ever witnessed something like this?

Thanks, Feminism!

I’ve been thinking a lot about “traditional” femininity, and I’ve come to one conclusion: I really suck at a lot of the things girls are “supposed” to do, and that’s kind of awesome.

I have more colors of eyeshadow and nail polish than anyone really should, but I am hopeless with things like makeup or doing my nails.  I keep thinking “oh, well, maybe if I have the right things, I will magically be able to look all pretty and feminine and girly!”  I subscribe to multiple versions of makeup grab bags, and I have at least 50 different makeup brushes.  I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with most of them.  I can’t do those cool smoky eye looks (or anything that goes beyond wearing one shade of eyeshadow, really, and even then it ends up looking uneven), I end up looking like a clown when I attempt to use powdered blush, and my at-home mani-pedis generally look like a 5 year old went crazy with the nail polish.

I also can’t do anything with my hair that goes beyond a ponytail, half ponytail, braid, or messy bun.  I am adept at washing and drying it, and my at-home touch ups on my hair color are passable.  I have been known to use Pinterest to find cute hairstyles, and then I spend two hours trying to get my thick, straight-as-a-pin hair into a cascading braid, or some other adorable up-do, before I ragequit in utter frustration.  Attempting to curl my hair is just a way for me to completely waste time.  Within 15 minutes that perfect curl is flat again, no matter if I use a curling iron, styling products, or hot rollers.

I am, however, a professional at walking in high heels without looking like I’m about to fall over.

As an adolescent, when I imagine most girls were figuring these things out, I was more interested in figuring out a cure for the profuse sweat that would pour out of my armpits whenever I was talking to a cute boy.  Thank god I was in middle school and high school when it was still acceptable to wear a flannel over your t-shirt, because I would stand there, horrified, as I felt the growing patch of wetness travel down my torso to my waist.  It was like my deodorant would magically evaporate in the presence of a cute boy.   It still does, sometimes.  Now I just carry a spare stick of deodorant in my purse and reapply as needed.

I hate cleaning and doing the laundry.  Right now, there are at least twelve coffee cups in my room, and I can’t be bothered to take them to the kitchen and wash them (sorry, housemates!).  I never make my bed.  I actually hate doing the laundry SO MUCH that I take it all to a wash-and-fold, and pay at least $40 once a month for someone else to do it for me.  Even then, I forget to put it away at least every other month.  I love to cook and bake, but I am terrifically lazy about purchasing ingredients for dinner before the local grocery stores close.

I have realized that the time I could spend on learning these things is better spent doing things like writing my blog or working on my book, reading, or spending time with friends (who could probably teach me about the makeup/nail/hair stuff).

I am fortunate that I live in a place and a forward-thinking culture where I am encouraged to better myself, instead of just looking pretty.  I am so thankful that Fiance doesn’t think my worth as a woman is directly tied to how clean I keep our living space, or having dinner on the table when he comes home from work.  My brain matters more than how I live up to the cultural standards of femininity.  And that’s pretty awesome.

Thanks, feminism, for creating that culture!

Her Name Was Susan Cox Powell

Her name was Susan Cox Powell.

We went to high school together.  Though we didn’t know one another very well, we had a lot of mutual friends.  I remember her as someone who was gracious, intelligent, and kind.  Susan had a beautiful smile.  She disappeared in 2009.  Interviews with Susan’s friends have shown that her relationship with her husband was abusive.  He shoved her, slapped her, wouldn’t allow her to buy groceries for the family, and locked her out of the house.   Her father-in-law had a disturbing obsession with her, and took voyeuristic photographs of her.  Susan left a will in a safe deposit box that said if she disappeared it “wouldn’t be an accident”.

Her sons’ names were Charlie and Braden.

They were taken on an impromptu “camping” trip at 12:30am, in the middle of a snowstorm, by their father, the night that Susan disappeared.  Three years later, Charlie and Braden had started talking about that night.  Braden drew a picture of a car with three occupants, and when he was asked about his drawing, he said “Mommy’s in the trunk”.  One year ago today, they were killed by their father, who took a hatchet to their tiny bodies before setting a fire that would ultimately kill all three.

I am convinced that Susan’s husband killed her.  I am convinced that we will likely never find her, her friends and family will probably never have closure.  I am convinced that we should learn from this, that we should be tireless advocates for those who are abused by their partners.

  • Intimate partner homicides account for 30% of all deaths of women.
  • Everyday, in the US, three women are murdered by their partner.
  • Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women—more than car accidents, muggings, and rapes combined.
  • Every year, more than 3 million children witness domestic violence in their homes.

It is easy to think that you are smarter than a woman in an abusive relationship.  It is easy, to look at the situation, and think “she should have left him”.  In reality, it is incredibly difficult to leave an abusive relationship, especially when you have children.  It is common for abusive partners to use children as a way to get their partner to stay in the abusive relationship.  According to her will, Susan’s husband told her that he would “destroy” her if she tried to leave him.

It is hard to be the friend or family member of someone who is in an abusive relationship.  It is hard not to have those thoughts.  It is hard to watch someone’s personality deteriorate in the face of abuse.  It is hard to be supportive, to lend an ear, to watch your friend or family member walk back into the home they share with their abusive partner.  The National Domestic Violence Hotline has some very helpful tips on how to help a friend or family member who is in an abusive relationship.

Since the National Domestic Violence Hotline was established, domestic violence and intimate partner homicide has taken a drastic downward turn.  The Hotline is funded by the Violence Against Women Act.  The VAWA is currently being debated by our nation’s elected leaders, and it may not be re-authorized.  This would be an unspeakable tragedy.  Please, write to your senator, write to your congressional representative.  Tell them to reauthorize the Violence Against Women Act.

Her name was Susan Cox Powell.

Her sons were Charlie and Braden.

I am burning a candle in their memory today.

I am also emailing my representatives, in their memory, to try and make sure that other women in her situation have the resources necessary to leave abusive relationships.

 

Edit: For those of you who would like a form letter, please see the one I have drafted below.

Dear Senator/Representative/Congresswoman/Congressman   ,

I am writing you today in memory of  Susan Cox Powell, and her sons, Charlie and Braden, to urge you to reauthorize the Violence Against Women Act.

This act provides the funding necessary to assist women who are in domestic violence situations, and since its inception in 1994, the number of domestic violence incidences have decreased dramatically.

Decreasing domestic violence is not a partisan issue.

Sincerely,

Cute Date Ideas for Valentine’s Day!

Oh, Valentine’s Day.  Aside from Christmas, this is the number one holiday fraught with crazy expectations.  You can hardly go into the grocery store or drugstore without being bombarded with cutesy heart-themed items, oversized stuffed animals, and reminders that if you don’t make dinner reservations and spend a lot of money, you don’t REALLY love your significant other. It’s exhausting.  Not everyone has the money to get a dozen red roses, a card, and reservations at that really cute restaurant with the overpriced prix fixe menu; or to spend a bunch of money on makeup, a new dress with accessories, and a cute hairstyle at the salon. So, as a service to you, dear readers, I have scoured the internet for some of the cutest date ideas that don’t cost a ton of money, or ideas to spend the day with other single friends.

If You’re Single And Hanging Out With Other Single Friends:

  • Buy a bunch of pretty but cheap flowers, like carnations, and hand them out to strangers on the street.
  • Go somewhere cheap to eat (like a fast food restaurant), dressed to the nines (do each other’s hair and makeup beforehand), and giggle at the people who give you weird looks.
  • Invite your friends over to your house for a nice dinner.
  • Buy movie theater candy, make some popcorn, and watch a movie that is anti-Valentine’s Day, like My Boyfriend’s Back, or any of the ones mentioned in this article.  My girlfriends and I used to do this!
  • Do a “secret valentine”, similar to a secret santa, and send your friends notes to tell them how much you appreciate them.

If You’re Attached And Don’t Want To Spend A Lot Of Money:

  • Cook dinner at home, and then go out afterwards for cocktails and dessert. (Thanks to Moneycrashers!)
  • Find a local arcade, bring a roll of quarters, and challenge your date to a game of Street Fighter.  If you’re in the SF Bay Area, like me, Musée Mécanique at Fisherman’s Wharf is an excellent choice.
  • Play hooky from work and spend the whole day in bed together.
  • Order a pizza and ask them to put the pepperoni in the shape of a heart.  Have some wine ready, snuggle under a blanket, and watch that movie on your Netflix queue that you’ve always meant to watch.
  • If you live in a city, go to the local park and find a water fountain. Take a bunch of pennies and make wishes one at a time out loud while throwing them in.
  • If it’s too cold, make a picnic inside with hot chocolate. (This one and the water fountain are from Londonlady.)
  • Go on a late night drive.  Find somewhere to stop and get a nice coffee.
  • If you’re following me on Facebook, then you’ve already seen this!  And if you’re not, then you should definitely click that button on the right!

Unusual Date Ideas

Am I missing anything?  What are your plans for Valentine’s Day?

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