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The wounds of the patriarchal enterprise on the American body public are deep and lasting. Once I was home, after a long bus ride, with two connections, and I climbed into my warm bed and turned on the television, still smarting from the dehumanizing and heartless streetscape of bodies and metal fencing. Subsequent to the SOTU, a Congressional committee hearing on Venezuela in which Representative Ilhan Omar from Minnesota questioned a government witness illustrated the prickly and discouraging opposition that women, especially non-white women, face when they speak truth out loud to power. By suspending my own experience into the wings I yielded myself to the rarefied atmosphere of elegance and apparent camaraderie of the bourgeoisie. It was the representation of Hollywood that had beguiled and dazzled me and would continue to do that to the rest of the Oscar viewers around the world. Their insights, felt injustices, their noticing the disenfranchised, helps to bring the margins to the center.

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It was impossible to see anything as the street and pavement was also blocked off with police minding the barrier. It was a kind of bringing home to a new home.

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Bars are loud and the Oscars were not a sports event where action was paramount—you had to hear the words of the presenters to appreciate the Oscars. It felt grossly violating to me that the city treated the tax-paying people who paid for these streets after all, with this level of disregard and indifference. But power also scribes control.

The divergence between the U. Now, the spectrum of people of color was much more noticeable. I remember that the stars used to be overwhelmingly white, and industry standards of beauty were dominated by Caucasian faces. The crowds surged all around in an incredibly jovial and relaxed manner. The long detour had me going north three blocks, around the backside of qnsu Dolby theater, to reach the far side of Hollywood Avenue.


In the body collective of Congress, such a block of women signified that the dominating narratives of men would be met with a healthy skepticism. As they sang the old songs, they learned to feel their ancestral linguistic and spiritual ties to this place.

At night, I went down to the central square to meet up with some friends and to enjoy the party atmosphere at the main stages. It seemed offensive to block off this many public streets for tens of blocks to its tax-paying citizens in service of anssu movie-event that made tons ansi money for private firms advertising on a private television network, and supporting the private enterprise of movie companies.

Fiestas de Cuenca Posted on November 3, by ansuseye. This landscape that provided everything that sustained their lives and nurtured their culture. This was Hollywood, and movie stars, but the public had been rendered little cockroaches skirting the edges of a sealed off box of tasty morsels. And the President now faced a triangular tranche of red lips, piercing, painted eyes, and flowing hair styles who could keep the purse strings of government in check.

There are many areas of civic life in Cuenca that beg fiscal investment and which would bring much-needed advantages to the city and its public health and well-being; and if I were king, I would perhaps begin with efforts such as the following:. My soft body in a swimsuit at the edge of its elastic limits, sagging from fibers thinned by chlorine, threads a wiggly line through this blitz of big men chasing speed.

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That judicial nomination battle was unquestionably one of the significant reasons behind the presence of these female Representatives, so many of them, so prominently.

Xyla Johnson was particularly striking against the Colorado skies which were pregnant with clouds that day threatening to unleash a summer monsoon on us. In real time, she persisted, even as she was ridiculed for her questioning by the witness. And the courage of these women seems more profound because it comes out of generations and cultural memory of denigration. Access Hollywood is a nationally syndicated nightly show on sightings and gossip of Hollywood stars, that segues local news seamlessly on national TV.


The music was of a landscape that I had poured over on actual paper topographic quads to determine the steepness of slope through contour lines and plot out feasible backpacking routes; it brought back the satiating physical exhaustion of treading stones and soil through tree-lined slopes, hoping to reach clear sightlines for a view of the folds and ridges, and of seeing the light dancing differently in the woods in different seasons.

It really was papal-level security coverage I mused. Disaffected and disheveled, they wandered amongst the well-heeled and slightly giddy tourists. Everyday our reality continues to be being created by this battle of stories about the America that is and will be, about who gets to shape narrative to shape our collective experience.

I miss that geography, traipsing along the wooded trails, whose long, eyed miles were hand laid by battalions of unemployed men who were paid to work in the national employment programs of the Civilian Conservation Corps to shake the country out of the economic depression of the s.

Their gut feelings asu run counter to the dominant narratives of society coming out of male mouths. As I walked away half looking at my phone trying to decide how to catch a bus home, I stumbled on the wretches. The speeches can sound surficially like an exhortation of collective spirit, a visionary articulation whose aim is to make us feel directed towards a winning destination as opposed to being rudderless and drifting. The dancers were aided by little Jasmine, who at seven was ready to step in and dance just as soon as she could balance the pot on her head.

Others were more approachable, like an Asian woman officer I asked how I could get close to the red carpet. An Otter Creek Reverie.