Pink plastic barbies in a pink plastic world they stated it was nice it was rubbish insulting each feminist I do know – as for ecofeminism – nicely it should be useless am i useless too? – how might an earth lover survive in a plastic world with plastic pink barbies I barely made two hours? -oh sure just a few colours they needed to didn’t they? And the hourglass figures dominated the dolls that tip over as a result of they’re so tall even with out excessive heels – an insane film filled with patriarchal lies and that is our tradition – constructed out of lies – i left in confusion – individuals i trusted stated a “should see” – seems one, a professor that really useful it hadn’t seen it – had been seduced by evaluations – who doesn’t imagine the brand new york instances apart from me ?– thick humidity greeted me on the door after the pink charade – oh one thing alive captures me from a ten inch tree – two rosy apples ignite a soul useless corpse – one more torrential downpour blurred my
automotive home windows little doubt flooding my basement once more rotting trembling timbers i’ve all the time cherished rain however the archetypal flood scares me -humidity has soaked all my clothes bedding rugs the home is saturated my log cabin turns into a legal responsibility, on the best way dwelling numb till I meet the geese the gander greets me after which as soon as once more my soul slips into my sealskin for good – the 2 apples weren’t sufficient – as i get out to speak to my pals who collect spherical as if to say we’re nonetheless right here and we love you or perhaps it was my creativeness however the anguish eased at the same time as extra thunderheads rolled overhead a threatening sky accompanies me to the driveway when i drag the humidifier – the second into the home – 400 {dollars} in all – this one too large for me to maneuver safely however perhaps a second one will assist dry my garments the moisture received’t go beneath 75 – 80 – 90 two months straight – after all I can’t work out the best way to make one other rattling machine work and my coronary heart kilos with hideous accuracy – I MUST decrease the humidity or i’ll go loopy – PTSD strikes with a vengeance – shaking I plug within the humidifier and it runs – can’t concentrate on the instructions and miss eradicating piece -at three AM awaken with a pointy picture – i’m dumping all of the ashes and the factor doesn’t work and I’m combating a flashlight to see what’s improper as if i might know -its full – they are saying run for twenty 4 hours however its on pink alert so i pull out the draw and spill extra water on the ground -flood after flood i spill espresso water day after day i mop up watery messes inside in addition to exterior – moist footwear that by no means dry -of course i do know i’m flooded too – Lucy in coronary heart failure – air high quality forces us to remain indoors and I’m claustrophobic – trapped in my very own home – winter has develop into summer season in reverse- opening a window too harmful -dead air on the door – if I didn’t stroll earlier than daybreak I’d by no means breathe clear EARTH air and Lucy should go then my vet says stroll her a bit of -so afterwards I drag them each out the door… at daybreak the air is barely candy – generally. And at this time the darkish goddess turns the wheel and i’ll scatter the ashes of bushes on the bottom – yesterday i scattered seeds, i’ll really feel my physique’s FURY – how a lot i hate barbie – and the plastic cartoon world that assaults me at each flip, pray for flexibility and resilience, acceptance too – is acceptance of the unthinkable even doable? – say prayers for the earth and us what else am i able to do? –
WHAT’S GONE IS GONE.
A lot for this Turning of the Wheel… this time not in direction of abundance.
What follows is a evaluate by a girl who sees by means of the mirage, girls like Karen Malpede, who wrote the next:
I noticed “Barbie”. Maybe so-called A-I might do a extra in-depth, sharper evaluation of patriarchy. Regardless of checking all of the bins for various casting (one massive girl, one disabled girl, not one of the males, many diverse pores and skin colours) it appeared depressingly white-middle-class-capitalist-idiotic, i.e. a hollywood hit-job (or blow-job), proving girls will be simply as mediocre as males and be celebrated for his or her potential to rake within the dough. (The entire joke is that Barbie lacks a c-nt…and the ultimate line of the movie is, Barbie in an workplace, beaming: “I’m right here to see my new gynecologist.” approaching the heals of the overthrow of RvW, the sexual offender gynecologist simply getting a 20 yr sentence, I’d have most well-liked “to see my feminine gynecologist”–as so many ladies, me too, have suffered invasive assaults by male docs)
Amen.
