Tag Archives: feminism

Philly Feminist Zinefest Reading tomorrow!

17 May

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Featuring:
Cynthia Ann – writes the creative nonfiction zine Secret Bully and the oral history zine Habits of Being. She is the zine editor at The Le Sigh, a musician, and a true bull Taurus.

Laura Chow Reeve writes in West Philly, but is preparing to move across the country to get her MA in Asian American Studies. In January, she wrote a weird short story every day. It’s now a zine called “An Introduction to Eating Your Heart: 31 Stories in 31 Days.”

Ariana Stone (Ariana Stone makes Phlegm Fatale, a perzine about her dumb life. She is a DC Zinefest co-organizer and snack enthusiast. She would love to see you there this year, especially if you have snacks.)

Nilu Duang (Fluxxii)

Khristina Acosta is the co-founder of No Shame Distro, a people of color collective that promotes zine writers and artists of color. She is the author of the zines Birthday Party and What to Keep / What to Give Away. These zines explore the topics of healthy relationships with other’s and one’s own sexualities, assimilation and the loss of language, and being a person of color in the punk world. She was additionally an organizer of Clitfest New Brunswick in 2012. Khristina currently resides in Philadephia, although she can be found traveling to multiple cities throughout the East Coast and Canada.

Jen Twigg (Tongueswell) is a Maryland native who lived in Chicago for four years and organized the Chicago Zine Fest for three of them. She now lives in Philly and learned how to make coffee drinks for her job from YouTube. She writes zines about playing music, trying to find a home, family secrets, and more.

Taryn Hipp (Taryn Hipp is an old tattooed college lady who has been making zines for more than half her life. Currently she writes the perzine “Ladyteeth,” a collection of stories about her experiences living with anxiety, getting divorced, getting sober, & falling in love. Every day is a beautiful gift & a terrifying adventure that continues to make her stronger.)

Come hang out!

JB

Mark Yr Calendar! Philly Feminist Zinefest!

7 May

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Drew up this flier for the Philly Feminist Zinefest, which will be taking place on June 28th at Neighborhood House in Philly! Registration is already open for tablers, and a bunch of lead-up events are happening, including a May 18th zine reading where you can come hang out with me, and other people that are cooler than me.

Also, if you want to get real deep in the zine world but maybe haven’t let fly with your own zine yet, consider submitting to one of mine? Perhaps this Born in Flames fanzine?

❤ jb

My Rutgers Summer Class!

10 Mar

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If you are or know an undergrad or a high school student who wants to take a summer class that will fulfill a necessary credit while talking about and doing all kinds of fun and important things, I’m really excited about teaching this course this summer!

JB

Season of the Witch

22 Nov

Started drawing some witches, here’s the first one:

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[Pen and ink on bristol board with beet-dyed paper and repurposed wrapping paper]

I love classic witch imagery because, as scholar Constance Classen has noted, “One of the horrors of witchcraft, in fact, was that it made use of the domestic instruments and practices that were intended to keep women safely at home to transgress the social or cosmic order. A pot might be used for cooking dinner or for brewing a spell, a needle might be used for sewing clothes or for piercing an effigy, a broom might be used for sweeping the floor or for flying out the window.”

Also, hares were the original familiar, way before cats made it in the scene. #toohipforcats

–jb

“Revolutions in Communication and Pedagogy” –B.K.

27 Sep

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Fun with teaching lesson 4: Make sure students have a strong historical base for contemporary issues.

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Fun with teaching lesson 5: Use real world examples.

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Fun with teaching lesson 6: Covering your tablet with your hands does not prevent texts from your boyfriend from being visible on the projector.

Isn’t teaching fun!
jb

Blogging fashion.

7 Jan

I have been thinking a lot about fashion lately.

Not just in terms of how to most fabulously pair my gray quick-dry hiking shorts with my Americorps polo for jaunts to the gym with Foster, but rather in terms of the role fashion plays in my life, and how my politics, as well as my embodiment and identity influence what I wear (and how I wear it).

Nerd camp fashion with Logic TA Claire.

I have always thought that fashion is significant–I have argued fiercely and passionately (even sexily) with my anti-fashion boyfriend for the cause, and I think I have convinced him that even shopping exclusively at Cabela’s constitutes fashion. I still question how to be an anti-capitalist fashionista, how to wear clothes without buying them, how to make fashion political without making politics simply fashion (See: Thomas Frank, Why Johnny Can’t Dissent).

Last night: grandma's coat, bolo tie from New Mexico.

But as Dean Spade brilliantly explains in the LTTR article “Dress to Kill, Fight to Win”:

“…when we appeal to some notion of an unmodified or undecorated body, we participate in the adoption of a false neutrality. We pretend, in those moments, that there is a natural body or fashion, a way of dressing or wearing yourself that is not a product of culture. Norms always masquerade as non-choices, and when we suggest that for example, resisting sexism means everyone should look androgynous, or resisting racism means no one should modify the texture of their hair, we foreclose people’s abilities to expose the workings of fucked up systems on their bodies as they see fit.”

I occasionally (though not religiously) read fashion blogs. Most frequently, Threadbared and à l’allure garçonnière, both of which are incredibly thought provoking looks at fashion through a critical, feminist lens. Sometimes I check out Garbage Dress because I secretly aspire to be a fashion goth, and Style Rookie, because even though I find it to be uncritical and annoyingly focused on the 90s, it hearkens me back to the days in which I was a twelve year old who loved Hot Topic bondage pants and Nirvana, and didn’t realize that Kurt Cobain had been dead for a significant portion of my life. Sometimes I peak in on other fashion blogs, if I find ones that are feminist, fat, queer (recommendations?)…I used to post “What I Wore” posts on my livejournal and on a livejournal community called fatshionistas, which I eventually left after being told my clothes didn’t match, I looked like a clown or a circus freak, and the kicker: I was not fat enough. Maybe I am stating the obvious, pointing out a universal condition, but my relationship to fashion (even or especially “alternative” fashion) is vexed.

Homoween, 2009.

Senior Prom, 2006.

I am interested in fashion. I am not a fifteen year-old, waifish kid who gets sent Miu Miu in the mail, or a New York fashion designer, or a religious thrifter. Although I am from a privileged background, I live on an income that makes it difficult to buy groceries without EBT, much less shell out for pricey clothes. I wear a size 16 and glare-inducing glasses. I have a beard and acne, thanks to my dubiously polycystic ovaries. I can barely wear heels (thanks to a rock climbing injury my sophomore year of college) and make up tends to be at the bottom of my to-do list. On a regular day I wear Carhartts and plaid (or jeggings, my favorite fashion invention of all time), and growing up I tended towards the Star Wars t-shirts and horse sweaters. My mom bought me Husky jeans and pleated khaki pants (the horror). Am I even allowed to be interested in fashion? Can I afford to ignore fashion?

My three little sisters and I, probably circa 1999.

Thanks to a post on Threadbared, I recently read this anxiety-producing gem by Benjamin Lefebvre:

“If anything, including in a job application teaching and research credits that are provocative, tightly focused, esoteric, or just plain weird has a similar effect to showing up at a formal gathering dressed up to the nines in orange, turquoise, and lime–while such an outfit may display favourably an applicant’s individuality, such a statement may not be viewed well when the (unspoken) expectation is to wear black.”

Soon, I discovered a whole series of blogs by graduate students detailing the desperate tightrope walk between bland professionalism and colorful individuality–Don’t wear too much color! Maintain a boring haircut!–such as Academichic, helpful bastion of normative professional femininity for the modern PhD candidate. It reminded me of a meeting I had with a driven, super-successful graduate student who both said that I looked like a juvenile delinquent, and more or less suggested that I needed to pluck my eyebrows if I wanted to be taken seriously. Oh, the crushing anxiety. Here I am, 22 years old and hopefully about to matriculate into a grueling graduate program, and I don’t even own a khaki skirt or mules. I am, by academichic standard, and to use the academic jargon, royally fucked.

If I was to encounter a perfect fashion blog, I think it would be a fashion blog for bearded ladies, for genderqueer fat kids, for folks who desperately want shirts that don’t have darts and ALSO button over their hips. For recent college graduates who shop in their dad’s closet and wish they could wear men’s pants or women’s pants or for the love of god any pants. For cubicle-dwelling office employees who dress inappropriately for professional environments. For grad students who show up to monochrome university events in orange, turquoise and lime (and then feel awkward and anxious). For people who think about sweatshop labor and the environment and rampant consumerism when they buy clothes.

So maybe then, I will blog about fashion. Of course, this isn’t going to suddenly transform into a fashion blog. It will stay safely in the realm of themeless-amorphous-blob blog, in which I talk more about fashion. Huzzah.

Going to the MLA. Just kidding.

–JB

I was having a Cathy Guisewite moment.

15 Apr

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Jaclyn Friedman from Yes Means Yes was watching me draw this after she spoke at UMD (My peeps went to Plato’s for breakfast at night!) and pointed out that I probably had the wrong size.  The point is, FUCK CATHY and FUCK the fashion industry.  🙂 Gonna go eat the Junior Whopper my dear roommate just brought me for breakfast.

Jenna B.