Monthly Archives: February 2011

Chicago Walk For Choice

The walk for choice was amazing. Inspiring. Really, just wonderful.

I’ve never been surrounded by so many pro-choice feminists in my life. It’s encouraging to know that while there are many out there who would take away women’s bodily autonomy there are at least just as many who are willing to stand up for our rights.

The crowd. There were so many energized and amazing people there.

The walk went well, and despite anti-choice groups protesting women’s right to choose, there was no violence at all.

Anti-choice protesters carrying yellow balloons. I couldn't get a very good picture of them, but really, why would I even want one?

The anti-choice groups carried yellow balloons with the word life on them. It was a little sad to see people bringing their children to protest our rights. Many of them were obviously too young to understand what was going on, and were just following their parents’ example. It’s heartbreaking that many of these children are probably going to grow up thinking that women don’t deserve the right to choose. All because of how their parents raised them, forcing “pro-life” ideals on them from the start.

But enough of that. The anti-choice group pretty much ignored us once we started marching. They marched too, but we rarely saw them and they weren’t really a problem for us.

When I first showed up I was a little nervous, I had never been to a protest before and wasn’t sure what to expect. There had been other protesters on the train, but they were all going to the union protest (also a great cause, we marched over to where they were and everyone was very positive. Pro-unions, pro-women, pro-choice!). I quietly took my sign out from my bag, bought a t-shirt, and waited. I was early, so there weren’t very many people yet.

Luckily I met someone my age. She seemed really interesting, and it was nice to have someone to march with.

My walk buddy!

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Chicago Walk for Choice

I’m heading to Chicago’s Walk for Choice tomorrow. I don’t have a lot of time to write in depth about it now, but I will later. For the meantime…

Reproductive rights are important! Access to health care and birth control for underprivileged women and men is important! So many people are indifferent about this issue, but why? Those who want to cut funding for Planned Parenthood and the Title X program don’t care about preserving life, this is about controlling women’s bodies. My body is my body, and I resent anyone trying to make decisions for me. We’re facing a horrible, despicable, and disgusting assault on women’s rights, one that I never imagined I would see.

Nancy Pelosi summed up my feelings on the subject perfectly:

“They’re advancing extreme legislation. It’s dangerous to women’s health, disrespects the judgment of American women — I don’t know if they even gave that a thought — and it’s the most comprehensive and radical assault on women’s health in our lifetime. It’s that bad.”

So tomorrow I’ll be peacefully protesting this messed up situation. It’s simple really. My body. My choice.

I’ll be visiting my friend afterwards and won’t be home until Sunday night. I’ll try to update then.

Quick update, here's a photo of me at the walk. My sign had two sides, one saying, "My Body My Choice" and one saying, "Cut Funding Cut Health". The sign was created late the night before (I only just got back from RIT! I had no time!) but it gets the message across.

The Walk For Choice Tumblr

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Why is the “male” perspective the default in art Part II

This post is the second part of the story, I would recommend going back one post and reading in order!

After a huge adventure in moving the dollhouse across campus it was time for critique. We were supposed to partner up with someone we hadn’t worked with before and tell the class what we thought of their design, technique, and what we thought the idea behind their work was. I partnered with a classmate I had yet to work with, after all, he seemed nice enough.

I critiqued his work, which was a piece about how people outside of the US might view the US military. He depicted three soldiers silhouetted against a blurry background with red lights shining through their helmets. It was a little eerie, and almost video game-esque. I gave my commentary on the piece and described what I thought the concept might be to my best effort (at first I thought it was meant to be about how the video game industry depicts war and how it affects our perception of the real military. His concept became clear once he said what it was however).

When it came time to critique my work however, he gave a half-hearted review of the design elements and when it came time to talk about concept merely said, “I don’t know. It think it might hold meaning for girls”.


I worked very hard on this piece, I commented on your piece thoroughly, although many could argue that the military is primarily a “male” subject. You couldn’t even try to relate to my piece? Because it’s a dollhouse it holds no meaning or value for you?

The dollhouse. Apparently too “girly” to relate to.

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Why is the “male” perspective the default in art?

While the men of RIT are prone to complaining about the lack of women on campus, and sometimes have an air of entitlement in regards to women’s attention, the general attitude on campus is one of respect towards women. However, it’s often the little things that show our society’s overwhelmingly negative behavior towards women.

I’m not talking about the attacks on Planned Parenthood or Title X in this post (although I will try to speak about this soon. If your representative in the senate is anti-choice please CALL THEM. If they’re pro-choice, call them anyways to thank them for not alienating and taking away the bodily autonomy of half of their constituents. Stand united.)

I’m talking about the belief that things that women can relate to things made by and created for men while men cannot relate to things made by and created for women.

For my 2D design class we were allowed to create multi-media projects on the subject of our choice. I bounced around for a bit, considering covering the topics of gender roles recognized in childhood, the relationship my sister and I shared then and now, and finally settling on how time can affect memory. How my perception of my childhood reveals how much I have changed and how time affects our views.

Here are four of the eight I used. The rest will soon be visible on my deviantart account.

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Finals Week Heaven

Most people hate finals week, but for us art kids? Finals week is HEAVEN. We’ve finished all of our final projects, so while week 10 is a horrible, stressful, sleepless mess, week 11 is completely our own. Sleeping in, spending the final $300 of my food debit (the meal plan doesn’t work for me at all) on scarves and fun presents at Global Village Market, tying up any loose ends I need to tie up, I get to do it all.

This wasn't a class project, but something I did out of fun and boredom! I wanted to get better with colored pencils anyways

All of this free time means that I get to:

  1. Stay here for a week and just do whatever I want.
  2. Go home early.
  3. Do some magical combination of these two things.

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Artists my teachers made me hate…

Now first of all, my teachers never really made me hate an artist, but there are a few I disliked for a very long time because of school. It wasn’t the artists, and it really wasn’t the teachers. I would say that the reason certain artists just irked me for the longest time was the constant repetition of learning the same facts about their work.

Pablo Picasso? Hated him.

Frida Kahlo? The worst.

Georgia O’Keefe? Don’t get me started.

I get it! It's a vulva! What more do you want from me???

Ok, ok. Get me started. I specifically do want to talk about O’Keefe. The other day in my women/gender/art class we had a number of presentations explaining the work of women artists and how they addressed gender issues. Of course, O’Keefe was a natural choice for one student’s presentation.

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Art, While Fun, Is Still Work

I attend Rochester Institute of Technology, not necessarily the place you would expect an art student to go. It’s not that our school isn’t a great place to go for the arts, it’s that many times the art department is overshadowed by our more well-known technology departments. RIT’s working to rebrand themselves as a school blending creativity and technology, however, and I’m excited to watch it happen.

Since going to RIT I’ve noticed something I didn’t encounter as frequently back home, the insulting attitude towards the arts. I don’t want this to sound like a complaint, it’s interesting to meet people with different ideas than mine, yet the widespread nature of this superior attitude I find from, say, computer science or engineering majors is baffling to me.

This represents my lack of value in society or something!

This is a figure drawing I did in class. Such a stereotypical thing for us pretentious artists/hipsters/society moochers (or whatever people think of artists!) to do.

The arguments people have against artists (particularly art students) usually go something like this…

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