Sometimes life is really good. The sun rises on another beautiful day, happiness is omnipresent, you feel strong and powerful, balance is attained, and a perfectly pleasing routine falls into place. Things get done, you feel in control, and you start thinking that maybe you’ve finally realized how everybody else has been doing it all along.
Then suddenly something happens. Something you never saw coming. Something your not sure how to react to, let alone adequately handle. It shakes you. Makes you existentially confused. Makes you wonder if this balance you strived for, for so long, ever meant anything in the first place. You start to question the hierarchy of the important things in your life. Were you doing it right to begin with? Did you really need all this structure to feel like you had got your life together or was the freedom and impulsivity of your previous nature what you should be aiming for.
What kind of life do you want to lead? What kind of life is most fulfilled? One thing is certain…make it happy. Make it full of love and moments that live on forever. Make it so when you look back the joy overtakes the sorrow in every instance, that the highs are more meaningful then the lows, that the silver linings always take centre stage. Some of us don’t have the privilege of seeing a silver lining. Of not looking back in anger. Of seeing the sun rise on another beautiful day. So lets live it in their honour. As the lucky ones…
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Walt Disney World, Florida
All the feels. That’s about the only way I could describe the live adaptation of my second favourite Disney movie of all time, Beauty and the Beast. The first is The Lion King in case you were wondering. To get back on topic, this reimagining of the film, if you live under a rock you haven’t seen it yet, is kind of everything. The minute the casting was announced I was sold, from Emma Watson as Belle to my good buddy Gandalf playing Cogsworth, the actors behind every person and object’s portrayal feel like they’ve been born for the part. Seriously though my Downton Abbey crush transformed into my #1 Disney Prince crush, without a glitch. The months leading up the film’s release were like torture. Not because I was agonizing waiting for it to come out. Though don’t get me wrong I was all kinds of excited…but everytime the trailer came on during a commercial break, a beautiful orchestral rendition of the original score from the animated film would come on, and I would become a stage five sob fest. Like, leaking from my eyes and nostrils sort of sobbing. I know right, sick imagery, you’re welcome.
When I finally got to see the film, I was blown away by the visuals, and pleased with how true they were to my beloved animated classic. Everyone was crying by the end…but being the overachiever I am, I made sure to be real punctual with my tears. Yet again what got me going were the first four seconds of the story when that haunting score came on as we floated towards the Beast’s castle. Full waterworks, I’m not kidding. I’m just surprised the people in the row in front of me didn’t tell me to keep it down.
All this to say I’ve loved Beauty and the Beast since I was a baby girl, and this film just gave me a reason to fall in love with it all over again at 25 years old. I also love that it created a reemergence in Disney fashion collaborations, and I now own this Gucci inspired, sherpa collared, Beast denim jacket from Mink Pink. So here I am in full theme park mode, paying homage to my furry man crush, and my favourite stockholme syndrome victim. Enjoy!
Seriously though…we all had a crush on Simba and/or the Beast am I right?
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New York, New York
Women’s rights, is the issue that lives closest to my heart. That pulls its strings every time an uneducated sentence on the topic is mustered, every time an ignorant statement is made. There is so much I want to say on the subject, so much that I don’t know where to start. My fingers are paralyzed by the weight and importance of what needs to be expressed so it can be understood. The strong women who raised me, the powerful figures that molded me, and the voiceless women living injustice deserve more than I could ever convey in a blog post. So instead I thought I would share a piece with you guys. A piece I wrote it when I was 17, when I first found the courage to voice that I deserved just as much as the boys.
“I want talk about words. The power of words. The word feminist to be exact. First of all let me ask you. Do you identify yourself as a feminist? No? Then are you someone who genuinely believe that women don’t deserve or aren’t as much as men?…There’s a discrepancy there. “I’m not a sexist but I’m not a feminist,” people think that there is a difference between the words, like middle ground between two extremes. Let me tell you the truth you either believe that women should be politically, socially, and economically equal to men or you don’t, there is no middle ground between the two. By definition you are either a misogynist who dislikes, despises, or is strongly prejudiced against women or a feminist, it’s that simple.
You see there is a problem within the root of the word feminist itself. Not so much the “femin” part but the “ist,” that fateful “ist” is in bad company. Racist, ageist, sexist, these words have absolutely no positive connotation, and serve very different purposes then the word feminist. That’s a line that we’ve crossed with the word. Anything on the other side is shameful, and many believe feminists belong in the same ranks. All this talk trying to help the reputation of a word, and I have yet to define it. I believe a quote by Gloria Steinem will do the trick “A feminist is anyone who recognizes the equality and full humanity of women and men.” Or better yet one by author Cheris Kramarae “Feminism is the radical notion that women are human beings.” I am a feminist, I do not hate men, or consider myself better than those who belong to the other sex. I do not refuse to shave my legs, or to wear a bra as a political statement. I also don’t think believing in this cause makes me radical or scary. Desmond Tutu said “If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor” so listen to Desmond and next time someone asks you if you are a feminist, please raise your fucking hand.”
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