A year ago? Really?

19 05 2010

Seniors are finishing up their finals are are almost done at Pacific. Best of luck to you guys!

This woman is “untamed” and she’s pissed. (Highly opinionated, possibly offensive post. You’ve been warned.)

6 05 2010

I heard a seriously tragic statistic a couple weeks ago during a Kartini Day film screening about women’s rights and women’s health in Indonesia.

Nearly 80% of women in Indonesia have been subjected to some form of female circumcision.

Eighty percent.


Some say that it’s an Islamic tradition (not law) to “honor the woman.” Some say that it was a tradition that was in Indonesia before Islam. It’s considered “harmless” by many, and used to “tame the woman and her sexual desires and make her preferable for her husband.”

Preferable? Come on.

Frankly, I think it is completely unnecessary. Slicing off/open part of a young girl’s clitoris is just damaging, no matter how you look at it.  You body is perfect the way God made it. Let it be, and quit telling girls their NORMAL body parts are dirty, sinful or even masculine.

What’s wrong with what God gave us? Nothing.

I’m reading up on it, but does that 80% statistic scare you as much as it does me?

Palm reading in the teachers lounge

6 05 2010

Pak Edi just told me a lot about myself.

“Give me your left hand… No, right.” I hand him left as he says it, then my right hand. “No, the other one.”

He looks at my hand, pinches my fingertips and frowns.

“Hmm.” Is that a good “hmm,” or a bad one?

He gestures for my left hand, also. Lining the two of them up based on the lines of my hands, he twists and pinches a “Hmm”s some more. This must be serious business for all the “hmm”ing going on.

I’m trying to understand what he’s saying, but I’m getting nothing. Javanese will do that sometimes. Bu Lisa translates for me. “You’re not very good with money. You spend too much when you should be saving. You’re clever, a leader when needed, and you’re not neat.”

“I’m not neat?”

“I mean you’re a mess.”

Well now. Thank you for that. I know I’ve been a little stressed lately, but–

“I’m sorry! I’msorrysorrysorry.  I meant to say that you’re messy. Like your bedroom is messy.”  That definitely clears things up. It’s true, I can’t deny that one. I AM my mother’s daughter. Her other daughter is the same, too.

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