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  1. 15 Years After Columbine, How “Never Again” Became “Oh, Well” Welcome to America, the land of blue jeans, rock and roll, and sporadic meaningless mass murder. On April 20, 1999, two teenagers walked into a suburban high school outside of Denver and shot 13 people to death. The massacre at Columbine was not the first mass shooting in America. It was not the first mass shooting at an American school. Indeed, Peter Jennings began the news that night, “The reaction of so many people today was ‘Oh no, not again.'” But Columbine was different. It became a national trauma in a way the others hadn’t. Yes, it was the deadliest American school shooting on record at the time—though it is no longer—but what really amplified its significance was the fact it was the first mass shooting that played out in real time on television. The shootings began at 11:19 a.m. By noon, local television stations had broken into regular programming with uninterrupted media coverage. Millions of people across the country turned on CNN and watched the story develop. Here’s how America watched the chaos of Columbine: There were reports of a shooting and it was at a school and the body count began going up and witnesses said they were two shooters with shotguns and rifles and pistols and there had been an explosion across town and it had been a diversion maybe and pipe bombs, something about pipe bombs, and the body count kept rising, and booby traps, and then Clinton gave a speech and then the shooters were in a mafia that wore trench coats and maybe there were more than two and then, no, there were only two and they were dead and the bomb squad finished the initial sweep of the building at 4:45 p.m. and it was over, but not really because then there was the CCTV footage, the witness interviews, the search for motive, they had been bowling, they had been bullied, they had said something about Hitler and they listened to Marilyn Manson and they wanted to one up Timothy McVeigh and What Does It All Mean? After Columbine there was a general sense that something had to be done. That kids getting killed at school was a thing we weren’t going to be okay with. “Never again,” as they say. It wasn’t some fanciful impossibility. The British did it after Dunblane. And so we did that. Everyone got together and passed sweeping gun control legislation and there was never another mass shooting in America. Except not really. Because the “never again” response—though shared by many—was not shared by all. We seem to have accepted that the occasional mass murder is the cost of America. On May 1, Charlton Heston came to Denver and made a much-discussed speech where he said, “We have work to do, hearts to heal, evil to defeat, and a country to unite. We may have differences, yes, and we will again suffer tragedy almost beyond description. But when the sun sets on Denver tonight, and forever more, let it always set on we the people, secure in our land of the free and the home of the brave.” Say what you will about that speech, but as far as predictions go it was spot on. It’s a fait accompli. There were more shootings. We mourned and then did nothing because we seem to have accepted that occasional mass murder is the cost of America. Both responses, “never again” and “don’t bother trying,” offer statements about the USA. The former says “America is the greatest country on Earth. We went to the moon. Surely, we can stop kids from getting shot to death at school! If the Brits can do it, so can we. ” The latter says, “No, we can’t. We’re America. The greatest country on Earth and the cost of the liberty that makes us so is that our kids may get shot to death at school.” Every time there is another mass shooting and nothing happens it becomes a little easier to believe that the “don’t bother” crowd is right. Nothing changed after 13 people were killed at Columbine, or 33 at Virginia Tech, or 26 at Sandy Hook. Each of those tragedies came with the same breaking-news urgency as Columbine, but none generated the same sense of expected action because fewer and fewer people actually believed things could change. The last 15 years have been a lesson in how “never again” can be cowed into “I need a drink.” And that’s insane. Fifteen years after Columbine rattled America to its core, people still get shot while they’re at school. People get shot while they’re at work. People get shot eating. People get shot drinking. People get shot watching movies, shopping, driving, swimming, skipping, and playing baseball. It’s 2014 and in America people get shot doing basically any goddamn thing you can think of. They don’t have to. (article is from 3 years ago) http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2014/04/columbine-15-years-later/
  2. I know, it's stomach-turning. The majority of the government officials who receive money from the NRA are Republicans (shocker), because of course the Dems want gun control I'm at a loss as to what to do. The only thing I can think of that would have an impact would be for Americans to NOT vote for those who are receiving this money. It's up to the people to take a stand with their votes (and of course I don't think that will happen either because I'm cynical like that). I don't think we will ever have a breaking point. You would think that Sandy Hook would have been it with the massacre of 20 six and seven year olds. But no. It's going to happen again. I just hope and pray that myself/none of you or your families and friends are ever victims.
  3. Gun violence is so incredibly preventable, but as long as the NRA has the power (and the $$$$$$$$) it does, what needs to happen will never happen. For example, I live in Missouri and my state Senator accepted almost $12,000 from the NRA during the 2016 election cycle. And this man tweeted out a bullshit "thoughts and prayers" tweet and I almost threw my phone.
  4. Our country is fucking ridiculous. I have no idea why anyone who lives here is even remotely shocked that this is happening. We have a great habit of forgetting/denying our history and until we own our shit this crap is going to continue to occur.
  5. BREAKING: Senate confirms pile of campaign money as Secretary of Education.
  6. Thank you, Lolo!! That beautifully articulated blog post I shared on here, they are not my words, but what the author of the piece wrote really resonated with me. I thought some of you would be interested in reading it. I feel like I'm still recovering from the experience mentally. It was such an incredible thing to be part of, and I should really point out that it was completely peaceful. Not one incident/arrest. Yes, there was some venting (not just from our girl), from quite a few protesters BUT this was to be expected. From what I witnessed, most everyone there was just happy to BE THERE and be in the company of those who shared the same values as well as the same concerns. And yeah, there was quite a few "Fuck Trump" signs/shirts/etc, but it really was about so much more than that. Again, the piece by Dina Leygerman really summed up the intention of the march as a whole, imho.
  7. @Mmmmm @pjcowley @WeboGirl @Pedro @runa Thanks all for your kind words and support
  8. Every woman who chose to march on Saturday, marched for their own personal reasons, all of which were completely valid. A few of my photos from Washington DC:
  9. https://medium.com/@dinachka82/about-your-poem-1f26a7585a6f#.2zlqfxcan You Are Not Equal. I’m Sorry. A post is making rounds on social media, in response to the Women’s March on Saturday, January 21, 2017. It starts with “I am not a “disgrace to women” because I don’t support the women’s march. I do not feel I am a “second class citizen” because I am a woman….” This is my response to that post. Say Thank You Say thank you. Say thank you to the women who gave you a voice. Say thank you to the women who were arrested and imprisoned and beaten and gassed for you to have a voice. Say thank you to the women who refused to back down, to the women who fought tirelessly to give you a voice. Say thank you to the women who put their lives on hold, who –lucky for you — did not have “better things to do” than to march and protest and rally for your voice. So you don’t feel like a “second class citizen.” So you get to feel “equal.” Thank Susan B. Anthony and Alice Paul for your right to vote. Thank Elizabeth Stanton for your right to work. Thank Maud Wood Park for your prenatal care and your identity outside of your husband. Thank Rose Schneiderman for your humane working conditions. Thank Eleanor Roosevelt and Molly Dewson for your ability to work in politics and affect policy. Thank Margaret Sanger for your legal birth control. Thank Carol Downer for your reproductive healthcare rights. Thank Margaret Fuller for your equal education. Thank Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Shannon Turner, Gloria Steinem, Zelda Kingoff Nordlinger, Rosa Parks, Angela Davis, Malika Saada Saar, Wagatwe Wanjuki, Ida B. Wells, Malala Yousafzai. Thank your mother, your grandmother, your great-grandmother who did not have half of the rights you have now. You can make your own choices, speak and be heard, vote, work, control your body, defend yourself, defend your family, because of the women who marched. You did nothing to earn those rights. You were born into those rights. You did nothing, but you reap the benefits of women, strong women, women who fought misogyny and pushed through patriarchy and fought for you. And you sit on your pedestal, a pedestal you are fortunate enough to have, and type. A keyboard warrior. A fighter for complacency. An acceptor of what you were given. A denier of facts. Wrapped up in your delusion of equality. You are not equal. Even if you feel like you are. You still make less than a man for doing the same work. You make less as a CEO, as an athlete, as an actress, as a doctor. You make less in government, in the tech industry, in healthcare. You still don’t have full rights over your own body. Men are still debating over your uterus. Over your prenatal care. Over your choices. You still have to pay taxes for your basic sanitary needs. You still have to carry mace when walking alone at night. You still have to prove to the court why you were drunk on the night you were raped. You still have to justify your behavior when a man forces himself on you. You still don’t have paid (or even unpaid) maternity leave. You still have to go back to work while your body is broken. While you silently suffer from postpartum depression. You still have to fight to breastfeed in public. You still have to prove to other women it’s your right to do so. You still offend others with your breasts. You are still objectified. You are still catcalled. You are still sexualized. You are still told you’re too skinny or you’re too fat. You’re still told you’re too old or too young. You’re applauded when you “age gracefully.” You’re still told men age “better.” You’re still told to dress like a lady. You are still judged on your outfit instead of what’s in your head. What brand bag you have still matters more than your college degree. You are still being abused by your husband, by your boyfriend. You’re still being murdered by your partners. Being beaten by your soulmate. You are still worse off if you are a woman of color, a gay woman, a transgender woman. You are still harassed, belittled, dehumanized. Your daughters are still told they are beautiful before they are told they are smart. Your daughters are still told to behave even though “boys will be boys.” Your daughters are still told boys pull hair or pinch them because they like them. You are not equal. Your daughters are not equal. You are still systemically oppressed. Estonia allows parents to take up to three years of leave, fully paid for the first 435 days. United States has no policy requiring maternity leave. Singapore’s women feel safe walking alone at night. American women do not. New Zealand’s women have the smallest gender gap in wages, at 5.6%. United States’ pay gap is 20%. Iceland has the highest number of women CEOs, at 44%. United States is at 4.0%. The United States ranks at 45 for women’s equality. Behind Rwanda, Cuba, Philippines, Jamaica. But I get it. You don’t want to admit it. You don’t want to be a victim. You think feminism is a dirty word. You think it’s not classy to fight for equality. You hate the word pussy. Unless of course you use it to call a man who isn’t up to your standard of manhood. You know the type of man that “allows” “his” woman to do whatever she damn well pleases. I get it. You believe feminists are emotional, irrational, unreasonable. Why aren’t women just satisfied with their lives, right? You get what you get and you don’t get upset, right? I get it. You want to feel empowered. You don’t want to believe you’re oppressed. Because that would mean you are indeed a “second-class citizen.” You don’t want to feel like one. I get it. But don’t worry. I will walk for you. I will walk for your daughter. And your daughter’s daughter. And maybe you will still believe the world did not change. You will believe you’ve always had the rights you have today. And that’s okay. Because women who actually care and support other women don’t care what you think about them. They care about their future and the future of the women who come after them. Open your eyes. Open them wide. Because I’m here to tell you, along with millions of other women that you are not equal. Our equality is an illusion. A feel-good sleight of hand. A trick of the mind. I’m sorry to tell you, but you are not equal. And neither are your daughters. But don’t worry. We will walk for you. We will fight for you. We will stand up for you. And one day you will actually be equal, instead of just feeling like you are. ~ Dina Leygerman, 2017
  10. I swear to god I thought that bitch was already long gone.
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