This post is for Giz, for protesting. And for Abby, for being.
I am, quite unashamedly, listening to "With you" by Chris Brown, and it is giving me immense proportions of joy. It also makes me think of Eric(U), which ties in directly with this joy.
I have been thinking about joy. I am struck by the word enjoy and how it essentially means taking joy in something. And then I am stuck by the fact that joy primarily comes from seeing the beauty and goodness of things and people outside myself. With these thoughts, joy doesn't seem so far off.
I spent Easter at my aunts with an aunt, an uncle, a sister, a couple of cousins, and the girlfriend of a cousin. I don't think I'll say much about it, except that at dinner we were discussing a friend whose new wife is a bit controlling. My cousin Adam jumped in to defend their relationship, saying,
"With all due respect, H----- women, present company included, can be quite controlling and forceful themselves."
What could we say, my aunt, my sister, myself?
I lied. I will say more. My aunt and I were talking about the word "feminism" and how so many people see it as this extreme irrational uber-liberal concept that no reasonable woman subscribes to. I'm a feminist. And I think a lot of the men and women who preface statements with "I'm not a feminist but..." are really feminists.
Today I really wanted to sing with my little sisters, particularly:
hold my hand all the way
every hour, every day
from here to the great unknown
take my hand, let me stand
where no one stands alone
But tonight, it is just me
and Chris Brown. Hey lil' mama..