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“Many women, I think, resist feminism because it is an agony to be fully conscious of the brutal misogyny which permeates culture, society, and all personal relationships.”

Andrea Dworkin

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“She sat at the back and they said she was shy,
She led from the front and they hated her pride,
They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance,
They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence,
When she shared no ambition they said it was sad,
So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad,
They told her they'd listen, then covered their ears,
And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears,
And she listened to all of it thinking she should,
Be the girl they told her to be best as she could,
But one day she asked what was best for herself,
Instead of trying to please everyone else,
So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees,
She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves,
She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine,
And she told them what she'd been told time after time,
She told them she felt she was never enough,
She was either too little or far far too much,
Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak,
Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek,
Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs,
And she stopped...and she heard what the trees said to her,
And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave,
For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe"

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Sprintcyclist wrote on Nov 12^th, 2024 at 5:58am:

“She sat at the back and they said she was shy, She led from the front and they hated her pride, They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance, They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence, When she shared no ambition they said it was sad, So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad, They told her they'd listen, then covered their ears, And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears, And she listened to all of it thinking she should, Be the girl they told her to be best as she could, But one day she asked what was best for herself, Instead of trying to please everyone else, So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees, She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves, She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine, And she told them what she'd been told time after time, She told them she felt she was never enough, She was either too little or far far too much, Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak, Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek, Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs, And she stopped...and she heard what the trees said to her, And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave, For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe" Unknown

What a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.

Sprintcyclist wrote on Nov 12^th, 2024 at 5:58am:

“She sat at the back and they said she was shy, She led from the front and they hated her pride, They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance, They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence, When she shared no ambition they said it was sad, So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad, They told her they'd listen, then covered their ears, And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears, And she listened to all of it thinking she should, Be the girl they told her to be best as she could, But one day she asked what was best for herself, Instead of trying to please everyone else, So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees, She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves, She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine, And she told them what she'd been told time after time, She told them she felt she was never enough, She was either too little or far far too much, Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak, Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek, Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs, And she stopped...and she heard what the trees said to her, And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave, For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe" Unknown

Poets Corner: Nasty Woman by Nina Donovan

https://youtu.be/dvN0On85sNQ?si=NUtN0mtqdPiKFDur
https://www.howlnewyork.com/post/poets-corner-nasty-woman-by-nina-donovan

A different kind of sentimentality....

Strange: Female Pastor Gives Hellfire And Brimstone Sermon Once Every Month Or So

LAKE FOREST, CA — Parishioners at a local church have noticed a peculiar pattern, as the staff's female pastor preaches a much angrier, "hellfire & brimstone" style sermon every month or so.

"It's almost like it's in a cycle," said Randy Anderson, a member of 485th Lutheran Church. "She normally preaches very uplifting, practical messages, but every four weeks or so…man…she's like a totally different person up there behind the pulpit."

Churchgoers began to see a recurring theme shortly after the female minister, Bethany Harris, was ordained and added to the pastoral staff. Pastor Harris has denied any pattern exists. "I do not act or preach any differently," she said defensively after one of her more fiery sermons. "I'm just under a lot of stress right now and I get overwhelmed and nobody understands and I feel so bloated and if these wretched sinners don't repent of their sins right now, the Almighty God will smite them with His wrath!"

The pattern has reportedly resulted in monthly spikes in the number of church attendees flooding the altar after the sermon and pleading with God to save them. "Every four weeks, a new revival breaks out," said Anderson. "But it only lasts for that week, then it's like it never happened. Weird, right?"

At publishing time, the church's leadership committee had begun discussing the possibility of adding additional female pastors to the staff, though there was reportedly some concern being expressed that the cycle of fire and brimstone sermons would eventually synchronize.

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