#theemptychair

[rapeculturerealities]

#YesAllWomen, #SurvivorPrivilege, #TheEmptyChair, #WhyIStayed, #MeToo—each of these hashtags highlights women’s experiences with interpersonal and institutionally enabled violence, and each was precipitated by high-profile events involving male perpetrators.

Gendered violence has been framed as an individual problem in public discourse in a multitude of ways. From questions about women’s dress and behavior to laws that eschew the possibility that wives can be raped by their husbands, U.S. culture is rife with narratives that blame victims and normalize violence against them. On social media, victim blaming can intensify. But the #YesAllWomen network and those that followed it are part of what has come to be known as “Feminist Twitter,” where misogyny is challenged online in the tradition of the early feminist press.

Ultimately, these hashtags are embodiments of the feminist demand that “the personal is political,” and illustrate how storytelling on Twitter raises consciousness, creates solidarity, promulgates new cultural narratives, and articulates demands for change. What has become known as the “#MeToo moment” was not so much a moment but a loud chorus of voices that had for years been using Twitter and other social networks to tell the stories about women’s experiences with violence that were not and had not been told in mainstream media, by politicians, or by most journalists. In these networks, unlike in most other public spaces, women told their own stories, women were believed, male allies helped elevate women’s voices, and women—experts in their own lives—added nuance to the all too often oversimplified and inaccurately reported systemic issues of gender, violence and victimhood.

Each hashtag, from #YesAllWomen to #MeToo, did different work as part of a larger movement, creating cultural interventions in response to particular news stories and events that reached the public sphere. These hashtags provided a source of discursive and collective energy that catalyzed both online and offline movement work, leading to powerful cultural repercussions—and, yes, change.

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[maljean89]

Oh man, I'm a crying mess over here. Here I was listening to a Hollywood Reporter roundtable with songwriters from 2016 and Sting starts talking about the song "The Empty Chair" he wrote for a documentary about a photojournalist Isis held in captivity and then killed very publicly. He starts talking about how he told the filmmakers he couldn't write a song about the film because it was too emotional and too intense. After seeing the film he went home thinking about it, went home to Thanksgiving dinner with his family and thought, what would it be like to lose a member of my family to captivity? What would we do to unify ourselves? They could leave a chair open at the table. "The Empty Chair" became the metaphor that helped him write the song.

This just goes to show the power of music and how the art of it can mean one thing to one person, and something totally different to another. So my mom LOVED Sting, so I'm already thinking about her as I hear this song for the first time. But then I start really picking apart the lyrics and I'm suddenly crying because it feels like it was written about her and her fight with cancer.  

He literally sings about being in a prison cell like this man would have been and I think about how having terminal cancer must have felt like being in a prison — both in your mind but also literally living out your days in the hospital or the nursing home. His lyric "there's a shaft of light where I count my days" makes me sob thinking of how her days were numbered and she knew it every single second of every single day. 

But then the tears really start to flow when he sings "Some days I'm strong, some days I'm weak. On days when I'm broken I can barely speak.” I can’t even begin to explain how sad it is to watch your mother, your caretaker in life, stare listlessly through you in a medicated stupor. Or how she stopped returning my texts in the week or so leading up to her death because she had gotten terrible news from a check up. Or how the weekend before she died I went to visit her and we just sat in silence for a couple hours. Some days she was boisterous and great. Other days, the weight of her impending death clung to her so much so that it seemed like she was gone already.

I chuckle a little when he sings “I was always late for every meal, you’ll swear,” because she/we literally were always late to family gatherings even though we arguably lived the closest. But the tears start to fall again as I think about how it feels like a piece is missing from our family now. Family gatherings are missing her laughter. My wingman is gone. She’s the first big death in this generation’s Retka clan and it weighs on every holiday like a sad veil.

As a family we tend to scatter around the house for those big holiday meals, so we don’t really occupy one table where we’d physically leave a chair open for her. But that metaphoric empty chair is definitely always there. I know I’ll be thinking about her at Easter this year, as I do at every family gathering. Sometimes I can’t bring myself to go to family gatherings because I miss her too much and I see her in every family member. In my aunt Kathy who looks so much like her, in my Grandpa’s hands and eyes, in every room of my grandparent’s house where she once sat or stood or hugged someone goodbye. 

It never gets easier missing you, Mama. 

[eventsinitaly]

Ровно посередине между озером Комо и Римом лежит сказочная Тоскана. Сейчас мы разъединены, как и многие из нас. Я на севере, Дарио на юге. Пусть пока мысленно мы встретимся там, на земле зеленых холмов виноградников; там, где был написан " Декамерон "📖, как никогда актуальный сейчас, в той Тоскане, так нежно любимой нашими молодоженами👰🤵🏼. Это райский уголок, идеальный для уединения с любимыми людьми. Особенно сейчас, когда быть вместе с тем, кто дорог, для многих стало недосягаемо🤒👩‍⚕️, а родные объятия преобрели должную ценность🤗. Пару дней назад Стинг🎸 поделился как ему не хватает его дома в Тоскане🏡, его близких и друзей; как опыт, которые пережили итальянцы сейчас переживает целый мир🌍; и что мы должны оставить место в нашем сердце для того,кто нам дорог, чтобы по окончании этой истории не отпускать их никогда❤. Мы мысленно обнимаем вас всех, и оставляем для вас " пустой стул". 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗😘😘😘😘😘 P.s. insta не дает всех отметить, кого обнимаем.:) влезли первые 20😊 #свадьбавиталии #свадьбавтоскане #всебудетхорошо #стинг #тоскана #коронавирусвиталии #коронавирус #сидитедома #организациясвадьбывиталии @eventsinitaly #theemptychair (presso Toscana, Italia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-hvWorDIs0/?igshid=sl8kup2snuog

[lharvey250]

THE EMPTY CHAIR: Murder in the Caribbean Penny Goetjen

My Rating ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️▫️

Publisher: Secret Harbor Press Publication Date November 15, 2016

SUMMARY Olivia Benning travels to the Virgin Islands to settle affairs after receiving news that her mother has died in a boating an accident. Upon arrival she meets a handsome guy who comes to the rescue when her ride fails to show. Olivia soon discovers that the police have no record of her mother’s death or even an accident. Olivia desperately needs the truth even if she has to find it herself.

A bar brawl, a break-in, and her mother’s Caribbean bungalow ransacked. Can things get any worse at picturesque Magen’s Bay? Olivia search takes a sinister turn when a charming man claiming to be her mother’s lover is shot and she’s the prime suspect.

Entangled in the same dark web of crime that may have ensnared her mother, Olivia is low on cash, high on mistrust, yet must rely on the ruggedly handsome stranger who seems to surface when she’s most in need of saving, but is he her rescuer turned lover or her deadly foe?

REVIEW THE EMPTY CHAIR is like riding on a roller coaster. The story has up and downs, and twists and turns, it’s fast and then it’s over, way to soon. An adrenaline pumping, heart pounding ride. Once you start it, it’s hard to put down. And you really don’t want it to be over.

The descriptive setting in the St Thomas, Virgin Islands was picturesque and idylic. Who wouldn’t want to go there! I felt as if I was riding in the blue jeep right next to Olivia, so afraid of going over the side of those narrow mountain roads. I would love to be able to sit in Olivia mom’s turquoise adirondack chair at Serenity Villa and absorb the stunning views of the bay and the ocean and feel the sultry heat from the August sun.

Olivia, a five foot two, blond dynamo has a knack for finding trouble. Or rather trouble seems to follow her from the minute she leaves the Cyril E. King airport. In the first forty-eight hours there’s a bar fight, a missing car, a strange fax and a visit to the police department that knows nothing about her mom’s disappearance and she is rescued by the handsome Colton not once, but twice!. The blue-eyed Colton seems to be everywhere just when Olivia needs him. He might be some kind of knight in shining armor, and don’t we all need one of those!

Thanks to Secret Harbor Press and Net Galley for providing a copy of THE EMPTY CHAIR in exchange for an honest review.

[dondidonde]

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[commentsfromthepeanutgallery1]

This Thanksgiving, I have a challenge for you all. It's simple, smell the roses when you sit down for dinner and be thankful. When you're with your family and friends, enjoy their time and company because you never know who might not make it to the table next year. #CFTPG #Thanksgiving #TheEmptyChair #LoneWolf #RIPJAK #SmellTheRoses #LiveForTheNow https://www.instagram.com/p/BqchWvogzMe/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bva7xnf3n4r7

[iloveplantsandthings]

#theemptychair (at Lewis Residence)

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[mikrofwno]

Ο Sting στο Ηρώδειο 22 & 23 Ιουνίου 2018 !

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Ο Sting στο Ηρώδειο 22 & 23 Ιουνίου 2018 !

Παρασκευή 22 & Σάββατο 23 Ιουνίου ο Sting θα εμφανιστεί στο Ηρώδειο σε δυο εμφανίσεις που θα γραφτούν στην ιστορία! Στον μοναδικής ομορφιάς και ακουστικής χώρο του Ηρωδείου ο παγ��οσμίου φήμης καλλιτέχνης θα προσφέρει στο ελληνικό κοινό δυο βραδιές που όσοι τυχεροί παρευρεθούν θα θυμούνται για καιρό!

Συνθέτης, τραγουδιστής-στιχουργός, ηθοποιός, συγγραφέας και ακτιβιστής, ο Sting γεννήθηκε στο Newcastle της Αγγλίας, πριν μετακομίσει στο Λονδίνο το 1977 και δημιουργήσει τους ThePolice με τους Stewart Copeland και Andy Summers. Η μπάντα κυκλοφόρησε πέντε στούντιο άλμπουμς, κέρδισε έξι βραβεία  Grammy και δύο βραβεία Brits και συμπεριλήφθηκε στοTheRockandRollHallofFameτο 2003.

Όντας ένας από τους πιο ιδιαίτερους σόλο καλλιτέχνες, ο Sting έχει κερδίσει επιπλέον 10 βραβείαGrammy, δύοBrits, έναGoldenGlobe, έναEmmy, τέσσερις υποψηφιότητες γιαOscar(συμπεριλαμβανομένης και της υποψηφιότητας του 2017 για το “TheEmptyChair” από τοJIM: THEJAMESFOLEYSTORY), μια υποψηφιότηταTONY, το βραβείο CenturyAwardτουBillboardMagazine’sκαι το βραβείο PersonoftheYearτουMusiCares το 2004. Μέλος τουSongwriters Hall of Fame,έχει κερδίσει τα βραβεία Kennedy Center Honors, The American Music Award of Merit και πιο πρόσφατα,το The Polar Music Prize.

Το τελευταίο του άλμπουμ, 57th& 9th, κυκλοφόρησε το Νοέμβριοτου 2016, το οποίο ακολούθησε κι  η αναγνωρισμένη από τους κριτικούς περιοδεία 57th& 9thWorldTour, η οποία πρόσφατα έληξε και αποτελούνταν από 115 συναυλίες στη Βόρεια Αμερική, Ασία, Λατινική Αμερική και Ευρώπη.Αφού χαρακτηρίστηκε ως “ένα σόου μοναδικής εμπειρίας” ( από TheVancouverGlobe&Mail), το Sting: LiveAtTheOlympiaParis είναι τώρα διαθέσιμο σε DVD και αποτυπώνει τη ροκ περιοδεία του μουσικού,στο γνωστό συναυλιακό χώρο τον Απρίλιο του 2017.

Κατά τη διάρκεια της ένδοξης καριέρας του, οSting έχει πουλήσει κοντά στα 100 εκατομμύρια άλμπουμ από τη συνολική δουλειά του με τουςThePolice,αλλά και ως σόλο καλλιτέχνης.

O αγαπημένος του ελληνικού κοινού Sting θα εμφανιστεί στο Ωδείο Ηρώδου Αττικού στο πλαίσιο του Φεστιβάλ Αθηνών και Επιδαύρου.

Παρασκευή 22 Ιουνίου 2018

Σάββατο 23 Ιουνίου 2018

2 βραδιές γεμάτες μουσική, 2 βραδιές που θα θυμόμαστε για καιρό

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Η προπώληση θα ξεκινήσει το δεύτερο δεκαπενθήμερο του Ιανουαρίου 2018!

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[carloravaioli]

Prima di dormire #theemptychair #darkroom (presso Atelier Carlo Ravaioli Cervia)

[musingsfromindia-blog]

Battling Demon Armies: An Unfortunate But Necessary Plunge.

*This post contains stories about murder and abuse and might be triggering for people, so read gently or not at all.

Above: The Goddesses Durga and Kali battling the demon, Shimbhu, and his demon armies. Durga (known also as Shakti and Devi) is the divine feminine, the mother, the source of power and life force. Kali, is the destroyer of evil, the goddess of destruction and rebirth. Of change, and of fury.    

This one isn’t easy to write, but it’s time for me to write it. I have jotted only one note in my journal since coming here--a little reminder: Actually see what is, not just what you want to see.

I look back at some of the early posts in this blog and sigh. Mainly because, all this time, I’ve painted a very specific picture; a picture that I wanted others to see, and one that I want to believe. It’s really pretty! And, it isn’t untrue but, unfortunately, it isn’t the whole truth.  

I skirted around the dark, murky, uncomfortable stuff because... I didn’t want to acknowledge it (if you refuse to see something, it doesn’t exist, right?). I also didn’t want to make anyone the icky feeling I get when I actually address some of the stories I’ve heard and things I have seen. But change doesn’t come from painting only a beautiful, rose-tinted picture. It comes from painting the whole picture--dark, light, clear and messy--as honestly and authentically as possible.

I’m not sure if this is just part of growing up but I feel like I can no longer look at the world with eyes like sauce-pans, soaking up only the sunny side of life. The more I experience this world, the harder it gets to look the other way. Moreover, there is another, deeper part of me that doesn’t want to shy away from the uncomfortable stuff anymore. The stuff that makes me so angry I want to flip stone tables and rupture mountains again and again and again.

So, this post is for that part of me. The Shakti in me, I suppose.  

Here goes!

I am angry when I see children so skinny that their skin looks and feels like ash and bones. I am angry knowing that when I give them my spare change, it will most likely be taken from them by adults trying to turn a profit by exploiting their poverty. I am angry when I stop breathing and try to make myself invisible as I walk past groups of rowdy men. I am angry when I think about the fact that the male/female ratio in Rajasthan is 6 to 4 because a daughter’s dowry is too expensive here for poor families, so they just abort or murder their baby girls--because it’s too much a hassle. I am tired of seeing women shrink, everywhere. I am tired of hearing stories about abuse over and over and over again. 

Last week, I asked my friend about our beloved little rickshaw driver, Aveet*.

“Oh...” she said seriously. “He’s probably dead.”

She then told me this story… (*I’ve changed some of the names of the people involved out of respect).

Our friend, Kavya, was the top Kalbelia dancer of her tribe. Not only that, she was the protege of a world renowned Rajasthani folk troupe here. Kavya was the softest, most graceful dancer I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting. She could bend herself over backwards and pick up rings with her eyes, her arms and body turned to snakes when she danced, and when she put on her full white Kalbelia regalia, it was like a deity entered the room. She mesmerized everyone around her. She was one of the first people I met when I came to Udaipur. 

One night, about a year ago, she was on her way to a performance when a deranged member of her tribe stabbed her to death in plain sight. 

I had heard this version of the story. It’s what prompted Joel and Raj to start Fighting for Change--a program which teaches free martial-arts self defense courses for women of every age and caste (the program Gandhi’s grandson endorsed). 

Kavya’s death sparked a huge shift in the people of Udaipur, but here’s the part of the story I hadn’t heard...

There were about twelve people who saw Kavya’s murder. Aveet was among them. He had driven her in his rickshaw and when the stabbing took place, he ran away. He hasn’t been seen since and people have speculated that he was murdered too, to keep the silence. Also, hold on a minute... Twelve people witnessed a young girl being stabbed to death and no one did anything to stop it? Not only that... You would assume that a man who stabs a woman in plain sight in the center of a city (with twelve+ witnesses at hand) would be condemned to at least some kind of imprisonment or punishment or something, right?

Nope! The dude walked. His lawyer paid off and/or threatened all the witnesses, and Kavya’s murderer walked. [Correction: since this post was written, the murderer has been put in jail, although there is not yet a verdict on what his long-term sentence will be.]  

These two little goddesses used to run through the streets of Udaipur snapping pictures like this with unassuming tourists. I took this photo in 2012, and have used it on many occasions, to demonstrate my magical, vibrant, happy travels in India. I have since learned that they were child prostitutes, and the money they collected went to their traffickers. Neither has been seen in years.  

Every day, I see and hear more stories like this about systemic violence--against women, against children, against people who are poor or unaware of how deeply unjust the world is. 

If it sounds like I’m just painting an unpleasant image of India here, check yourself, buddy. There is nothing worse than seeing and hearing something inconvenient or uncomfortable and blaming it on someone else, or somewhere else. The moment we start distancing or separating ourselves from others--that is the moment our humanity dies. We all know this. 

But we still do it. “Othering” is easy, especially when issues are not right in front of our face. I think maybe that’s what makes India so remarkable: Everything is in sight, always. You can’t forget. But know that awful stories like these ones are happening everywhere, and they have been for a very, very long time. (Currently, an estimated 15,000 people are trafficked in the US, every year alone. To mention ONE of the issues at hand.) Here in India, it’s just out in the open, juxtaposed by so much vibrancy and beauty that sometimes you can just overlook all the dark stuff. I did it for years. 

The issue with looking at the full picture, of course, is that the world suddenly becomes very complicated. It becomes hard to just say that what I am doing is good, or bad, or useful. I hem and haw daily over the value of what I am doing here in India. I eat three giant meals a day and am being waited on by servants (I literally have a servant. I haven’t done a dish,  washed my clothes, or cooked a meal in weeks). 

All the feel-good, productive, fulfilling social justice work I do is marred by the discomfort of my inherent agency and unintended status in this world. The truth is that I am just as scared and uncomfortable about my privilege as is anyone who has the luxury of being concerned about privilege. At the same time, I feel more fierce, sensitive and defensive of my role as a woman here than I ever have before.   

I guess that’s kind of the point: I am furious at all the systems in place--globally and socially--that make this world so goddamn unfair.

I’m not ranting aimlessly here. The intention here is to get people thinking about this stuff too. The good news is that I am not alone here, at all. So many people are speaking up about injustice, abuse, and violence. It’s actually kind of amazing. So, I’m just adding my voice to the mix. More fuel for the fire! 

Even if these words are just words right now, they are part of the conversation that needs to be happening everywhere. The conversation that paints the whole picture, not just the pretty one. The conversation that says “Let’s rupture mountains and face those demon armies, grow twelves arms, stick out our tongues, and expel the parts of ourselves which have been taught to shrink in the face of discomfort.”

It’s okay to read this gently. Perhaps, just start with an openness to actually see what is, not just what you want to see. And then... not shy away from how those things make you feel. And then, little by little--like dipping your toes into the water--you can add your voice to the conversation too (if you haven’t already), and soon, enough people will be talking that those big scary demon armies won’t look so scary and the plunge might actually feel kinda good. 

[confessionfilm]

“Canon Law has a core theme of avoiding scandal,” Rosenberg said. “So when the church faces scandal, it will take steps that it feels are appropriate based on its own teachings to avoid notoriety and attention. It’s part of an understood history, culturally speaking.”

[thedustyrebel]

35 Bill Cosby Accusers

FLOOD continues to keep attention on the growing number of women who have come forward with sexual assault accusations against Bill Cosby. Here Fat Albert—a beloved character created by Cosby in 1972—holds the very powerful New York Magazine​ cover story which collected accounts from 35 women.

More photos: Flood, Street Art, Political Street Art

[elonjames]

I'm getting really tired of men, especially BLACK men who are so anti-cop, anti-court system but soon as a woman speaks up about her assault then it's all "But what about the law? Innocent until proven guilty!" Kill the bullshit. We know statistically that sexual assault victims for the most part don't make false claims. Statistics range between 2% and 8%. But let's go big. Let's say 10% of all sexual assault accusations are false.

That means if 100 women filed accusations then 90 of them would be telling the truth. So because White supremacy paints us as violent criminals you'd rather ignore Women suffering this abuse and trauma because WE MAY be falsely accused and OMG RACISM. I'd rather continue fighting anti-blackness and calling out systemic racism AND support victims of sexual assault than adhering to a false narrative based on racist fear.

And maybe this ain't about racism at all. Maybe this is about men in general having to have that uncomfortable conversation with themselves about whether they may have sexually assaulted women in their life.

Yeah.