Things I have been thinking about.
Jun. 30th, 2009 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
supermouseThis is relevant to my interests.. A comic pointer about discussing Muslims online. The introduction:
These are scary times. Without asking your permission, Muslims are daring to write articles, create films, develop radio programs, and produce art that unabashedly celebrates the complex and textured role Islam plays in their lives. They say Islamic feminism is alive and well; that they’re perfectly capable of saving themselves thank you very much, that they aren’t a monolithic lot, and their identity as Muslims isn’t their only influencer. Concerned? Enjoy the tip sheet below and tell those people exactly what you think. After all, who needs thoughtful, community building dialogue anyway?.
I thank Spiralsheep for yet again posting snaffleable links that I can rip off and present as my own discoveries.
To prove that I *can* find links by myself, I dug out this poem which is a nice reply to the Muslim-Dress-Equals-Subjugation cadre. (Actually, I was just browsing poems in general, but this one is relevant to recent discussions).
Taking a sudden swing off into the realms of the creepy (and crawly) is this link regarding intestinal worms and the immune system. I haven't had worms lately, but if I did, and wasn't living in a shared house, I'd be tempted to just let the next lot be and see what effect, if any, they have on my CFS/ME. As a child, I used to quite enjoy those rare but inevitable occasions of having poo that waved at me. It's nice to think that they might have been doing me some good, before I poisoned them with not-at-all-raspberry-flavour antihelminthics.
And then, creepier still is the poemEat Me by Patience Agbabi, writer also of Wife of Bafa, a recasting of the Wife of Bath from Chaucer as a modern Nigerian woman. Just to clarify, I don't find the latter poem creepy at all. The first, though... eep. It's all kinds of wrong but so beautifully written.
These are scary times. Without asking your permission, Muslims are daring to write articles, create films, develop radio programs, and produce art that unabashedly celebrates the complex and textured role Islam plays in their lives. They say Islamic feminism is alive and well; that they’re perfectly capable of saving themselves thank you very much, that they aren’t a monolithic lot, and their identity as Muslims isn’t their only influencer. Concerned? Enjoy the tip sheet below and tell those people exactly what you think. After all, who needs thoughtful, community building dialogue anyway?.
I thank Spiralsheep for yet again posting snaffleable links that I can rip off and present as my own discoveries.
To prove that I *can* find links by myself, I dug out this poem which is a nice reply to the Muslim-Dress-Equals-Subjugation cadre. (Actually, I was just browsing poems in general, but this one is relevant to recent discussions).
Taking a sudden swing off into the realms of the creepy (and crawly) is this link regarding intestinal worms and the immune system. I haven't had worms lately, but if I did, and wasn't living in a shared house, I'd be tempted to just let the next lot be and see what effect, if any, they have on my CFS/ME. As a child, I used to quite enjoy those rare but inevitable occasions of having poo that waved at me. It's nice to think that they might have been doing me some good, before I poisoned them with not-at-all-raspberry-flavour antihelminthics.
And then, creepier still is the poemEat Me by Patience Agbabi, writer also of Wife of Bafa, a recasting of the Wife of Bath from Chaucer as a modern Nigerian woman. Just to clarify, I don't find the latter poem creepy at all. The first, though... eep. It's all kinds of wrong but so beautifully written.
