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Doug Aitken Takes His Art To The Pacific Ocean With Underwater Sculptures

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Doug Aitken is planning an ambitious installation on the floor of the Pacific Ocean. To coincide with his survey exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles, Aitken will moor temporary sculptures to the ocean floor.


“Underwater Pavilions” will consist of three geometric sculptures, with partly mirrored exteriors, that swimmers and scuba divers will be able to swim through. They’ll be installed at Catalina Island, 22 miles south of LA.



The artist aims to call attention to the marine environment partly as a call for better conservation. The sculpture is being produced in partnership with MOCA LA and Parley for the Oceans, which aims to harness the power of the arts to raise awareness of threats to the health of the oceans.


“When we talk about the oceans and we look at the radical disruption we’ve created within the sea, we’re not quite aware yet how much that’s going to affect us and our lives on land,” said the artist in a press announcement. “The ramifications of that are immense. This is one thing which cannot be exaggerated.”


Doug Aitken: Electric Earth” opens at MOCA LA’s Geffen Contemporary venue on September 10; his first North American survey, it will include some 20 years of his video installations as well as collages, drawings, and other media.


The marine sculptures provide an aquatic counterpoint to a long tradition of Land Art that emerged in the American West with artists like Michael Heizerand Robert Smithson.


While “Underwater Pavilions” seems sure to be a sensation, Aitken isn’t the first artist to take his work under the water’s surface. Berlin artist Trevor Paglen led a scuba mission to the ocean floor off of Fort Lauderdale, Florida, in December 2015, to see the fiber-optic cables that power the internet, a trip this writer participated in.


Aitken also joins other organizations focused on the health of the oceans. Philanthropist and art collector Francesca von Habsburg’s Vienna-based foundation, Thyssen-Bornemisza Art Contemporary (TBA21), also aims to explore ecological concerns with a long-term “Oceans Pavilion,” to be erected in Venice, perhaps as early as summer 2017.


“We are at war with the oceans,” said Parley for the Oceans founder Cyrill Gutsch. “If we win, we lose it all. Art has the power to direct all eyes on the oceans, in the oceans, and make its protection a creative collaboration.”


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Michelle Obama Moved To Tears After Hearing Young Poets Read Their Work

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WASHINGTON ― First Lady Michelle Obama was moved to tears after hearing a group of young poets share their work at the White House on Thursday.


Standing underneath a portrait of Abraham Lincoln in the State Dining Room, the five 2016 National Student Poets read their work as Obama sat in the audience listening. Their poems touched on a wide range of subjects, including the effects of Hurricane Katrina, the loss of a native language and the false pretenses of religious radicalism.


After the Class of 2016 read their work, poets who had the honor in previous years gave a group performance on how the National Student Poets Program had changed them. 


When it was over, Obama came to the lectern and said, “I’m going to cry.”


“If we ever wonder whether what we do makes a difference, it does,” she said, holding back tears. “Thank you, everyone, for all of this, thank you guys, I’m so proud of you.”


During her introductory remarks, Obama spoke about the power of poetry, even reminding the students that before Lin-Manuel Miranda opened the hit musical “Hamilton,” he performed a number from the show at a White House poetry event in 2009.


For the first time, the annual event for the National Student Poets also highlighted the work of the Spoken Word Ambassador Program, meant to “recognize students who demonstrate an exceptional ability to tell stories, to critically and creatively analyze their worlds, and to present that information in a way that is accessible to large and diverse audiences,” according to the White House.


Obama said the students were “living, breathing proof of the power of poetry to transform people’s lives.”


“We all know that being a kid today can be a little hard. It can be tough, especially when you’re a teenager and you’re dealing with emotions and experiences that can be overwhelming, to say the least,” she said. “It’s tempting at this age to just close down and shut out the rest of the world, especially when the world can feel so ugly at times. But for so many people, poetry can help them open up.”


The National Student Poets Program recognizes five poets in grades 10 and 11 and their original work each year. The program’s website describes it as “the country’s highest honor for young poets.” Obama said Thursday that the program had received over 70,000 submissions and chosen 20 poets since 2011.

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How These Indigenous Rappers Are Using Hip-Hop To Preserve Their Language

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They say music is the universal language of mankind, but Brayan and Dario Tascón are hoping music will help preserve their own language. 


The duo’s hip-hop group, Linaje Originarios, is the subject of an AJ+ video posted Sept. 2. What sets Brayan and Dario, both from Valparaíso, Colombia, apart as artists is that they rap in Emberá, an endangered language, in the hopes of passing it on to younger generations of the embera people, which reside in the northwestern region of Colombia. Embera communities can also be found in Panama.


“We sing in our language to teach the children [in our community,]” Dario says in the video. “So the children don’t forget our culture, our language.”  


But their music isn’t just enjoyed by their community. The rappers perform in big cities and even make music videos that can be found on YouTube. Check out one of them below, for their song “Hijos indigenas” (”Indigenous Sons”):





Watch the AJ+ video above and learn more their music and why the also write songs for peace. 

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Artist Reenacts 19th-Century Portraits To Topple The 'Strong Black Woman' Stereotype

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In 1843, Sarah Forbes Bonetta was born a princess of the Egbado clan of Nigeria’s Yoruba people. However, when she was 4 years old, her entire family was killed in a slave raid, and King Gezo, the most infamous slave trading monarch in West Africa, took her as prisoner. Shortly after, a British commander named Frederick Forbes suggested Gezo give Bonetta to Queen Victoria as a diplomatic gift. “She would be a present from the King of the Blacks to the Queen of the Whites,” he said.


Thanks to this bizarre turn of events, Bonetta wound up at Windsor Castle in 1850. The Queen, impressed with Bonetta’s intelligence and musical talents, declared the girl her goddaughter and agreed to take on her educational expenses. Until her death in 1880, Bonetta lived among the British middle class ― ostensibly happy, or, at least, financially comfortable. Her story is often framed as a bizarre sort of fairytale, of a woman saved from horrific circumstances and plopped into a life of luxury. 


When London-based contemporary artist Heather Agyepong learned Bonetta’s story, it touched her on two levels. First, due to the lack of visibility of black diasporas predating the 1940s, Agyepong was surprised that there were black people in Britain in the 19th century. “It was both overwhelming and embarrassing as I was a little ashamed I didn’t know that the diaspora has been around for over 500 years,” she explained to The Huffington Post. 


But Agyepong’s fascination with Bonetta went deeper. She found herself wondering, despite the happily-ever-after tone that normally accompanies Bonetta’s life story, how she really felt inside. What would it be like to lose your entire family and live in a world so different from the one you once knew? “How can a black woman living in Victorian Britain within the realms of aristocracy have such an pleasant experience?” Agyepong asked.



Agyepong scrutinized the formal portraits of Bonetta ― dressed in a gown, bonnet and pearls ― in which she appeared regal, composed and in control. But how much could she really glean from a sepia-toned, posed portrait anyway? “Her portraits reminded me of the way some black women feel they need to compose themselves in such a way that suits others but not ourselves,” Agyepong continued.  


As a young black woman living in London, Agyepong’s experiences traveling throughout Europe have been tainted by discrimination and abuse, from strangers on the street laughing at her to soliciting her for sex. Some of this assault stems from the historical sexualization of black women’s bodies. “I could be wearing a huge polo, wool jumper, boyfriend jeans and trainers and some creep would still look at me like a prostitute,” Agyepong said. “It’s ingrained.” 


All women, but especially women of color, learn to walk in the world acknowledging that some view them as sexual objects before human beings. Another fallacy that permeates Western culture ― less directly damaging but perhaps more insidious ― is the myth of the “strong black woman.” Although women of color have certainly displayed tremendous strength to endure the injustices that shape their daily lives, the surface compliment can easily metamorphose to imply black women don’t feel pain, or black women don’t need help. 


“I started to reimagine, well, maybe she suffered from the same struggles I have, maybe she pretended things were all right when they weren’t,” Agyepong expressed.



In a series titled “Too Many Blackamoors,” Agyepong inserts herself into Bonetta’s narrative, recreating her 19th-century portraits with her own image. The title takes its name from a 16th-century letter distributed throughout Elizabethan England, which called for mayors and sheriffs, under the Queen’s will, to expel superfluous “blackamoors” from the land. 


At first, Agyepong’s portraits look like they were plucked straight out of the 1800s. Look closer, however, and certain contemporary details come into view ― Doc Martin boots, Peter Fryer’s 1984 book Staying Power: The History of Black People in BritainAgyepong’s process, technically referred to as “Re-enactment Phototherapy,” is inspired by the work of two phototherapists, Rosy Martin and Jo Spence, who explored the relationship between photography, memory and identity by deconstructing the self-portrait. 


“I reimagined my own struggles, worries and insecurities onto Bonetta in order to allow myself to reflect, relive and possibly heal from those traumas,” Agyepong said. “I also really wanted other black women to share the experience with me, maybe evoke a cathartic experience whilst looking at the images to encourage a dialogue not just between others but between themselves.” 



Through the project, the artist hopes to dismantle the stereotype of the strong black woman, or at least make space for nuance, complexity and dissent. Agyepong spoke of the images in conjunction with her own struggles with mental health, her reluctance to reach out for help because “I felt it didn’t fit the image of what I saw a black woman to be. All the talk about mental health was around white women so I thought, well, I can’t be depressed.”


Black women are burdened with innumerable weights and anxieties each and every day. As Jenna Wortham recently wrote in The New York Times, in reference to recent incidents of police violence against black people: “All the rage and mourning and angst works to exhaust you; it eats you alive with its relentlessness. These slayings obey no humane logic. They force you to reconcile your own helplessness in the face of such brutal injustice, and the terrifying reality that it could happen to you, or someone you hold dear.”


In addition to living with the threat of brutal injustice, enough to make anyone anxious or depressed, women of color are left out of the larger conversation regarding mental health. The subject, for many, remains stigmatized and out of reach. “It seems like for generations, black women have hardly been included in conversations about mental well-being and, to be honest, I’m just over it,” Agyepong said.



Some of Agyepong’s photos are currently on view as part of the group exhibition “Unmasked Women,” which grapples with the current state of black mental health for young women in the United Kingdom.


The show’s curator Nicole Krystal Crentsil spoke to The Huffington Post about the difficulty of seeking help from therapists who are not a part of, or educated about, the black experience. “Some therapists are not aware of what it’s like to be brought up with racial oppressions and institutionalized pressures,” she said. “They think talking to your mum would solve all your issues.”


Agyepong, along with nine other young women artists, contributed their work in order to show young black women in the U.K. and beyond that they are not alone, that it’s OK to not be OK. “I’m sick of internalizing traumas, sick of pretending to make someone else feel comfortable whilst others can live free with their belly hanging out,” Agyepong said.


“I just want to live as carefree as possible and bring whoever is around me with me. We need to dig ourselves out of these boxes as black women because as someone who has come out from the other side of mental health issues I feel that I owe it to them to speak up for the women who are still suffering in silence. I just want to leave the viewer empowered in whatever way I can; to feel release, ease, a sigh of relief.”


Too Many Blackamoors,” commissioned by Autograph ABP, will go on view as part of “Visible:In,” during Art Licks weekend, from Sept. 29–Oct. 2, at Seen Fifteen in London. 


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These 50 American Slang Words Are In Danger Of Disappearing

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We’re constantly hearing about saving eagles or giant pandas from extinction, but we rarely hear about words.


Electric Literature reported on a campaign launched to help preserve a strange, yet wildly entertaining list of “endangered” regional American words and phrases. 


After all, we can’t lose our sonsy supple-sawneys! 


The list of words and phrases was compiled by the Dictionary of American Regional English (DARE). DARE has been working on this project since 1965, when they conducted nearly 3,000 face-to-face interviews with individuals across the U.S. to map all the variations of dialect across the states, according to the Guardian. 



After carefully selecting the words they believe are “on the cusp of extinction,” DARE partnered with podcasting platform Acast. The plan: The hosts of the programs on Acast’s network will use the words during their shows, influence their millions of listeners, and bring said words back into vocabularies around the nation.


Thomas Daly’s history podcast “American Biography” is one of the first to take on the endeavor, so listen carefully and “be on one’s beanwater.”


Without further ado, here are the 50 endangered words and phrases:


Barn burner: a wooden match that can be struck on any surface. Chiefly Pennsylvania, southern New Jersey and Maryland.


Bat hide: a dollar bill. Chiefly southwest.


Be on one’s beanwater: to be in high spirits, feel frisky. Chiefly New England.


Bonnyclabber: thick, sour milk. Chiefly north Atlantic.


Counterpin: a bedspread. Chiefly south and south midland.


Croker sack: a burlap bag. Chiefly Gulf states, south Atlantic.


Cuddy: a small room, closet, or cupboard.


Cup towel: a dish towel. Chiefly Texas, inland south region.


Daddock: rotten wood, a rotten log. Chiefly New England.


Dish wiper: a dish towel. Chiefly New England.


Dozy: of wood, decaying. Chiefly north-east, especially Maine.


Dropped egg: a poached egg. Chiefly New England.


Ear screw: an earring. Chiefly Gulf States, lower Mississippi Valley.


Emptins: homemade yeast used as starter in bread. Chiefly New England, upstate New York.


Farmer match: a wooden match than can be struck on any surface. Chiefly upper Midwest, Great Lakes region, New York, West Virginia.


Fleech: to coax, wheedle, flatter. South Atlantic.


Fogo: An offensive smell. Chiefly New England.


Frog strangler: a heavy rain. Chiefly south, south midland.


Goose drownder: a heavy rain. Chiefly midland.


I vum: I swear, I declare. Chiefly New England.


Larbo: a type of candy made of maple syrup on snow. New Hampshire.


Last button on Gabe’s coat: the last bit of food. Chiefly south, south midland.


Leader: a downspout or roof gutter. Chiefly New York, New Jersey.


Nasty-neat: overly tidy. Scattered usage, but especially northeast.


Parrot-toed: pigeon-toed. Chiefly mid-Atlantic, south Atlantic.


Pin-toed: pigeon-toed. Especially Delaware, Maryland, Virginia.


Popskull: cheap or illegal whiskey. Chiefly southern Appalachians.


Pot cheese: cottage cheese. Chiefly New York, New Jersey, northern Pennsylvania, Connecticut.


Racket store: a variety store. Particularly Texas.


Sewing needle: a dragonfly. Especially Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Massachusetts.


Shat: a pine needle. Chiefly Delaware, Maryland, Virginia.


Shivering owl: a screech owl. Chiefly south Atlantic, Gulf states.


Skillpot: a turtle. Chiefly District of Columbia, Maryland, Virginia, West Virginia.


Sonsy: cute, charming, lively. Scattered.


Spill: a pine needle. Chiefly Maine.


Spin street yarn: to gossip. Especially New England.


Spouty: of ground: soggy, spongy. Scattered.


Suppawn: corn meal mush. Chiefly New York.


Supple-sawney: a homemade jointed doll that can be made to “dance”. Scattered.


Tacker: a child, especially a little boy. Delaware, Maryland, New Jersey, eastern Pennsylvania.


Tag: a pine needle. Chiefly Virginia.


To bag school: to play hooky. Chiefly Pennsylvania, New Jersey.


Tow sack: a burlap bag. Chiefly south, south midland, Texas, Oklahoma.


Trash mover: a heavy rain. Chiefly mid-Atlantic, south Atlantic, lower Mississippi Valley.


Tumbleset: a somersault. Chiefly south-east, Gulf states; also north-east.


Wamus: a men’s work jacket. Chiefly north-central, Pennsylvania.


Whistle pig: a groundhog, also known as woodchuck. Chiefly Appalachians.


Winkle-hawk: a three-cornered tear in cloth. Chiefly Hudson Valley, New York.


Work brittle: eager to work. Chiefly midland, especially Indiana.


Zephyr: a light scarf. Scattered.

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This Photo Says Everything About Being A Ballerina Of Color Today

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Today is paint day. #keepingbusyformysanity

A photo posted by Chyrstyn Mariah Fentroy (@chyrstynmariah) on




In a scene from the ballet documentary “First Position,” the camera focuses for a moment on the mother of Sierra-Leone-born dancer Michaela DePrince. Tutu in hand, Elaine DePrince performs a seemingly innocuous task ― the painting of her black daughter’s tutus and straps. She carefully applies brown dye to every inch of the formerly pale costumery, making sure to touch up the remaining white bits with a dark Sharpie.


In a world where ballerinas are expected to know how to pull their hair back in pristine buns, sew their pointe shoes into perfection, and otherwise manipulate their bodies and accessories to adapt to predetermined ideals, painting tutus might read to outsiders as but another dance ritual. If everyone had to do it. But in a world simultaneously dominated by white bodies, a world that has only recently witnessed the rise of a major ballet company’s first female African-American principal dancer (Misty Copeland) and harbors a history of subtle racism within its institutions, the act of painting a “neutral” tutu becomes a reminder to those inside and outside studio halls of the specific obstacles ballerinas of color face today.


Last week, Chyrstyn Fentroy, a member of the Dance Theatre of Harlem, posted a photo to Instagram (featured above) ― an in-process shot of her painting a pair of “nude” pointe shoes to match her skin tone. It was reminiscent of a video Eric Underwood, a soloist at The Royal Ballet, posted to his Instagram last year, showing him applying powder pigment to his own shoes.




In a caption accompanying his video, Underwood pleaded for dancewear companies to introduce more than one flesh tone into their ballet shoe inventories. When he posted the photo, he was not able to buy anything but that traditional “ballet slipper” pink. “Not being able to buy shoes is a reminder that you are an anomaly and that you aren’t given the same consideration as other dancers,” fellow dancer Brooklyn Mack explained to the BBC after Underwood’s post. 


Fentroy, who is currently nursing an injury, wrote in her photo’s caption: “Today is paint day,” including the hashtag #keepingbusyformysanity. When asked why she posted the image, she explained to The Huffington Post over email that she wanted to give fans a glimpse of her process as a professional dancer. A part of that process, she noted, involves applying a flesh-colored acrylic paint ― created specifically for her by the Dance Theatre of Harlem’s wardrobe team ― to her pointe shoes.


“Currently, to my knowledge, there are not any pointe shoe companies that create shoes in flesh tones,” she added. “I have seen pointe shoes made in red and black before, but those are the only pre-made colors that I have come across. Sometimes certain companies will have different shades of pink, but none that I have seen are far off from the normal color.”



@henryleutwyler

A photo posted by Misty Copeland (@mistyonpointe) on




The “normal color,” of course, is a shade similar to the Essie nail polish titled “ballet slippers.” Like the beauty and fashion industries, dancewear companies tend to use the term “nude” to refer only to pale tones. 


Those pale or pink tones pose an obvious problem for dancers of color. While white dancers can wear the default “nude” tights, leotards and shoes to maintain consistent lines as they bend their torsos and limbs into standard ballet configurations, dancers of color are forced to turn to paints that dull the shine of their shoes, or other imperfect solutions like shoe polish and makeup, to achieve the same results.


“If I wear pink shoes, because my skin is not anywhere near the same color, the image I see seems choppy and isn’t as appealing to look at,” Fentroy explained. “I love having flesh tone shoes and I really do think that no matter what your skin color is, having shoes that create one continuous line from the top of your leg to the tip of your toe allows the audience to focus on all of the beautiful things your body has as a ballet dancer and not focus on what you are wearing.”



Pointe Prep. Get well soon @chyrstynmariah! We adore you! #pointeshoes #chyrstynfentroy #dth #dancersareathletes

A photo posted by Brown Girls Do Ballet® (@browngirlsdoballet) on




Still, for some dancers of color, abandoning the historic pink outfit in favor of other “unconventional” flesh tones can be difficult. In a blog post for Brown Girls Do Ballet, ballerina Selena Robinson weighed her options between the brown tights that match her skin tone or the pink ones most other ballerinas don. Wearing the pink, many dancers point out, is a part of maintaining uniformity among the corps de ballet dancers meant to perform in sync.


“Whether I stick to tradition and wear pink or channel Dance Theatre of Harlem and wear brown,” she wrote, “I just want to be comfortable in my beautiful brown skin and dance for myself.”


The Dance Theatre of Harlem, a company historically comprised of African-American and other racially diverse artists, is known for encouraging various flesh-colored tights, leotards and shoes, and as Fentroy’s photo shows, the company provides unique paints that match each dancer’s skin. Fentroy ― who grew up with the understanding that pointe shoes are pink and “that’s how it was” ― says she’s never been criticized for wearing pink shoes today, though. 


“Every school and company has a different practice for what their dancers do with their pointe shoes,” she said. “I think that many schools that are predominantly [comprised of] dancers of color are beginning to practice the idea of having flesh-colored shoes, but not all. At Dance Theatre of Harlem, it is standard for the company members to always have flesh-colored shoes and tights, and it is a part of the dress code for students.” 



Congratulations to our Summer Intensive students who performed with our company members!!! We are so proud of you! #DanceTheatreofHarlem

A photo posted by Dance Theatre of Harlem (@dancetheatreofharlem) on




While Fentroy has noticed an increased interest in flesh-colored shoes among dancers of color, she’s yet to find a company that’s officially capitalized on the demand. Earlier this year, ballet shoe manufacturer Bloch announced that it was working on a series of slippers for non-white dancers, but they have yet to hit the market. (For the record, Misty Copeland wears Bloch Axiom shoes. We reached out to Copeland to ask where she purchases her shoes, and whether or not she paints her own pairs, but we have yet to hear back.)


Leotards and tights are available through speciality manufacturers, but Fentroy and other dancers of color continue to paint their shoes ― on top of sewing their ribbons and elastics into place, cutting their shanks to size, gluing their pointe tips and dousing their pairs in water until they reflect the unique arcs of their feet. Ultimately, every ballerina is beholden to the rituals of keeping pointe shoes. But only dancers of color are required to go an extra step.


When megastars like Misty Copeland, “a little brown-skinned girl in a sea of whiteness,” are still regarded as “unlikely” ballerinas, the simple act of painting a shoe to make convention conform to you becomes something more potent. It becomes a reminder that ballet has a long way to go.


“I am greatly looking forward to the day when pointe shoes are created in multiple skin tones,” Fentroy concluded, “and I do think that day will come soon.”

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Every Person Behind This Music Festival Is A Woman. Here's Why That Matters.

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Two women are trying to make a dent in the glaring gender gap in music festival lineups.


Producer Audrey Joseph and DJ Leah Jackson, known by her stage name Ms. Jackson, are bringing a one-day all-female electronic music festival, TogetherFest, to the Armory in San Francisco this fall. The festival will feature DJs including Brazzabelle, Dani Deahl, Little Boots and more. 


“We have this opportunity to really showcase women’s talents and create a space for people of all genders to come and watch great music together,” Jackson told The Huffington Post. 


Over half (51 percent) of the 32 million people who attend music festivals each year are women. Unfortunately, the demographics on stage are very different.


In a recent data analysis, The Huffington Post found that an overwhelming majority of festival line-ups are male. Out of 10 of the most popular American music festivals, male acts made up anywhere from 66 percent to 93 percent of all performers. 



What makes TogetherFest so unique is that it’s not just the performers who are female ― the entire event will be run by women. From the stagehands to the bartenders, sound engineers and security, the festival is truly an all-female production. 


“We want women who are talented, excited and who share that belief that women deserve a safe space and community,” Jackson said. “That doesn’t exist anywhere else.” 


The Huffington Post spoke with Jackson about the inspiration behind TogetherFest, sexism in the music industry and what she hopes the audience will take away from the all-female festival. 


What inspired you and Audrey Joseph to create TogetherFest?


I’ve had the idea for a female-only-focused event in San Francisco for about 5 or 6 years. And then last year my partner, Audrey Joseph, and I connected when she started working at the Armory. We came to realize that there is no music festival on the west coast that has an all-female-focused performance base. After we came to that realization, we really dove into doing our research about the problem that does exist in the music industry, including night life and music festivals. It’s a huge problem, it’s glaring ― and no one’s doing anything about it.


When Audrey and I finally sat down to put our vision together for this festival, we realized we want to fix that problem. I think the inspiration really came from the fact that we wanted to help fix such a major issue in our industry and in our world. Audrey has always been a big advocate for women’s rights and has been producing events for the past 25 years in San Francisco. She’s a risk-taker and we’re both making a statement by doing this event because it’s the first music event for the Armory’s reopening. It’s pretty awesome that we get to advocate for women in the first event in the space.


Why do you think there’s such a large gender gap at music festivals?


It follows the problem of sexism in our world in general, and the larger problem of sexism within the music industry as a whole. I think that the majority of people who are running the industry are male. When I was growing up, just starting my career in radio, that gender divide was just as alarming back then as it is now. I don’t think there’s been a real change. Men control the majority of the music business. There’s been some progress in the last 20 years, but from my personal experience ― working in music, being a DJ and also working in nightlife ― the change hasn’t been big enough. Audrey and I are both females and we’re going to be running the production and putting this entire event together as women. I think it’s a small move when you take a look at the big picture, but we’re nonetheless trying to initiate change.



Sexism in the music industry seems to be this systemic issue that hasn’t really made much notable progress in the last few decades.


We’re not trying to come across that we don’t support men in music. That’s definitely not the purpose of this. It is very apparent that there’s an issue of sexism within festivals and music, but I think there’s a space that can exist ― especially in the Bay Area ― that can really focus on women. Part of our lineup is LGBT, which represents the Bay Area really equally. I’m a fan of all music. We have this opportunity to really showcase women’s talents and create a space for people of all genders to come and watch great music together.



I think for this specific industry ― because it’s so male-focused ― an event like this really does open up so many more doors for women.
Leah Jackson


I think it goes back to the idea that women need safe spaces for a reason, but it doesn’t mean that men and allies aren’t allowed into those spaces. I read that most of the people behind the festival ― sound engineers, stagehands, bartenders, etc. ― are women?


In addition to the performers, we’re actually hiring only women. Our bartenders are going to be women, our vendors are companies that are founded or created by women all around the Bay Area. That’s the community that we want to bring into the event. We want this to be a place that allows young girls to be like, “Wow, I could be a sound engineer,” or “I could be a stagehand or do security.” 


We want women who are talented, excited and who share that belief that women deserve a safe space and community. That doesn’t exist anywhere else, and I think for this specific industry ― because it’s so male-focused ― an event like this really does open up so many more doors for women. 


Watch a teaser for TogetherFest below and continue reading below.  





Have you experienced sexism as a DJ or just working in the music industry in general?


I’ve been really lucky, I don’t remember anything specifically sexist. There’s been a few times when I’m DJing and people have said, “Wow, you’re a really good DJ.” And it’s a funny comment because in my head I’m always like, “Well, what does that mean? Are you surprised that a female DJ can be good?” It’s kind of like a unicorn thing, people will be like “I’ve just never seen a female DJ before.” It does make you feel good and special that I’m standing out but first and foremost I’m a DJ, I’m not a female DJ. I’m just a DJ.


What do you hope the future of TogetherFest will be?


Our future is to grow this out as much as possible. Hopefully we can have the event in different cities around the country, and feature artists from those areas and communities. How amazing would it be to have TogetherFest in New York or LA or Chicago or Atlanta? Our goal is to be able to reach those female artists around the country that might not have the opportunity to perform on big stages and bring them to a wider audience. It’s an opportunity to serve the underserved. 


This interview has been edited and condensed. 


TogetherFest will take place at the SF Armory on Oct. 8. To learn more about the festival or to buy ticketshead to their website


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Senior Couple Breaks World Record For Most Tattoos On The Body

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Charlotte Guttenberg, 67, says that when she got her first tattoo 10 years ago, her mother thought she had become “a child of the devil.” Today, with tattoos covering 91.5 percent of her body, she’s just been named by Guinness World Records as the most tattooed female senior citizen on the planet.


And the love of her life, Charles “Chuck” Helmke? At age 75, he’s also just been recognized by Guinness as the most tattooed male senior citizen, with 93.75 percent of his body covered in ink.


Chuck got his first tattoo when he was in the U.S. Army, in 1959. After getting a few more tattoos with some army buddies, he went on a 40-year hiatus and did not get another tattoo until 2000. The retired self-defense trainer met Charlotte, an author, in late 2006 as she was getting a fairly substantial tattoo. He kindly sat beside her to help ease her nerves. The two, both from Melbourne, Florida, fell in love and have been together since 2007.


They both say they’re honored to have achieved the Guinness recognition. Charlotte hopes to use her newfound fame to promote mutual respect among tattooed and un-tattooed people.


Huff/Post50 had the pleasure of sitting down with the lively pair Thursday to learn more about their tattoos and, also, their extraordinary life together.


 



Huff/Post50: You both have so many tattoos. Which are your favorites?


Charlotte: Probably the first one I ever got ― a butterfly and peonies on my chest. I had wanted a tattoo for so long but it wasn’t possible because my husband objected. After he passed away, I decided I’d get a tattoo on my birthday. I was 58. It was the beginning of a body suit.


Chuck: Mine is probably the one on my upper left shoulder of two stuffed animals. They were my wife’s favorites. When she died I took the stuffed animals up to the tattoo parlor and they were able to draw them on my arm while also adding my wife’s ashes to the tattoo. It’s very special.


Huff/Post50: You both have been married before and have had spouses who have passed. How is it to find love again at this stage of your life?


Charlotte: I wasn’t looking for another relationship but here was this gift that was given to me and now he is the love of my life.


Chuck: There is nothing to compare to this. I’d only been married to my wife five years when she died and I thought that was the end of it. Then this woman walked into my life and I feel so fortunate to have been loved by two such extraordinary women.


Huff/Post50: So do you plan on getting more tattoos?


Charlotte: Yes. I need to have a few spots done on my head. I’m going to get another one on my neck. My feet are tattooed but my toes are not. I don’t know if I’ll do them. I haven’t quite decided. And there is always maintenance work to do. We really take good care of our tattoos. We use a lot of sunscreen or wear long sleeves when we’re out. We don’t do chlorinated water in pools. Maintenance is so important.


Chuck: I’m debating about my toes, as well. The head and feet were the most painful so far. A few places in my groin area were not too good either. We’ll see.


Huff/Post50: Among your family and friends, was there ever anyone who had a problem with your tattoos?


Charlotte: The only one who has ever had a problem with my tattoos was my mom. She was 78 when I got my first tattoo and she thought I had become a child of the devil. But she has passed on. Everyone else loves them.


Huff/Post50: So what’s next for you two now that you have achieved this recognition?


Charlotte: We are just enjoying being with each other. I always wanted to learn how to shoot a gun and he has taught me. I’m a writer and he now helps me with research on my books.


Chuck: You can’t rest on your laurels. You have to keep everything fresh. You have to keep doing new things. Otherwise, you’ll just be sitting in a rocking chair in an apartment somewhere doing nothing. And that’s not living.


To see more of this extraordinary couple’s tattoos, scroll through the images below. 


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Renowned Artist Floyd Norman Discusses His Half Century At Disney

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What The Art World Can Learn From A Studio For Artists With Developmental Disabilities

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During my five-plus years writing about art for The Huffington Post, certain tired comments seem to rear their ugly heads time and time again: “That’s what counts for art these days?” “My [insert age here]-year-old could do that!” “This is why contemporary art is a joke.” 


You get the picture. 


Yes, this is one way to approach art. Skeptical, hostile, snide. I often wonder how these people land upon my articles, clearly discussing contemporary art, in the first place. Then, naturally, why they took the time to scroll through the entire thing only to leave an unthinking stock comment. I sometimes speculate whether any images might have changed these people’s perspectives and what those images might look like.


I understand that, to those outside the art world’s doors, the whole deal can seem elitist or pretentious. But it’s a snap judgment, and a lazy one at that. Art is as much for the outsider as the insider, if not more so. If there was a way to harness the negativity that those outside the art world often feel in its presence, and then reverse it completely, that is the generous spirit embodied by Brooklyn’s LAND Gallery. The space, a nonprofit program for artists with developmental disabilities, works with 16 adult artists every day, helping them to cultivate and promote their work. 



Spaces like LAND exist around the country, popping up with greater frequency as artists based there continue to gain recognition. (Creative Growth’s Judith Scott is perhaps the most well-known.) These spaces don’t quite exist in the realm of art therapy, in which the creative process serves as a vehicle for physical and mental healing or psychological analysis. Rather, in these studio spaces, the emphasis is on the art itself, not its effects ― though the two categories inevitably blur.


Artists who come to LAND already possess a creative drive ― and a portfolio. They have an artistic appetite that compels them to work at the studio eight hours a day, five days a week. Most already demonstrate a certain style. For example, Michael Pellew draws famed pop culture figures from Selena Gomez to Slash from Guns N’ Roses. Often the celebrities will be pictured queued up in a grid, like criminals in a lineup made entirely of Kardashians.


Newer LAND artist Nicole Appel creates symbolic portraits composed of things her subjects like. LAND co-founder Matthew Murphy showed me Appel’s portrait of him, composed entirely of sardine tins and boxing posters. “I like boxing and sardines,” he said. 



I visited LAND Gallery recently in anticipation of their upcoming exhibition “Blackboard,” conceived of by SHRINE Gallery founder Scott Ogden and curated by Ogden and contemporary artist Austin English. It’s the first in a series of events called LANDLovers that invites artists and curators to engage in dialogue with the studio.


English draws and paints in the space where comics meet fine art. His work is characterized by a certain glutinous anatomy ― like a cartoon character that started to buckle and bulge after spending too much time in the sun. He’s technically an “insider” ― a trained artist who has exhibited in a string of galleries in New York and abroad. But personally, English gravitates toward blurred boundaries and shirked conventions. “The urge to break the rules is completely irresistible,” he told The Huffington Post in an earlier interview. Outsider art has long influenced his aesthetic. 


The nucleus of “Blackboard,” is, well, a blackboard, upon which English joined forces with the LAND artists to create a massive mural that spans an entire gallery wall. There are no rules, no theme, nothing except for a massive blank, black canvas and a spread of chalk. When I visited, the artists were mid-process, some working on personal projects at their desks and occasionally venturing to add to the sprawling collaboration. The idea of a blackboard coincides with LAND’s general tone ― it’s instructive, accessible, banal yet brimming with possibility. 



By chance, an under-the-sea theme was emerging on the board, seemingly incited by a lemon-hued octopus, which then spurred a flock of multicolored, triangular fish. Although each LAND artist works in a radically different style, they collaborate readily, not only sharing the space but expanding upon each other’s images, one artist coloring in another’s skeletal outline. The mural won’t be completed until the day of the exhibition’s opening, Sept. 14, but already I could sense a force pulling the various visual elements together, foreshadowing the tangled mass of color and line to come.  


In conjunction with the blackboard itself, “Blackboard” will feature selected works from all the LAND artists, as chosen by English. “I was just looking for work that could stand on its own,” English explained. The statement echoes the overarching sentiment surrounding spaces like LAND that support artists with disabilities, whose conditions and life stories threaten to overshadow the quality of their creations. 


You’ll notice, however, when perusing LAND’s website, they never describe the afflictions their artists face. Rather, they affirm the work itself, authentically and effusively. “Rudy’s drawings reveal moments of contemplation, reverie, and a gleeful connection to mark making,” reads the description of artist Rudy Bansraj. “Using praying hands and floral arrangements as recurring themes, Rudy has achieved a large body of work with instant public appeal. Full of movement, energy, and unlikely turns, his work is expanding every day at LAND.”



There’s nothing wrong with critiquing art, thoughtfully and openly. Yet there’s something generous and life-affirming about LAND’s spirit, paying close attention to every single artist’s work and accepting it as is, without the promise of progress or commercial success. Without fear of judgment or interference of ego, artists can simply explore the way lines emerge when they put pen to paper, and marvel at the singular beauty of each and every mark.  


English’s art nestles in quite easily amongst the LAND artists, his thawing forms right at home amongst Byron Smith’s graphic faces and Drew Haigler’s scratchy use of color. Regardless of how and why they ended up there, they’re all LAND artists ― accepting each other, supporting each other, pushing each other to make more, more and more. 


The ethos of LAND Gallery is not a mawkish, put-your-feelings-on-the-paper, everything-is-art vibe. Everyone making work under LAND’s guidance is a serious artist who devotes his or her days to creating serious work. Yet LAND’s ungrudging openness toward the artists they foster embodies a constructive spirit that more places ― schools, galleries, or just individuals hovering over their laptops ― should embrace. LAND is a space for outsiders and insiders, which is to say, such distinctions do not hold within its doors.


There will always be comments online condemning the state of contemporary art. But spaces like LAND, which often exist under the radar and outside the conversation, show the vital power of creative expression, and the impression it leaves on both artist and viewer. Perhaps your kids could do something like it, and by all means, they should. 


“Blackboard,” in collaboration with SHRINE Gallery, runs from September 14 until October 18, 2016 at LAND Gallery in Brooklyn. 





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Your Ultimate Feminist Back-To-School Reading List

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Required-reading lists have been under fire recently, with the Common Core diminishing classroom emphasis on literature without real-world relevancy. Fiction with no clear connection to current events ― so, say, Albert Camus’s The Stranger or even The Great Gatsby ― are eschewed in favor of more topical titles.


On the one hand, this presents a curriculum quandary; those books inspired much of today’s writing, and should arguably be read as a foundation for further literary exploration. 


On the other hand, deviating from the canon makes room for writers whose work, despite being both lyrical and influential, is typically ignored. Earlier this year, Yale students protested the white male canon, which loomed large over syllabi, writing that, “a year spent around a seminar table where the literary contributions of women, people of color, and queer folk are absent actively harms all students, regardless of their identity.”


We tend to agree. Which is why we put together an alternative back-to-school reading list ― one that feminist readers can get behind. We’re not suggesting that you ditch Shakespeare, only that you pick up a few books by women and people of color, too. 



Sex Object by Jessica Valenti


Most women can recall, sprinkled amongst the childhood memories of family road trips and sleepover parties, the first time they looked in the mirror and hated what they saw, the first time a man whispered in their ear the things he wished he could do, the first time someone refused to take them seriously because of what they wore. In her memoir, blogger and Feministing co-founder Jessica Valenti retraces her life moving through the world as a sex object first, human being second. Now raising a daughter of her own, Valenti creates a deeply frustrating and moving portrait of a culture that objectifies, belittles and abuses women and then expects them to laugh about it. Priscilla Frank



The Greatest of Marlys by Lynda Barry


If you have yet to discover cartoonist Lynda Barry’s vibrant and emotional comics, let this be your introduction. Marlys is a smart preteen outcast — a character who’s likely to churn up your own mixed feelings about childhood and adolescence that seem to burn brighter each fall. Barry’s vivid depictions of Marlys’ life, and the life of those closest to her, are spot on. You’ll cheer for Marlys and empathize with her embarrassments, just like the supportive adult figure you wished you had when you were her age. ― Jill Capewell



Mr. Fox by Helen Oyeyemi


Ever read a think piece about how cavalierly “Game of Thrones” uses rape as a plot device and wonder, Well, so what? The showrunners aren’t raping real women to satisfy the audience’s thirst for violent entertainment. In this reality-bending tale, a successful writer, Mr. Fox, keeps killing off the women in his novels. But when his fictional muse, Mary, somehow gains consciousness and turns the lens back onto Mr. Fox, transforming him into story fodder himself, the stakes change. Meanwhile, his real-life wife, Daphne, has become convinced he’s cheating on her and, in a way, he is, as he’s become torn between his fantasy romance with his imaginary muse and his real marriage. In a magical narrative that enacts feminist critical constructs in literal terms, Mr. Fox picks apart what can lie beneath the male obsession with women as objects in art ― both as idealized dream girls and as brutalized bodies. ― Claire Fallon



Intimations by Alexandra Kleeman


Many of Kleeman’s stories will make you feel like you’re suffocating. Her heroines ― mostly women ― get caught in houses with uni-directional doors or windows that don’t open. Often, they’re pursued by aggressive male suitors whose language is obfuscated or manipulative. On the face of them, the stories are absurd. But the feelings evoked by reading them are so similar to the claustrophobia of dating norms that they’re at once strange and way too familiar. Kleeman is also skilled at writing more overtly feminist observations; in one story, a woman runs into an old classmate who mistakes her for another girl, a girl whose sex tape he discovered and distributed under the guise of art. ― Maddie Crum


Read our review of Intimations.



Sisters of the Revolution: A Feminist Speculative Fiction Anthology edited by Ann and Jeff VanderMeer


From sci-fi to fantasy to horror, this collection of short stories and excerpts explores the ways authors have used speculative fiction to talk about the issues women face. Including stories by Octavia Butler, Ursula K. Le Guin, Nnedi Okorafor, James Tiptree Jr. and so many more, this is your primer of all things feminist, futuristic and fantastical. Pieces like “The Forbidden Words of Margaret A.” by L. Timmel Duchamp will haunt you ― in the best ways possible. ― Katherine Brooks



The Vegetarian by Han Kang


Korean author Han Kang’s visceral and gruesome novel begins, simply enough, when a woman named Yeong-hy decides to become a vegetarian. Her choice is made abruptly and conclusively after a disturbing dream awakens her to the violent nature of eating animals and, more broadly, of being a human. From this choice, a hallucinatory downward spiral begins, as Yeong-hy’s husband, father, sister and brother-in-law each attempt to force their beliefs, and at times bodies, upon her in an attempt to regain order. Yeong-hy slips further and further away, into a space that looks both like innocence and madness. To an extent, the novel explores the various conventions, desires and violence women are forced to endure under the pretense of civilized life. Yet the story goes deep into the woods outside of gender and society to follow one woman’s escape from her nightmare of being alive. ― PF


Read our review of The Vegetarian. 



Ball by Tara Ison


Tara Ison’s stories are not here to make you feel comfortable. Forget the debate over “likable” characters: Ison takes her subjects into downright disturbing territory, whether it’s a woman exacting revenge on her cancer-stricken friend or, within the titular story, a dark twist to a “It’s me or the dog!” ultimatum. Here, both sexes have an equal opportunity to be reprehensible. Ison’s writing is taut and unsettling — even scarier is how much you’ll be pulled in by her words. ― JC



Selfish, Shallow, and Self-Absorbed: Sixteen Writers on the Decision Not to Have Kids ed. by Meghan Daum


The choice not to be a parent can be fraught, given that any species depends on propagation. For the human race, as others, the default aim of adulthood is reproduction. But should those who choose otherwise have to defend themselves from condescending head waggles, you’ll-regret-its, and the label “selfish”? Despite decades of feminist work to uncouple women from the specific identity of “wife and mother,” women typically face the bulk of such scrutiny even now. A woman who doesn’t want to have a child might be seen as lacking something essential to her feminine identity: warmth, selflessness, a desire to nurture. All this is to say that this collection of essays, edited by the sharp essayist Meghan Daum and compiled from several male writers and many more female writers ― including Sigrid Nunez, Anna Holmes, Laura Kipnis, Danielle Henderson and Lionel Shriver ― offers necessary perspectives on why some might choose paths that don’t include motherhood or fatherhood. Can we treat women’s choices not to devote their lives to children with respect, or, on some level, do we still perceive motherhood as the right and proper identity for a woman? It’s a question that is difficult not to ponder while reading this thought-provoking, opinionated collection. ― CF


Read our interview with Meghan Daum.



Girls & Sex: Navigating the Complicated New Landscape by Peggy Orenstein


There’s a paradox at the heart of female sexuality, one that merits at least one thoroughly reported, book-length analysis. On one hand, we’re taught to glean our self-worth from our looks, and that can be super-damaging. On the other hand, if our appearances really can make us feel powerful, is there real harm in acknowledging that fact and living in accordance with it? Orenstein’s book dives head-first into that question. She interviewed enough young women to get a thorough look at contemporary views on sexuality, including the intimacy of oral sex and the images put forth by celebs like Miley Cyrus. Orenstein’s take may seem old-school to younger readers, but, to her credit, she’s intersectional in her analysis of feminism and girlhood today. ― MC


Read our interview with Peggy Orenstein.



We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie


The title says enough. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s essay attempts to define a term dissenters associate with exclusivity and white privilege, but that 21st-century women recognize as an umbrella for intersectionality, inclusion and real change. “Some people ask: ‘Why the word feminist?’” she writes. “Why not just say you are a believer in human rights, or something like that?” Because that would be dishonest. [...] It would be a way of pretending that it was not women who have, for centuries, been excluded. It would be a way of denying that the problem of gender targets women.” At 64 pages, this is a manifesto you can keep in your backpack. -- KB



Black Wave by Michelle Tea


Is the shape and tone of a narrative inherently white, male and middle class? In Black Wave, Michelle Tea splits the genre at the seams, not only telling a story about queer artists and poets in 1990s California but doing so in a way that creates new modes of storytelling that are queer in themselves. The autobiography on hallucinogens tells the story of drug-addled writer Michelle who, after losing control of her life due to an overload of sex, drugs and partying in San Francisco’s gentrifying Mission district, moves to Los Angeles to start her screenplay. We only wish Jack Kerouac were alive to read about how much cooler Michelle and her crew are compared to those Beat dudes. ― PF



Action: A Book About Sex by Amy Rose Spiegel


Ladies having sex however they’d like isn’t a revolutionary idea in Action — it’s a given, and author Amy Rose is a well-suited shepherd to guide readers into the world of sexuality and self-love (both manual and not). She’s the verbose, wise friend our unsure teenage selves probably all needed, but anyone from a beginner to a self-proclaimed love machine will find value in her words. ― JC


Read our interview with Amy Rose Spiegel.



Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, The Flesh, and L.A. by Eve Babitz


Way before blogging helped legitimize confessional writing, Eve Babitz made a career out of relating her dating exploits, her wry beauty tips and her complicated relationships with “just friends.” The connected writings in Slow Days, Fast Company are technically fiction, but most are semi-autobiographical, so they read more like Jezebel articles than forgotten classics ― and that’s a good thing. Babitz was unabashed in her attempt to make traditionally “feminine” topics serious fodder for serious writing, and, in many ways, she succeeds. She writes wittily and insightfully about baseball as an American pastime and Los Angeles as a city that’s only deceptively shallow. It seems that Babitz empathized with her hometown; she, too, had to combat the idea that her pretty appearance belied an empty interior. ― MC


Read our review of Slow Days, Fast Company.



Slouching Towards Bethlehem by Joan Didion


Joan Didion’s collection of essays is, in total, a tribute to counterculture and those individuals living away from the American center. She touches on her childhood and what it was like to grow up as a girl in California, she addresses the various ways friends and strangers have chosen to carry themselves into adulthood, and she deftly explores the ways social issues bubbled to the surface in the ‘60s. Feminist themes weave subtly throughout her stories, underscored by her perpetual desire to understand and empathize with the people around her. ― KB



Goodnight, Beautiful Women by Anna Noyes


Anna Noyes’ stories could accurately be described as quiet, but the themes they address are big, loud issues worth shouting about. Many of them are set in rural Maine, where young women come of age and struggle to define themselves in a world that values their bodies more than their smarts. Frightening first forays into sexuality are often violent, but almost always brushed under the rug ― or buried in the watery depths of a neighborhood quarry. Her perspective on womanhood steps outside of the privileged, upper-class ennui that’s come to define so-called “women’s literature” ― and that alone is a reason to read Noyes. ― MC


Read our review of Goodnight, Beautiful Women.



Eleven Hours by Pamela Erens


Perhaps it shouldn’t be surprising, but the flip side of a society dismissing women who don’t choose to have children as “selfish” and “cold” is that the same society expects moms to be supernaturally devoted to the task. To be worthy of praise, you can’t just have happy, healthy kids ― you should be an attachment mom who had a natural, tub birth and who hands out truckloads of gift baggies every time she bring her toddler on public transit. Between this social pressure and the arms race of mommy blogging and social media posting, it can be hard to get a real sense of how difficult and scary and not-at-all-perfect motherhood can be. In Eleven Hours, Pamela Erens focuses on one particularly under-discussed aspect: labor. After a mother-to-be arrives at the hospital alone, a nurse (who just learned she is also in the early stages of a much-wanted pregnancy) takes the lonely woman under her wing. During the hours of painful, overwhelming contractions ― dilating, pushing, waiting, the necessary trashing of the woman’s carefully detailed birth plan, and pushing again ― Erens shows an intimate portrait of the two women in the midst of a common female experience rarely portrayed with honest detail. To look at labor this way, as an emotional moment but also a medical event ― often a tremendously painful and physically damaging one ― restores a touch of the humanity to the characters, whose own experiences don’t need to be glossed over as part of some romantic, soft-focus Madonna-and-child tableaux. ― CF


Read our review of Eleven Hours .



Neapolitan Novels by Elena Ferrante


Elena Ferrante manages to tell a story packed with cultural history and political discourse ― and she does so by focusing on a lifelong friendship between two women. Born in Naples in 1944, Lena and Lila survive childhood, marriage, divorce, careers and a panoply of tumult, bending and breaking their identities as they burrow further into the complexities of adulthood. It’s the kind of story (spanning four novels) that prefers to show you how gender plays a role in women’s lives rather than tell you. When it comes to feminist-leaning fiction, it’s hard not to fall in love with these books. ― KB

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New York's Biggest Modern-Day Drag And Queer Performance Festival Returns

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For the past five years, the New York City borough of Brooklyn has played host to a mecca of queer performers from around the globe for what has become the biggest drag festival in modern-day NYC, Bushwig.


What started as a local showcase of 30 queens in 2012 has grown to a global cosmopolitan destination featuring 150 performers, including the likes of reality television personalties from cult TV show, “RuPaul’s Drag Race.” 


Bushwig is, at it’s core, a two-day festival of drag, performance and music founded by local Brooklyn queens Horrorchata and Babes Trust. Over the past several years, it has captivated attention from the queer community on a global level and exploded into a weekend-long festival, featuring not only performers but local vendors, vintage sales, food and VIP bus transportation from the local subway line.


“We have a whole array of performers ― drag queens and people fucking with gender have always been a large part of LGBT history, especially in New York,” Babes Trust told The Huffington Post. “It’s a celebration of drag and the history of performance mixed with well-known DJs and icons from across the world.”



Bushwig builds on the legacy of the famous Wigstock festival which was held annually in New York’s East Village throughout the late ‘80s, ‘90s and early 2000s. Hosted and co-founded by Lady Bunny, Wigstock grew from a group of drunken friends spontaneously holding performances in Tompkins Square Park in 1984 to a massive event with over 50,000 attendees in 1995.


Last year, Lady Bunny symbolically handed a plastic torch to Bushwig founder Horrorchata at the festival, passing on the legacy ― and responsibility ― of bringing queer community together for this annual performance-focused event every year.


Bunny joked that the prop still had the tag attached from Halloween mega-store Abracadabra.



“I never thought that Bushwig would be important,” Horrorchata told The Huffington Post in an interview while chuckling. “But it definitely has been a highlight not just for me but the larger community. It’s a place where local girls and big names get to shine ― community in action.”


Babes Trust echoed Horrorchata’s thoughts surrounding the centering of queer community ― both in terms of Brooklyn and globally ― as a core value of Bushwig.


“The idea of queer community is one that is always changing, like any kind of community is always in flux,” Babes told HuffPost. “But that’s what Bushwig is about. It’s also about accessibility, giving larger platforms for talent from around the world, giving the freaks a stage, creating a place in which people can get together ― a safe space where everyone can come together, celebrate each other and collectively create a nurturing, loving environment.”


As for Horrorchata, whose legacy is inextricably tied to the massively successful Bushwig festival, she couldn’t be happier with the way this annual queer performance showcase has evolved.  


“It makes me feel like I’ve done something good with my life,” she said.


Bushwig will take place Sept. 10-11 at Knockdown Center in Brooklyn, New York. Head here for tickets and more information. Check out photos from Bushwig 2015 below.

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It Took Facebook 2 Weeks To Figure Out The Difference Between War Photography And Kiddie Porn

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Sometimes, things make us uncomfortable. Sometimes, that’s the point.


So argues Espen Egil Hansen, the editor-in-chief of Norway’s largest newspaper, Aftenposten, after Facebook temporarily deleted a post containing an iconic Vietnam War photograph, and then deleted posts criticizing the initial photograph’s removal.


Hansen called out the censorship on Thursday in an open letter to Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg that was widely shared. After intense criticism from media and Norwegian politicians, Facebook backed down Friday afternoon and said it would allow the photo to appear on the social network.


The saga started when reporter Tom Egeland shared a post last month that included a famous 1972 photo by Nick Ut, in which terrified Vietnamese children flee napalm bombs. One of them is a naked 9-year-old girl who is screaming in terror and pain. (The girl, Kim Phuc, survived, though she was badly burned).


Because the photo contains nudity, Facebook deleted the post.



According to Hansen, Egeland then wrote a post criticizing Facebook’s censorship, and in response was temporarily banned from the site. Facebook also censored a number of Norwegian officials, including prime minister Erna Solberg, who shared the photo on their pages.


In his letter, Hansen made a case for the free distribution of images, even disturbing ones.


“Mark, please try to envision a new war where children will be the victims of barrel bombs or nerve gas,” Hansen wrote. “Would you once again intercept the documentation of cruelties, just because a tiny minority might possibly be offended by images of naked children, or because a paedophile person somewhere might see the picture as pornography?” 


“Mark, you are the world’s most powerful editor,” he continued. “I think you are abusing your power, and I find it hard to believe that you have thought it through thoroughly.”



Initially defending its decision, Facebook said it could not make exceptions for child nudity, regardless of the photo’s significance.


“While we recognize that this photo is iconic, it’s difficult to create a distinction between allowing a photograph of a nude child in one instance and not others,” the company said in a statement obtained by Time.


But the social media giant reversed itself on Friday and said that it would allow the photo because of its historic significance.


“An image of a naked child would normally be presumed to violate our Community Standards, and in some countries might even qualify as child pornography,” a spokeswoman told The Huffington Post in a statement. “In this case, we recognize the history and global importance of this image in documenting a particular moment in time. Because of its status as an iconic image of historical importance, the value of permitting sharing outweighs the value of protecting the community by removal, so we have decided to reinstate the image on Facebook where we are aware it has been removed. We will also adjust our review mechanisms to permit sharing of the image going forward.”


The spokeswoman noted that it would take a few days for the image to be fully visible across the site.



The incident is a stark reminder that Facebook wields tremendous power over media, despite Zuckerberg’s insistence last month that “we are a tech company, not a media company.”


Nearly two-thirds of U.S. adults ― 62 percent ― get their news from social media, according to a recent Pew study. That means Facebook has unprecedented control over who sees what and why. As the social media giant supplants other news sources, it must be held accountable for the information it chooses to distribute ― or not.


Media “have an important task in bringing information, even including pictures, which sometimes may be unpleasant, and which the ruling elite and maybe even ordinary citizens cannot bear to see or hear, but which might be important precisely for that reason,” Hansen argued.


He continued, “This right and duty, which all editors in the world have, should not be undermined by algorithms encoded in your office in California.”

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'A Monster Calls' Imagines A Fitful Blend Of Fantasy And Tragedy

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A Monster Calls” begins with a nightmare. Against gray skies, the earth shakes. The ground of a vast cemetery splits open. Gravestones erupt and a chapel crumbles. A woman dangles over the edge of a chasm, her young son grabbing her hand as the tremors intensify. She is slipping from his grip, enveloped by the bottomless hole that threatens her life. He clings to the dwindling hope that his mother will survive the abyss. Seconds later, when the boy awakens in his bedroom, it is clear that this is not his first time dreaming of such a death. It haunts him like a recurring terror. 


The boy, 12-year-old Conor O’Malley, suffers these nightmares because his single mother is terminally ill. Bullied at school and afraid he will be sent to live with his harsh grandmother, Conor needs a reprieve from her impending fatality. His sorrows, at the moment we meet him, are no dream. He can’t wake up expecting closure. What Conor needs is a spirit guide, a sensei who proffers wisdom that no one else will convey to him. At the very least, he needs a friend. 


So, in J.A. Bayona’s new movie, currently premiering at the Toronto International Film Festival and based on Patrick Ness’ celebrated 2011 young-adult novel of the same name, Conor creates his own sensei. Having inherited his mother’s art skills, he sketches a colossal humanoid make of sticks and branches, as though a tree from his nightmare has sprung to life. While Conor draws, dreams meld with reality, and his creation rouses, stomping through the cemetery near his English home and marching up to Conor’s window. Imagine Treebeard from “The Lord of the Rings” or an articulate Groot from “Guardians of the Galaxy,” with the speech of a guttural Aslan from “The Chronicles of Narnia.” (Liam Neeson, who voices Aslan, also voices Conor’s monster.) 



From there, “A Monster Calls” becomes a parable of resiliency. In my fall movie preview, I described its premise as “Where the Wild Things Are” meets “The BFG” meets “One True Thing.” My assumption was correct. Like the beasts Max meets in “Wild Things,” this gruff but compassionate monster could be a figment of Conor’s imagination, there to mentor his troubles. Or it could be an all-too-real wonderment from a dimension unknown to fussy adults. Every time the creature arrives, he clambers about with fanciful gusto and caustic wisdom.


The movie is photographed richly by Óscar Faura, who shot Bayona’s previous films, 2007’s “The Orphanage” and 2012’s “The Impossible.” But the endeavor falters in the interplay between Conor and his monster. We don’t spend enough time with the characters before the latter comes along, which is a particular shame because the movie’s performances are strong: Lewis MacDougall (”Pan”) is emotionally astute as Conor, Felicity Jones gives lively heft to the role of his dying mother, and Sigourney Weaver is reliable as his grandmother, even if her character is underdeveloped.



When the monster arrives, he tells Conor he will help by relaying three fables, all meant to convey morals about the malleable nature of good and evil. Put simply, life is harsh, and we all ― even bullies and grandmothers ― wrestle with the desire to be decent and the urge to be cruel. Each story ― told on individual visits when the clock strikes 12:07 a.m. ― is depicted with sumptuous watercolor animation, reminiscent of Hermione Granger’s “Tale of Three Brothers” homily in the penultimate “Harry Potter” film. Unfortunately, the monster’s little yarns are not that compelling. Each feels like a further diversion from the core story. We are denied crucial time with the characters, left with miniature films whose Very Important Messages the creature defines in blunt terms. It kills some of the impact of the metaphor, the idea that a childlike imagination can taper our woes. Conor doesn’t want to hear these stories, so by the time he’s fed their significance, the audience is manipulated into heartache for a character nearing her death bed.  


Yet “A Monster Calls” pulls itself together by the end. The monster demands a tale from Conor, specifically one that represents “the truth.” Having convinced himself his mother would heal, how does Conor finally face the hard inevitabilities he’s avoided? It’s in that discovery that the movie redeems some of the fantastical wonder that made “Where the Wild Things Are” such an imaginative feast. It’s a shame we must travel a circuitous path to arrive there, but it turns out the monster and Conor land at a pretty good conclusion about this thing called life: If we grasp its complications and accept that not every story has a hero and a villain, we might realize the simplest reality of all is love. 


“A Monster Calls” opens in theaters on Dec. 23.


CORRECTION: A previous version of this article misspelled a character’s name as Connor.

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On Reality TV, Women Should Just Feel Grateful To Be Loved

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You can be highbrow. You can be lowbrow. But can you ever just be brow? Welcome to Middlebrow, a weekly examination of pop culture.


When “Bachelor in Paradise,” ABC’s freewheeling spinoff of “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette,” premiered in 2014, true love barely seemed like a possibility. Production stocked the cast with franchise eccentrics like Kalon McMahon (”The Bachelorette”) and Clare Crawley, along with little-known past contestants like Lacy Faddoul and Elise Mosca (all alums of “The Bachelor”). The cast sunned, drank and retreated to the ocean in pairs to talk *ahem* in private. 


Every few days, new former cast members would turn up to vie for attention, and each episode culminated in a rose ceremony in which either the men or the women each offered roses to the individuals they most wanted to pursue a romantic relationship with. As with musical chairs, some asses would be left without seats ― and it would be an immediate, sweaty SUV ride out of “Paradise” for the rejects. 


Marcus Grodd and Lacy ended the season with the first “Paradise” engagement ― a rather surprising one, at that point in the show’s history. The finale merely promised that couples would choose whether to split up or leave together. (Lacy and Marcus later ceremoniously wed on the second season premiere of “Bachelor in Paradise,” but they reportedly never made the marriage legally official and split relatively soon after.) Other couples engaged in weird psychodramas with each other, had loud but quick breakups, exchanged partners, and moved on quickly. 


So how did we get here, to a Season 3 of “Paradise” where there were three proposals? (Plus, nearly all of the people left standing by the finale were in the original cast, not the newcomers who came in ostensibly to shake things up.) No knock on the happy to-be-weds from this season, who seem genuinely giddy to have found their partners and who will hopefully have great lives together. But filming lasts less than a month: the instability and game-playing of the first season makes far more sense than the domesticity of the latest one. 


The realization that an engagement on the show means a free Neil Lane sparkler ― provided the relationship lasts a contractually mandated number of years ― surely played some part in the upward trend, as did the sheer pushing the envelope in terms of outcomes. Jade Roper and Tanner Tolbert’s engagement came as no surprise when they fell in love on Season 2; by Season 3, Nick Viall’s failure to propose to Jen Saviano, a woman with whom he clearly had an affectionate but far from committed relationship, was the shocking moment. 


Ultimately the trend on “Paradise” bends toward conservatism and commitment, oddly enough for the supposedly boisterous cousin of “The Bachelor.” This satisfies a taste for monogamy and romance among much of the show’s audience and allows the show to play up the purity of its contestants’ intentions in looking for love. 


But while we often assume that emphasizing monogamy benefits women, the expectation of commitment also tends to fall more heavily upon them. There’s no “boys will be boys” excuse for the ladies.


This season, while Vinny Ventiera made out with both Sarah Herron and Izzy Goodkind in quick succession after he’d apparently paired off with Izzy, he received no notable backlash from fans and continued his relationship with the latter woman. Later, when Izzy told Vinny she felt an attraction to a new man who’d arrived and wanted a little space to explore the connection, Vinny broke things off entirely and left “Paradise.” Izzy became the target of ongoing abuse on Twitter, with viewers calling her a “selfish ass,” “ugly soul,” among other less creative, slut-shaming insults. He had been loyal, so how dare she question the romance?





The Ashley Iaconetti-Jared Haibon-Caila Quinn love triangle threw this dynamic into even clearer relief. On Season 2 of “Paradise,” Ashley pursued Jared despite his lack of strong interest; he gave it a shot for a little while, but eventually told her they would only be friends. She arrived this season still infatuated, and shared that she felt that he had offered her “a glimmer of hope” by behaving romantically toward her and even hooking up with her. Of course, none of this made her question her opinion that “everybody in the world needs a Jared ... He has a golden soul.” 


This season, Caila arrived and Ashley’s man fell fast and hard for the smiling beauty from the last “Bachelor” cycle. Ashley, and the rest of the cast, were apparently outraged that Caila, who seemed more tentative about her feelings, could risk hurting Jared (though, as seen with Izzy, honesty might not have gone down tremendously well either). Ashley devoted much of her free time to slurring Caila as a “piece of shit” and a “whore” in order to protect her ex from Caila’s apparent romantic chilliness. 





The root of Izzy’s and Caila’s offenses, it seems, is that women are typically expected to love men out of gratitude ― for the gift of manly pride and love that has been laid at their feet. Izzy violated this by being honest about the fact that she couldn’t properly return that love yet. Caila violated this by giving herself a chance to let those feelings grow before admitting that they weren’t there.


The only correct response? To actually feel that reciprocal depth of love and to commit to demonstrating it as long as the man desires it.  Add it all up, and basically, the duty of a woman in “Paradise” is to sublimate her own doubts and desires to reward a man with the love he’s earned.


It would be a mistake, of course, to insist that this moralistic approach to romantic feelings is a hard-and-fast gender principle. Of course Nick was dragged a bit for rejecting the love of a good woman after he broke up with Jen on the finale. In general, shows like “The Bachelor” ― competition-based dating shows ― emphasize a worth-based concept of romance in which love is about finding the best option and winning it, rather than about finding a compatible option and mutually choosing to work on it.


Men and woman alike can find themselves trashed as arrogant, superficial or slutty for choosing to end relationships that aren’t the right fit for them. That “The Bachelor” franchise counteracts its reality TV sleaze factor by interrogating whether its contestants are there “for the right reasons” only reinforces the perception that having “wrong reasons” (or “wrong feelings”) is the ultimate and only sin in love.


But typically, when it comes to being penalized for perceived arrogance, superficiality or sluttiness, it’s women who bear the brunt of the backlash. An obvious example from Bachelor Nation: the Twitter abuse endured by Bachelorette Kaitlyn Bristowe after she tearily admitted to having sex with one of the suitors on her season, far more extreme than criticism faced by past Bachelors who had been known to sleep with contestants.


Men are expected to have their pure intentions muddied by physical attraction or career aspirations (a common accusation of the male contestants on “The Bachelorette”), but expectations of the ladies tend to be higher. We saw that on Kaitlyn’s “The Bachelorette,” we saw it on “Bachelor in Paradise” this season, and we see it in shows like MTV’s “Are You the One,” where the women this past season rarely if ever drove the match-up changes, though male contestants like Asaf and Gio routinely ended apparently solid commitments to abruptly pursue hotter options.


Women know the mercy for them, if they’re perceived as disloyal or promiscuous, will be strained. 


The double standard here is obviously infuriating, but there are other consequences to emphasizing monogamy. Couples sitting quietly with whoever first caught their fancy makes for dull TV, for one thing. The arms race toward pairs tanning together for three weeks and then getting engaged means a race to the bottom, entertainment-wise. As viewers, we should be aware that real humans realize they’ll be reading tweets calling them “whores” and “shallow bitches” when they consider dating two men on a reality show where the actual goal is for them to date multiple men. In fostering that puritanical culture, we are making “Paradise” and similar shows more mind-numbing.


Besides, chastising people for dating around or changing their minds about new relationships offers a questionable message in terms of how to build a healthy romance. Shopping around can go too far, sure, but being honest about doubts and one’s need to play the field can make a single more emotionally prepared to settle down and work on the right relationship. There are no awards handed out for staying in a relationship that fills you with doubt and FOMO. 


Next season on “Paradise,” we’re going to need to allow the ladies and the gents to behave a little more disloyally. Musical chairs is only fun if things get unpredictable. 


For more on Week 6 of “Bachelor In Paradise,” check out HuffPost’s “Here To Make Friends” podcast below:







Do people love “The Bachelor,” “The Bachelorette” and “Bachelor in Paradise,” or do they love to hate these shows? It’s unclear. But here at “Here to Make Friends,” we both love and love to hate them — and we love to snarkily dissect each episode in vivid detail. Podcast edited by Nick Offenberg.

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'Arrival' And 'Nocturnal Animals' Offer Two Remarkable Amy Adams Performances

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I don’t want to make you jealous, but on Friday, I spent four precious hours in the company of Amy Adams. 


Adams stars in two movies at the ongoing Toronto Film Festival: the cathartic sci-fi feast “Arrival” and the marriage noir “Nocturnal Animals.” The movies will open theatrically within a week of each other in November, signaling another potential Oscar bid for the five-time nominee. Forget awards for now. In “Arrival” and “Nocturnal Animals,” we get two of Adams’ most alluring performances. 


It’s hard to encapsulate the career Adams has fashioned since her 1999 film debut as a perky, nasal-voiced pageant princess in “Drop Dead Gorgeous.” She flits between naive optimists (”Junebug,” “Enchanted,” “Doubt,” “Big Eyes”) and dangerous powerhouses (”The Fighter,” “The Master,” “American Hustle”). But in “Arrival” and “Nocturnal Animals,” she presents a different kind of vulnerability. Her characters are weathered and adrift, lacking the resiliency inherent in most of her previous roles. “You both have the same sadness in your eyes, you and your mother,” her ex-husband (Jake Gyllenhaal) says in a “Nocturnal Animals” flashback. To watch Adams live inside these characters, especially within the span of the same day, is to watch one of our finest actresses hit a career apex. Adams’ sad eyes confirm everything we know about her as a performer, and yet nothing at all. 


“Arrival” is the more demonstrative of the two, a true character study dressed up in sci-fi prestige. Based on a short story by Ted Chiang and scripted by horror writer Eric Heisserer, “Arrival” marks “Prisoners” and “Sicario” director Denis Villeneuve’s best film yet. Mysterious extraterrestrial pods ― imagine a contoured version of the monolith from “2001: A Space Odyssey” ― appear one day across the globe. Adams plays Dr. Louise Banks, a skilled linguist recruited to figure out how the hell to communicate with the aliens inside.


“Arrival” opens with a gentle montage revealing that Louise’s daughter has died, meaning her eyes seem just as sad and remote as they do in “Nocturnal Animals.” But this is far more than a dead-child weeper. It is a movie about grief and the passage of time and the way our communication ― with ourselves, with others across the globe, with creatures we don’t understand ― affects those things. That’s all I can tell you about the plot, which is quiet and twisty and best experienced without any further information. Adams carries the story’s heft. The recent chapters of Louise’s life flash before our eyes, agony and ecstasy merging as she comes to understands their turbulence. 



A similar whirlwind happens in “Nocturnal Animals,” an even more restrained performance in a movie that requires time to process. It’s a thriller of sorts, written and directed by fashion wunderkind Tom Ford, who made his cinematic debut with 2009’s moving “A Single Man.” Based on Austin Wright’s novel Tony and Susan, “Animals” stars Adams and Gyllenhaal as ex-spouses whose lives haven’t always prospered in the years since their divorce. Susan is a Los Angeles art-gallery owner disillusioned by her glossy surroundings and the evasive businessman to whom she is now married (Armie Hammer). Tony is a beleaguered writer who sends Susan the manuscript for his new novel, a Texas spine-chiller that may or may not be a revenge omen hurled into her consciousness. As Susan reads it, always late at night in her spacious glass house, she imagines Tony and a doppelgänger (Isla Fisher, in a clever ruse, given the actresses’ frequent comparisons) in the story.


Just like Louise in “Arrival,” Susan’s past, present and future merge in a cataclysmic collision.”Do you ever feel as if your entire life has turned into something you never intended,” Susan asks, and again Adams’ sad eyes offer poignant vulnerability. This character is strained to such a degree that you wonder if she’ll ever live down her demons. Adams telegraphs a certain hollowness without ever succumbing to melodrama. Neither optimistic nor dangerous, she is just there, floating by.


Will either of these performances translate to Oscar gold? With “Arrival,” it’s possible. The movie isn’t blockbuster-y enough to become a runaway hit, which, in my book, is precisely why you should prioritize it. Adams is astute in the role, always avoiding showiness. “Nocturnal Animals” is probably too much of a digressive art-house ensemble to hit voters’ soft spots. But both are notable installments in the Amy Adams oeuvre, showcasing exactly what we expect from her and everything we’ve never seen. In contemporary Hollywood, that is a feat.


“Arrival” opens in theaters on Nov. 11. “Nocturnal Animals” opens in theaters on Nov. 18.

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This Boy's Dream Of Being A Princess Inspired An Innovative Kids' Book

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A powerful bilingual book that aims to create a space in the world of children’s literature for gender-nonconforming and gender-diverse kids will hit shelves this week. 


Author Laurin Mayeno based One of a Kind, Like Me/Único Como Yo on her son Danny, who wanted to be a princess in his school’s parade. Written for children age 4-7 in both English and Spanish, One of a Kind, Like Me/Único Como tells a multicultural story of gender diversity for kids who don’t see their stories and experiences reflected in literature.


In this interview with The Huffington Post, Mayeno reflects on her decision to write One of a Kind, Like Me/Único Como, her message to parents who may be critical of encouraging gender diversity in children and what she wants young readers to take away from the book.



The Huffington Post: Why did you decide to write this book? Did you see a need for a book like this in the world of children’s literature? 


Laurin Mayeno: When my son was very young, none of the other kids gave him a hard time. They hadn’t yet formed judgments about what is and isn’t OK based on gender. But that changed when he started elementary school and bullying became a daily threat. My conclusion: Educate young kids about gender diversity before they pick up negative attitudes.


Years later, when doing workshops with early childhood educators, teachers told me they needed books to help them talk with children, especially bilingual books. This gave me the extra push I needed to start this project. I decided to write a book based on my son, because I wanted other children and families to have the book we didn’t have when he was growing up.



Educate young kids about gender diversity before they pick up negative attitudes.



What do you want kids who read this book to take away?


I imagine what it would have been like for Danny if he had a book about a child like him. I want children to feel affirmed ― to know that they are seen, that they belong and that their uniqueness is something to feel good about. I want them to see that children can be who they are, and like what they like, without having limits based on gender. I want them to welcome gender diversity within themselves, and among their friends and classmates.


What do you say to people who are critical of encouraging gender diversity in children?


I understand why some people are concerned. When my son was little, I was scared that something was very wrong with him and I didn’t want to encourage his love of dresses and sparkly things. At first, I just tolerated it, and hoped that he would grow out of it.


Was something wrong with my son? As I learned more about gender, I realized that the opposite is true. It’s natural and healthy for children to express themselves and identify in a number of ways. What’s not healthy is pressuring children to follow different sets of rules based on gender. Not only does it limit their opportunities in life; it can also cause them emotional and physical harm. They need safe havens where they can be themselves and know that they are loved. This can help protect them from whatever challenges they will face as they grow.



Why is it important to you that this book is accessible to children who may not speak English?


My son’s father was Spanish-speaking and I tried to expose Danny to the language as much as possible. From my work with the Latinx and Asian communities, I’ve also seen that there is a huge need for resources in different languages. This story is for everyone and my dream is that it will be translated into many different languages and read throughout the world.


What would you say to a parent who is met with the task of raising a gender-nonconforming or gender-diverse child?


Some parents are doing just fine, and all I would say is, “I’m so glad you and your child have each other.”


Some parents are struggling, as I did. For those parents, I think the most important messages are:



  • Prejudices about gender diversity impact parents, too. Get the support you need so you can be strong for your child. Avoid advice from people who will judge you or your child.

  • You are not alone. Many parents have been in similar situations.

  • There is nothing wrong with your child. Gender diversity is natural and healthy

  • You can protect your child, even if you aren’t 100 percent comfortable with gender diversity. Give them the space to be and explore who they are. Let them know that you love them unconditionally.


You can find many resources online. Check out Out Proud Families and Gender Spectrum for more information. 

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Ivanka Trump Credits Emma Watson For Famous Rabbinic Proverb In Instagram Post

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Ivanka Trump raised some eyebrows with an Instagram post on Friday crediting actress Emma Watson for a famous quote by the rabbinic sage Hillel.


“If not me, who? If not now, when? ― Emma Watson,” a graphic posted by Trump’s account said. (It was also posted on Trump’s Facebook and Twitter accounts.) 


The saying ― which has been quoted and repurposed by many luminaries over the years ― is a variation of a quote attributed to Hillel the Elder, an important rabbinic authority from more than two millennia ago.


Although its origins may not be widely known, many social media observers joked that Trump should know better, given that she converted to Orthodox Judaism before marrying her husband, Jared Kushner, in 2009.


















Watson, known for her role as Hermione in the “Harry Potter” film series, did say those words during a 2014 speech announcing a gender equality initiative at the United Nations. 


Hillel’s original quote is longer. “If I am not for myself, who is for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?” Hillel is quoted as saying in the tractate of the Mishnah known as “Ethics of the Fathers.” 


Of course, Trump most likely does not personally run her social media accounts. If anything, it is one of the tasks assigned to her army of unpaid interns.


Donald Trump’s campaign did not immediately respond to a request for comment.


The incident is also notable because, in referencing Watson’s speech on gender equality, Ivanka continues to lend a veneer of female empowerment to her father’s presidential campaign, despite the elder Trump’s long history of misogynist comments.


Some of Ivanka’s efforts to make her father’s candidacy more women-friendly have already backfired. The Trump campaign’s proposed child care tax credit, reportedly championed by Ivanka, has been widely panned for excluding the poorest families.

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Time-Lapse Photos Show How The Twin Towers Defined New York City

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As the country marks the 15th anniversary of the Sept. 11, 2001 terrorist attacks, a multisite photography exhibition looks at how the World Trade Center ― and its absence ― has defined New York’s skyline over the decades.


Camilo José Vergara moved to New York City in 1970 from Rengo, Chile ― a town where the tallest building was a three-story post office, he said. Vergara’s arrival coincided with the construction of the Twin Towers, and he has routinely photographed the site for the last 46 years.


“I saw the soaring towers as a symbol of a new world emerging,” Vergara wrote in a recent essay. “From up close, they simultaneously attracted and repelled me: I saw them as a place of exclusion, where the contradictions of wealth and poverty were extreme. But from afar the buildings were transformed. They became a place where ordinary people could dream that the skyline was theirs.”



Vergara’s work is on view in three places this fall: at the New York Historical Society and the National Building Museum in New York, as well as in an online collection at the Library of Congress, which also holds Vergara’s entire archive. The exhibitions commemorate the anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks that killed 2,977 people.  


Vergara’s photographs show the construction of the Twin Towers, the day of the Sept. 11 attacks, the empty space they left behind, and the new One World Trade Center building emerging on the horizon at the Ground Zero site.



Vergara, a National Humanities Medal honoree and 2002 MacArthur Foundation Fellow, originally trained as a sociologist. He is transfixed by cities’ changes, visiting the same locations around the country repeatedly over decades. Often, he documents inconspicuous sites ― like a forlorn street in Camden, New Jersey, or the folk art murals of President Barack Obama that adorn the walls of inner-city shops.


New York’s architecture is much better documented than many of Vergara’s other subjects, but he still photographs the city studiously, returning to multiple spots to capture the World Trade Center site and other buildings from the same vantage points.



Vergara noted one of 9/11’s unexpected consequences: Early 1900s “cathedrals of industry” like the Trump Building regained some of their previous prominence.


These landmark skyscrapers were suddenly exposed, but today, are being eclipsed rather than framed by the new World Trade Center,” he wrote.



Critics’ reviews of the new One World Trade Center building have been mixed, but the Twin Towers weren’t always beloved architecture, either.


“Their smooth façades and uniform rows of narrow windows projected the monotony and order that are often identified with corporate culture,” Colin Moynihan writes in The New Yorker. “Though they soared higher than any other buildings in New York City, their boxlike appearance was more utilitarian than inspiring.”


Even if people disliked the buildings, there’s no denying they were iconic ― both for residents who saw them from all over the city, and for the rest of the world, which saw them towering over the skyline in countless movies and television shows.


While the shape of New York’s skyline has changed, in Vergara’s images, the changes appear to be an essential part of the city’s identity. 



“The skyline is often how people relate to cities,” Vergara told The Huffington Post. “If a city has a skyline, it enters into a different category. It’s a grand city, a great city.”


Vergara, now in his early 70s, will be photographing the 9/11 Memorial on Sunday evening and has no plans to stop shooting in New York or other cities around the country anytime soon. His latest book, Detroit Is No Dry Bones, comes out this fall.




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Previewing 'Hidden Figures' With The Teary-Eyed Octavia Spencer, Taraji P. Henson And Janelle Monáe

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Taraji P. Henson emerged onstage in tears on Saturday after an intimate audience at the Toronto Film Festival previewed scenes from her new movie “Hidden Figures.” Henson and her co-stars ― Octavia Spencer and Janelle Monáe ― hadn’t seen any footage yet, leaving them floored at the fruits of a project with great personal significance.


“This story is important,” Henson gushed during a Q&A session immediately following the screening. “This story is so important.” 


“Hidden Figures” chronicles Katherine Johnson (Henson), Dorothy Vaughn (Spencer) and Mary Jackson (Monáe), three NASA pioneers who, in 1962, despite their colleagues’ animosity, cracked the mathematics needed to help astronaut John Glenn become the first American to orbit Earth. Henson lamented the fact that she didn’t know these women’s stories while growing up as a young “girl from the hood,” seeking idols in a country that historically denies them to minorities. 


“All I had was dreams and hope, and the reason why this is so overwhelming is because when you come from a place when you have no dreams, no hope, and all you see is that people that look like you don’t belong, or they have no place in society,” Henson said, trailing off as tears again stung her eyes. “If I had known about these women coming up, maybe I would have aspired to be a rocket scientist.” Listening to my audio recording the next morning, I couldn’t help but tear up myself.



Saturday’s event previewed about 30 minutes of “Hidden Figures,” showcasing the three characters’ progression at NASA. In one of the earlier scenes, Katherine Johnson, promoted to a department comprising almost entirely white men, rushes to do four times more work to earn a fourth of the credit her counterparts receive. In another scene, her talents land her a spot in the secretive board meeting where the calculations needed to launch Glenn’s mission are finessed. Johnson is the only woman in the room, and the only black person, and she quickly proves, with the utmost patience and poise, that she is the only one who knows how to solve these quandaries. 


“I think ‘Hidden Figures’ transcends race, and when I see them, I just see heroes,” Monáe, who will make her live-action film debut in next month’s “Moonlight,” said. “I’m proud as a woman, I’m proud as a minority, but I’m proud as an American. I’m proud to know that superheroes are women.” 


A few minutes later, Spencer made a resonant point: There are no women ― black, white or otherwise ― in celebrated space movies like “Apollo 13.”



As of now, “Hidden Figures” is slated for release on Jan. 13, missing the cutoff to qualify for the upcoming Oscar race. A Deadline report last month indicated the Toronto preview ― an uncommon event for the festival ― will help determine Fox’s strategy. The movie wasn’t finished in time to screen in full, but apparently the studio is eyeing an Oscar-qualifying limited release in December. I reached out to a Fox rep for comment and will update this post if I hear back.


Based on the footage shown, the Theodore Melfi–directed film has a galvanizing social justice swell that will make it a crowdpleaser and a potential awards horse, especially considering this year’s #OscarsSoWhite controversy. Fox pulled out all the stops on Saturday, concluding with an outdoor Pharrell Williams concert (he wrote songs for and produced the film), replete with cocktails, hors d’oeuvres and complimentary umbrellas to shield revelers from the afternoon drizzle. For now, at least, Henson, an Oscar nominee for “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” and an Emmy nominee for “Empire,” won’t nourish any awards chatter.


“People come up to me and they’re like, ‘Oh, Oscars!’” Henson said during the Q&A. “Everybody wants to put that pressure. I don’t accept that pressure ― I’ll let y’all say it ― but what I was most concerned about is if Katherine would be proud. She’s still alive. This is her story. Whether the Oscars love it, whoever else ... would she be happy? That’s all I care about.”

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