Friday, February 27, 2009

Kiss My Sass Radio returns with something that's been on all of our minds...

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Kiss My Sass Radio has returned. And with a topic that's been on our minds:

Chris Brown, Rihanna, Domestic Violence & Communities of Color

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Thursday, February 26, 2009

So So Diva

This is what happens on a Thursday night at Swarthmore...

Thursday, February 19, 2009

So So Much Knowledge To Learn

So so many revelations in so so little time. I've come to a lot of conclusions (or beginnings?) about the way the world operates and the systems that have (historically, politically, economically, socially, etc.) kept it in check (by the likes of those in power) within the past few days. You'll see this reflected in the posts that I write in the near future.

The major takeaway that I can share here, within a nutshell: The more that I learn, the more aware I am of how much I do not know. So, yeah, that's a great philosophical statement to make, but I am finding it increasing true and more and more relevant as time continues to move. For example. My To Read List has grown exponentially. Here are only a few things that are on my:

To Read List
1.
The revolution will not be funded : beyond the non-profit industrial complex/ edited by Incite! Women of Color Against Violence

2.
It's bigger than hip-hop : the rise of the post-hip-hop generation/ M.K. Asante, Jr

3.
Can't stop, won't stop : a history of the hip-hop generation/ Jeff Chang ; introduction by DJ Kool Herc

4.
Sister outsider : essays and speeches/ by Audre Lorde

5.
The hip hop wars : what we talk about when we talk about hip hop--and why it matters / Tricia Rose

6.
Something better for our children : Black organizing in Chicago public schools, 1963-1971/ Dionne Danns

7.
Taught by America : a story of struggle and hope in Compton / Sarah Sentilles

8.
THE UNITED INDEPENDENT COMPENSATORY CODE / SYSTEM / CONCEPT. A textbook, workbook, for thought, speech, and / or action, for Victims Of Racism (non-white people) / Neely Fuller

9.
Mathematics success and failure among African-American youth : the roles of sociohistorical context, community forces, school influence, and individual agency / Danny Bernard Martin

10.
Reading and writing the world with mathematics : toward a pedagogy for social justice/ Eric Gutstein

11.
The critical pedagogy reader/ edited by Antonia Darder, Marta P. Baltodano, and Rodolfo D. Torres

12.
Pedagogy of the oppressed/ Paulo Freire

13.
Rape, Racism and the Myth of the Black Racist/ Angela Y. Davis



And you guessed it... That's only the start of a very long list. So instead of brainstorming ways to make this more manageable... I'm asking for some of your suggestions.

What's on your To Read List? Share your
To Read List in the comments.


Friday, February 13, 2009

So So Not Misspelled

Womyn with a Y???

Yes. That is an accurate spelling. Here is some background info why:

In most languages womyn and men, as two sexes, are identified by two very separate words. English is one of the only languages which denotes the term for womyn as a derivative of the word "man". The "wo" in women comes from the Greek or Latin meaning "lesser". "Women - woman" is by traditional definition the "wife of man", "woe of man", "female-man" or "womb-man".


Many womyn have felt empowered by merely altering the spelling of an existing word to reflect womyn's autonomy. By changing "women" to "WOMYN," we have created a distinct word for our own sex. The word is still pronounced the same, yet has the power to be much more inclusive and empowering for all womyn. Another spelling used widely is "wimmin" which removed the "wo" as it is seen to represent "womb". This spelling is used by people who don't believe that womyn should be defined by their reproductive capability. "Womon" or "womun" are used as the singular.

- Sue Moore

Why I Personally Identify as a Womyn:

1. I think that language is extremely powerful. Personally. Politically. Implicitly. Explicitly. It's how we receive messages. It's how we send messages. About our bodies, our esteem, our value, our relationship to each other and ourselves. For me, (keyword, for me. As in, I self-identify this way.) woman communicates/ has communicated something inconsistent with my body (physically and ideologically), self-understanding and self-image, personal power and world view. For me, communicating "wife of man", "woe of man", "female-man" or "womb-man" has personally, politically, implicitly and explicitly informed me and others to 1. not see me as a whole, but as a compliment (with vital flaws) 2. to not take me so so seriously. This is not to say that none of my privileges (e.g. college education) or oppressions (e.g. Black) have not influenced this. That's because privilege informs/ does not negate oppression. And oppression informs/ does not negate privilege.

2. Starting with language, therefore has a lot of personal power for me. And I also think/ have experienced that presenting alternative representations of a norm (for example, womyn) are great ways to begin the questioning process that eventually allow people to define themselves on their own terms, and not by the boundaries defined by society.

What About Other Womyn/Women? And Men?

I do not hold anything against womyn who chose not to identify as womyn, but as women. I am all about self-identification, for I also believe that being defined by your own self, and not others (ideals, persons, systems) is the surest way to liberation (self, mental, spiritual, physical, the list goes on). However, I am far more critical of men who challenge this ideal. Mostly because men stand to lose something if womyn define themselves as wholes independent of entities other themselves for self-definition and function within this society. What they stand to and are afraid of losing are protected by male supremacy. Protection of male supremacy.... No. Not what this blog (nor I) is about.

Why not wimmin, womun, womon?

Honestly, not quite there yet. (There being...? I should learn more...) Not sure if I need to be. Not sure if I don't. Though I am sure that I should be more informed about these other spellings, these other meanings. Need to read up on that. Drop suggestions in the comments, if you have any.

On a last note:

Depending on the space, I am not totally upfront with this self-identification. Why? Because this information, this knowledge was only accessible to me once I reached an elite institution of higher education, and even within that space, I made friends/ was drawn to a very specific group of people. Not every woman-identified (past/present/future) person has, does or will have access to that specific group of people or even any institution of higher education. Also, because women are such a diverse group of people, not the sum of her experience, oppression, and privilege does not always equate to needing this kind of declaration. And last, it is not my role nor position to inform others how they should self-identify that is very condescending and considering the power that comes with education, elitist.

So with that in mind:

I am a womyn, well aware of the oppressions and privileges (their intersections and how they interact) that have led me to identify in this way.

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Thursday, February 12, 2009

So So Not Black Studies (Cont.)

Main Topics of Discussion in another cross-listed Black Studies course:
1. the White experience of immigrating to America
2. becoming White
3. disputes in academia
4. the french revolution
5. this one woman's boobs
6. "non-white" Whites

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

#6

1. Dr.Dorsey's midterm
2. Study for Spanish
3. Read Up South
4. Laundry (at least 5 loads)
5. Pack
6. Before 8am (11 hours)

I never doubt that I am capable of doing 1-5. Everyone has a to do list. What I think makes Swarthmore special is #6. Even if I only have 1 or 3 or even 10 things on my to do list, Swarthmore makes sure that #6 is there, lurking, in the pre-dawn darkness.

I hate #6. I have had and will have # 6 on my to do list until I leave this place. Yes, in dark times like now, when #6 is looming in my mind, Swarthmore becomes this place.

Monday, February 9, 2009

So So Urban, I

If I cannot talk about Urban Education in my Urban Education class, then where can I? I know that this is a predominately white school. I get that...

But if I am in a class about Urban Education and somehow the conversation has drifted to how to bring awareness to the white kids living in all-white towns
-- because they are the ones most detrimentally effected by social inequality and because this is the most obvious solution to the problem
-- educating white people so that they can come in and save the colored youth from their own ignorance.

Then when and where can I talk about the Black kids? The Latin@ kids? The Native American kids? The Asian American kids?

How is it that whiteness remains at the center of this conversation, when on the first day "Urban" was defined as inherently of color?

Will be back with more. I have a lot more shit to unpack.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Don't Be So So Shy

Leave comments. Discuss. I appreciate the accolades and thoughts in person (keep them coming). But don't be afraid to share that with the rest of our audience.

So So Paul Wesley Dobbs Wiggins

I honestly don't even know what to say.

Paul, you are great. (You care about black people and are a funny person.)

You are ridiculous. (You say crazy things like 50 cents will hurt my budget. This might be true of other people. But certainly not of you.)

You are so so Paul Wesley Dobbs Wiggins. For those who do not have the pleasure of knowing what I am talking about, check out this video:



Want more? Check out www.youtube.com/SableYork That's my youtube channel. It's basically a visual version of this blog... and a little bit more.

So So Missundaztood

Is my Spanish that bad? Or am I simply misunderstood?

I just asked a friend for un peso (a dollar) and after a later-to-be-understood-as-awkward silence passed, my friends shared with me that they thought that I asked for un beso (a kiss).

With the risk of sounding emo or nostalgic for P!nk...

Why am I so missundaztood?

So So Stuck

I hate writing papers. I love thinking and talking and brainstorming and musing and being all hypothetical. But when time for talk is up... I get stuck.

My current status: Cornell, basement, private room, Robin Thicke via Estelle radio, bland piece of gum, and a paragraph and an outline into a 3-5 page paper.

I know, I know. By this point in time, that is 4th semester at Swarthmore College, I should be able to pop that out. And I can. And I will. But now, I am stuck in the introduction-- which is always the longest part in my writing process.

What else can I talk about while I procrastinate, I mean, wait for that epiphany? Oh. Today, in Sharples, I realized that whenever I think to myself (or say out loud) that I am confused, what I really think/mean is that the opposite party is stupid, or lacking in Something.

Why such the bold statement? I usually have a handle on my environment. I mean I tend to zone out sometimes... but, shit. Who doesn't? And when I do lose touch a little bit, it is usually in the comfort and company of my closest friends. Not when I am interacting with complete strangers, as so many of my Swattie peers seem to love to do.

See, this is where the stupid comes in. I honestly wonder how some people got into Swarthmore without the mastery of some basic communication skills. I mean, you need those, right? To learn? Because learning is a dynamic exchange, right? That requires communication.... right?

So So Not Looking Forward To Waking Up

Well, of course! I want to see the next day. Stop being dramatic. Gosh.

Here's the thing. I hope that I wake up to see another day. That is without a question. But the content of the day. That is what gets me.

Let me break it down to the non-Swatties/ Swatties living in an alternate Swat world. Though I will lay my head down to a hopefully restful sleep, when I rise, so do the to do lists, so do the readings, so do the papers. So does study abroad, so does the sophomore plan, so does the amount of work I did not do, so does the fact that I should be asleep right now.

This is what Swatties forget in all their pursuits to have a good time. This is why a social life is so crucial to sanity here. It's tied to all that other heavy shit that I just mentioned. Your social life needs to be on point. Think about it as the extra credit that will help you better grade. Because without it, you are not as good as you know you can be (mentally, academically, physically... that shit effects everything).

And back to the purpose of this blog. Back to being so so serious. If you are an awkward ass Swattie, completely devoid of any social skills what so ever. This is why you annoy me. That sad excuse for human interaction does count as a part of a social life. And they way you handled any situation slowly ruins it (Seriously,... that was a major stress of mine freshman year).

I do not know if you are just really fucking awkward, or that your usual social offness peaks when you are in the presence of an unapologetic, dark-skinned, fucking tall ass, black womyn that is not your maid. Whichever it is, GET OVER IT. I mean, seriously. If you can try to be post-racial than you can certainly attempt post-awkward.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

So So Deserved

A good time. Free of work. Free of emails. Free of the things that tend to crush your soul here at Swarthmore. And it was well deserved.

It was well needed.

By now, my fourth semester here at Swarthmore, I've realized something about the key to having a good time here (when concerning parties).

1. Do not go for the drinks. They are poorly mixed.
2. Do not go for the music. It is out-of-date, random, and not what you should dance to.
3. Do not go past 12:30am, unless you are 1. very inebriated, so you can block out the 2. extreme awkward making out/sex on the dance floor 3. down with number 2

So why go out at all?

1. To have a stress free time with my closest friends.
2. To look fucking awesome for my own joy and that of my closest friends.
3. To dance in public... because the space in my room can be kind of limited sometimes.

Lessons Learned:

The joy of Swarthmore is in the people. Note that when I discuss the perils of Swarthmore, it's the wierdos. Note that when I talk about the awesomeness of Swat (which won't happen on this blog too much) it's my peeps.

If you had a camera tonight... don't forget to put pictures up on facebook!!!

So So Grounded

The Ground Rules:
* Adapted from Diversity Workshops

1. Respect each other.
2. Stick to "I" statements rather that "we" statements.
3. Read and think conscientiously.
4. Be honest, but preserve the boundaries that you AND others need.
5. Be fully present -- especially with dissenting opinions and ideas. Try to get holistic understanding of the situation before commenting.
6. Comments can be brief or longer. (Whatever you think will retain the attention span of someone who does not really have time. Also note that whatever the length of your comment is, I will read it. )
7. Respect confidentiality. (I know that it is the Internet... but don't come here to air dirty secrets. If you must, email me.)
8. Ask questions, and clarifications.

Friday, February 6, 2009

So So Sassy

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So So Bitchy

Really?! Really?! I have a general question to the world: When you ask or expect me to get out of the way, where do you expect this space to materialize? I try to make a regular, conscious effort to be aware of the space that I occupy, in relation to other people and in terms of accessibility to other people. However, if what you request of me is to essentially take my space, then the answer is NO.

To the Woman in Sharples Who Cut Through Me and My Friends As We Were Having a Conversation:

You are rude. What is the matter with you? Was it Swarkwardness? Are you simply socially inept? Or did you see (or not see) a bunch of black womyn and thought your path would be cleared for you? Rude.

Why am I So So Serious ?

No. This is not a play on words concerning the Dark Knight. Getting to this title was a much more organic and original process (thanks, friends!). Also, that is just a creepy reference to make -- so, please.

As the subtitle suggests, this is a blog on all things Swarthmore, relevant to me. If the direction changes, deal. If what I define as me transforms, deal. This is my blog. This is my forum. I invite dissent***. I invite agreement.

***With obvious exceptions. If you are harboring any serious '-isms', then, no, your voice is not welcome. What was that about free speech? Take your free hate elsewhere. If you are talking about post-racism, or post-anything that would include a negation of a people's history and lived experiences, this door is NOT open if you are trying to tell my why I am wrong without any form of reciprocal openness to conversation. I am open to conversation, not dictation. ***

However, I do not invite the yes/no, the right/wrong, the black/white. So if you like binaries or absolute things, then peace OUT!

So, back to the question: Why am I So So Serious?

Because Swarthmore is soooo ridiculous!!! Why? Let's get the elephant out of the room with some Context:

Swarthmore--- Predominantly white, middle to upper class constituency and culture, patriarchal organizational structure, engendered knowledge, i.e.... a microcosm of a greater status quo.

Me
--- Black, working/lower middle class background and upbringing, womyn, Bronx, NY, collective and grassroots oriented, i.e.... a member of a community that you will read about in 5, no more than 10 years.

Swarthmore
--- excessively anti-mainstream

Me
--- painfully aware of it

This is a space for me to comment on the ridiculous dealings of Swarthmore College, on incidental, individual, collective and institutional levels. In whatever political or nonpolitical terms that I decide. In whatever formal or informal expressions I chose. Why no apologetic disclaimers? 'Cause it's my blog. And it's my voice.