Okay, I admit it. I heard about the WAP song via NPR. It's kind of perfect if you think about it. Me = mid-forties listening to NPR on the way home from a 9-5 job and learning about this one week old song. Feeling slightly embarrassed while listening, and knowing that is part of the appeal of the whole thing. I played the song for my husband and we both giggled and stared at each other with wide eyes. On NPR they suggested that this might be song people need during quarantine to spice things up at home. Maybe so?
I just watched the music video. Oh man, it is a whopper. The breast fountains, exotic animals, choreography, wardrobe, set design, etc are all off the chain. Absolutely enthralling. Is it feminism? Is it pure objectification of women as sex objects? Have we entered a new world where there is power in the invitation to look? Has it always been the way? What are the boundaries between oversharing and exploitation?
There is a freedom in the dancers here, but also a questionable approach to exotic dancing becoming merely used for commercial uses. Who gains and who loses power here? When all become more free with our sensuality and sexuality, does it just kind of even out? Maybe so.
But what about this video being available for all ages to see? Are there dangers with having this kind of freedom, voyeurism, capitalization of sexuality just hanging out there? I don't want my elementary school son to stumble across this video on YouTube. Also, please don't get me started on dance studios using this song for kids to compete to at competitions.
I guess I'm thinking this all quite complicated. I LOVE the freedom in the song. I rather ADORE the choreography. I think the set design is crazy awesome. But, I also fear this world and its implications for the future of what sells what, who has real power, and who is really winning. For now, I'll listen and enjoy, try to open up more, and make sure there are childproof settings on the tech in our house.
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Photo by Elle Hughes
In the fall of 2017, I decided to commit to physical fitness training and certifications. I had always wanted to study Yoga and Pilates further. So when I was faced with limited job opportunities in Southern Maryland, I decided it was time. First was Yoga. I signed up via YogaFit to do their Level 1 workshop over a weekend in NC. We thought it would be fun to go and stay with my husband's parents in Greensboro, and I would commute to High Point for the two-day long event. By the way, the $400 for this is steep. I mean really steep. I was trepidatious about the amount. But decided that it was a now or never kind of thing with these fitness certs. I can write about Pilates, Werq Cardio Dance, and Barre later. For now, I want to hone in on what the Yoga certification did for me and my diet. It was kind of mind-blowing.
During the workshop I talked to a few people about eating vegan. One woman discussed heavily the topic of being grossed out by drinking cow's milk. Another person chimed in about watching the film, "What the Health." I had heard of the film from a film-maker vegan activist as well. All of this coincided with learning more about meditation, reading about Yoga history, and being in mediation for long amounts of time over the weekend.
A few weeks later at my Werq class, I picked up a "how to be vegan" pamphlet that PETA makes. It seemed like lots of things were coming together. So, I told my husband I wanted to try and be vegan. We watched Forks over Knives and What the Health one weekend. Then decided to give it a go.
The process and experience of the last three years with navigating a plant-based diet have been rich and detailed with trial and tribulation. When I am ovulating and having my period I crave chocolate, beef jerky, chicken, cheese burgers, Taco Bell, and a whole lot of other junk. But, for Lent 2020 I went pure vegan for 40 days. It is a complicated whirlwind that I am always charting the course, re-steering, and calibrating.
Sometimes I feel bad that I can't be the full vegan activist that I want to be. Other times I relish the turkey bacon wrapped jalapeños that I'm eating with my husband. I think for now, the best choice for us to be plant-based with meat on the side. I hope to come out of this journey on the right side of history. I love animals and I don't want to hurt another soul by eating its former bodily presence. But, brie is good y'all.
For now, I do know that my hormones are a part of it. My mental state is a huge part of it. The influences around me and preparation tactics are huge as well. Although my relationship to veganism is sloppy and messy, I do really believe in the messages and meaning behind its premise. I encourage everyone to at least try a few nights off, if not a forever commitment (I'm thinking of you Rebecca Burnett) to never eating meat again.
Also, what will happen after this peri-menopause event when my hormones are completely rewired?!?