A tribute to Soujourner Truth

Sojourner Truth:
"Ain't I a Woman?", December 1851

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Sojourner Truth (1797-1883): Ain't I A Woman?
Delivered 1851
Women's Convention, Akron, Ohio 

Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that 'twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what's this they call it? [member of audience whispers, "intellect"] That's it, honey. What's that got to do with women's rights or negroes' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say. 

A random rant

Men

Ya I think about it.

Why does it always seem that women wait endlessly on a cliff by the sea waiting for their men. Clearly the imagery is very suiting for those of us who have a 'romantic' idea of fishermen's wives.
Endlessly we wait. We wait for our men when they go to war. We wait for our men when they go into the field to harvest the grains and we wait for them to come back from the sea.

Is it possible that in some deep part of ourselves it is part of the tragedy of portuguese women? that at some point we will be waiting for our man?

I don't think we are that ignorant. In fact we have never been ignorante even when imposed upon by a male dominated society. Perhaps at some point we conformed to the idea that we had to be wives and mothers. That we were responsible for the cooking and the cleaning and the child rearing. If we did that for our men we did not do it out of ignorance but out of an awareness of what is necessity.

Why did women stay years on end with ungrateful souls who at times trampled on their spirit for years on end? Necessity. In a male dominated society which was ours that was necessity.
We have never really needed a man. They have only served as a fassade and at times our men are really only the psydonym to our work.

To need a man is to put too much  power in his hands. Women have strived to break free from male opression and the fight is still unending I am sad to say. We may like him. We may love him but we do not in fact need him for anything.
This is not to say that the companionship and friendship shared between a man and a woman are wrong. Their is no wrong in the universal values. People tend to be social creatures even though we may not always be very social.

Maybe one of the mysteries of natural world is how women put up with men.

We should put up with people regardless of their gender. We are people deserving of respect. No longer should we accept when a man whistles at us.
No longer should we accept that he can look at our legs because of our choice of clothing.
No longer should we take it when they shout at us 'hey honey.'

Abuse is abuse and no man should have the right to abuse a women because he is a man.
Would it be right for us to starve a cat just because he is a cat?

http://www.cmjornal.xl.pt/detalhe/noticias/opiniao/rui-pereira/piropos-e-violacoes

http://www.cmjornal.xl.pt/detalhe/noticias/nacional/sociedade/piropo-e-assedio-sexual

ok

Okay I've been researching on ehow.com and one thing almost all the articles agree on is telling your crush you have a crush on them.

Signs they like you back include crossing their arms, fidgeting with their hair.
They look at you and then look away when they notice you looking at them althought they stay standing facing your direction.

Things to do to get over a crush
get out of town, hang out with friends, date other people (did that ended up with a china man stuck to my ass), avoid the crush just for a while.

Things to do if you like a guy. Stop talking about him to friends.
Tell him you like him, casually, by e-mail. Tell him your expectations.

I am back in the same rute now I wait. If he makes the cookies it is a good sign. If he doesn't I'll either a move on, b do nothing, c tell him!

A crush

Defenition by urban dictionary.com

When you see a person and your heart starts to race, you become nervous and if your a shy person you try and avoid them. When your not with them you always think about them, ive had a crush on someone for ages and it drove me crazy, the best thing to do is tell them how you feel and if it ends up they dont feel the same way you can get over it and stop going crazy over them.



yep.

Mission cookie 2 (because mission cookie one didn't work out so good)

É normal ter passionettas mas fazer algo já é outra coisa. e eu sou analphabeta neste departamento mas
tenho estado a fazer pesquisa.


How to subtly get a guy to know you like him.

1

Smile and lock eyes often. Without saying a word, a simple smile and a look can say enough, so remember to smile when he catches you staring at him.

2

Be nice to him. While it may seem obvious, keep it in your mind that you want him to know you like him, so even if you're having a bad day, be nice.

3

Confide in him. Tell him a secret, big or small, to let him know that you trust him.

4

Call him to tell him something you saw that reminded you of him. This will show him that you think about him when he's not there and that you've paid attention to a story he's told or a personality quirk he may have.

5

Be courteous and offering by waiting for him after class, offering to drive him somewhere when his car breaks down, or letting him borrow a movie you think he may enjoy.

6

Flirt with him; touch his arm when you're laughing or saying good-bye, stand closer to him.

Tips & Warnings

• Don't be too pushy or aggressive with any of these steps. For example, don't tell him every secret you've ever kept or offer to do every single thing for him.
• Some guys may need to be told straight out "I like you" before they get it.

Read more: How to Subtly Show a Guy You Like Him | eHow.com http://www.ehow.com/how_5675569_subtly-show-guy-like-him.html#ixzz1wGSGB7Mu
numero 4 já fiz mais ou menos.
Prestei atenção ao facto de ele dizer que gostava de uma coisa, bolachas crocantes, e depois mencionei
noutra converssa que tivemos. Ele riu-se.

O meu problema é consitencia. Não tento falar com ele cada vez que o vejo porque fico enervada.
Dizem para eu ser 'myself' mas eu panico e fico a ser uma versão de mim que parece avó.

Ainda estou a espera de uma resposta divina, qualquer coisa para ver se vou tentar ir em frente. Podia simplesmente ir ao 'bolacha' e dizer ' olha lá eu só queria dizer te que tenho um fraco por ti. Era só isso.' mas visto que eu não o farei estou a espera de uma resposta divina porque senão vou em frente e esqueço esta passionetta e contento me em nunca mais molhar o pé nessas aguas. (Pelo menos por agora)

Grandola Vila Morena

Há muitos anos que ando a ouvir esta canção e a canta-la em casa para mim mais do que nunca sinto me portuguesa através desta canção. Isto era o meu elo com o país da minha mãe que eu sempre considerei meu.
E foi com muita honra que a cantei com o coro da universidade de Lisboa nos concertos da crise de '62. Quase que me faz chorar porque o desejo, o sonho inalcansavel foi alcansado. Eu cantei o Grandôla Vila Morena em Portugal pela primeira vez na minha vida. Já não era uma canção estranha numa língua estranha sem sentido.

Moi

Gosto de dividir bem a minha vida mesmo não sendo sempre possivel. é por isso que tenho um blog para as minha obras de arte, um para os poemas proza e histórias. Nunca fui pessoa de acreditar em publicar a sua vida on-line mas notei que é mesmo o que eu fasso com o wall do meu facebook. Durante um tempo tentei só por citações mas não durou muito tempo.

Eu não consigo estar limitada a uma só lingua porque penso em tres, e em nenhuma escrevo bem. :P
Como várias pessoas tenho um diário.  No meu diário raramente escrevo coisas pessoais. Não vale a pena leio depois e já não tem valor nenhum. Escrevo pensamentos e poemas.