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Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Friday, April 13, 2012
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Another video. I know, I know...
But this one makes me proud to be an American, a girl who has grown up into a woman, and a Katy Perry fan. These women are elegant and strong and such an incredible picture of what it means to stick together. So you should soak up these gorg photos for all eight minutes.
PS- I *am* proud to be an American. And I get pretty annoyed when people act like that's the equivalent of being an ignorant xenophobe. I just think we have a lot to be thankful for, and I'm proud of a LOT of who we are. So deal, y'all.
PPS- Dustin played soccer with a guy who tried to ask out one of these players at a bar in Portland a few months ago. And then Abby Wambach came over (double fisting her beers like a badass), and said, "THAT IS MY GIRLFRIEND." Hehe.
PPPS- Hope Solo (the keeper) played at UW, and her coach was in Dresden to watch this game. Also, my boss's son plays on the U-21 Men's team and I won't be surprised if he's in the World Cup again. Baller. (Get it? Literally a baller.)
PPPPS- I miss writing letters where I did this PS thing in such an out of control way. Who needs to structure their thoughts when we have PS? And PPS?
Monday, April 26, 2010
Thursday, August 27, 2009
As We Clutch, As We Circle
From Kelly Corrigan's essay, "Transcending: Words on Women and Strength"
We will call and say “I heard the news” and whatever the news is, we will come running, probably with food...Eventually, someone who is not supposed to die will, maybe one of us, maybe a husband, God forbid a child, and all this celebrating and sharing and confessing will make certain essential comforts possible. We’ll rally around and hold each other up and it won’t be nearly enough, but it will help the time pass just a hair faster than it would have otherwise. We will wait patiently and lovingly for that first laugh after the loss. When it comes, and it will come, we will cry as we howl, as we clutch, as we circle. We will transcend, ladies. Because we did all this, in that worst moment, we will transcend.
We will call and say “I heard the news” and whatever the news is, we will come running, probably with food...Eventually, someone who is not supposed to die will, maybe one of us, maybe a husband, God forbid a child, and all this celebrating and sharing and confessing will make certain essential comforts possible. We’ll rally around and hold each other up and it won’t be nearly enough, but it will help the time pass just a hair faster than it would have otherwise. We will wait patiently and lovingly for that first laugh after the loss. When it comes, and it will come, we will cry as we howl, as we clutch, as we circle. We will transcend, ladies. Because we did all this, in that worst moment, we will transcend.
Monday, June 15, 2009
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