Elle Canada: What worries you when you think about the world in 15 years’ time?
Buffy Sainte-Marie: The residue of today’s racketeers; the current expansion of sensationalism, greed and power. Money isnt’ everything, but that’s what we’re teaching one another–and not only in MBA programs. We need a counterweight in the home, in education and int eh spiritual realm of people’s common-sense heart truth.
Buffy Sainte-Marie in “Trailblazer Tales” by Sarah Laing in Elle Canada May 2016
I had thought that 2016 was off to a rather boring start. The first few months of this new year have left me rather uninspired and feeling like nothing new is happening. I decided to conscientiously invest my energies into making stuff happen, and I’m pleased to say that it’s starting to work! A lot of exiting things have come up, and I think this year will be entertaining after all.
One such new project is for The Closet Feminist. Starting tomorrow, I will be kicking off a new series. Not going to say–you’ll have to come back and check! There is a hint in this post though….stay tuned, I promise it’s going to be exciting.
Here in Vancouver we’ve had lots of weirdly sunny and warm days given the time of year. Everyone is enjoying the sunshine, but I must admit it makes me nervous. This unusually warm weather might mean another summer-long drought, or perhaps indicates the severity of climate change? Not sure, but its been on my mind for sure. Also, as long-time readers of The Closet Feminist will know, I hate summer clothing. Give me cold-weather layers any time.
Other news–I haven’t seen Lemonade yet, but from some of the images I’ve seen it definitely reminds me of Kasi Lemmon’s amazing film Eve’s Bayou. Def watch if you need more #BlackGirlMagic in your life.
Another update for ya–we’re at May, and I’ve read twenty-five books since January 1st written by women. The first twenty I read are listed here.
May also brings us to the start of wedding season! I’ve got one wedding I’m going to this year so far. Whether or not you’re into weddings generally, be sure to drop by the CF this Friday for a thematic post.
The window stayed shut. The door swung open and a pair of long, long legs slid out. Legs like a pilgrimage. Silver stockings, pumpkin pumps, suit green as the salads I haven’t seen in years. Her scarf was a scrap of silk the same colour as the Talbot, disappearing down her cleavage–which, I’m happy to report, was both substantial and on display. The dame didn’t even get out. She leaned her elbows on her knees and plunked her sweet little face down into her hands. She was tall, but delicately built, like a moth. She had rouge on, but not a slut brand. The expensive stuff. The kind that comes in colours with names. The kind that comes from home. From Earth, where you can make anything as easy as tripping and falling. Lipstick to match her shoes. Eyelashes as long as my thumb, tipped in a soft fuchsia fringe. Nails to match her big violet eyes. I bet she had the shade done up special–the nails or the eyes; I wouldn’t know which. A classy piece by any measure. She smelled like accounts receivable. She looked like old money. The kind of money that can ship a Talbot all the way to the outer planets without chipping the paint.
“There was about Alexandra something of the impervious calm of the fatalist, always disconcerting to the very young people, who cannot feel that the heart lives at all unless it is still at the mercy of storms; unless its strings can scream to the touch of pain.”
from O Pioneers! by Willa Cather
Looking for other playlists by The Closet Feminist? Check out our first mix, “Breastfeeding Jams” here.
“People keep asking me about turning 40 with some kind of negative connotation,” explains Monaghan. “And it’s only women asking me, I must say. I find it sad that we can’t say to each other ‘Congratulations.’ At what point did we stop celebrating life and accomplishments?”
Michelle Monaghan in “Birthday Girl” by Sarah Laing in Elle Canada May 2016