Thursday, May 23, 2013

Weekly Flâneur: Faded

Faded street art of men in uniform. Click to enlarge.
The ghostly bobbies on the mural outside of Sir Ed's disapprove of me forgetting to take a picture of them while the sun was still high in the sky. Silly mural ghosts. Beer is much more important. 

Sir Edmond Halley's Restaurant & Freehouse, Charlotte, N.C., May 2013 

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

To Walk After Midnight

I want things I cannot articulate, laid out before me like a garden of red peppers, now barely seeds.

Walking in suburbia after midnight is walking in the land of cats and small beetles, open windows and blue lights of TV screens. The smell of honeysuckle by the creek. Darting insects under sandaled foot, the sidewalk white and winding under streetlights. I think of cities. I think of Paris in Autumn, the taste of apple pastries. I think of rain in a city I have never seen, the long fogs of Seattle. I think of London, I think of home. I walk through writer's block, I walk through excessive adjectives, I walk through damp grass from the day's thunderstorm and try to make it into a metaphor. I walk slowly, the lights of passing cars my only human contact. A cat eyes me warily from under a mini-van. The houses share walls, share street space, share small squares of grass before long lines of cars. We are jammed up on one another in the middle of nowhere, anchored by a suite of big box stores and a bus stop. I think of Oakland Avenue, of late night walks down 7th street. I think of Roehampton Lane and the stretch of darkness between the council houses and the sole shop open later than 8 pm. I think of other Natalies, other women to walk alone on late night streets and never make it home again.

I tell myself that it is OK to be tired, to crawl into bed with damp hair curling from the moist air, to write tomorrow. Tomorrow may be kinder, brighter. Tomorrow there may be bright red peppers to wash in the sunlight streaming in from the kitchen window.

"Dummy," I tell myself. It is tomorrow. It will be what I make it.

Tonight's Jam



Patsy Cline, "Walking After Midnight"

Friday, May 10, 2013

Friday QuoteDay

“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that is your own self. So you have to begin there, not outside, not on other people. That comes afterwards, when you have worked on your own corner.” 
 — Aldous Huxley, English writer, author of Brave New World
 

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Weekly Flâneur: A Thousand Eyes

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"The Night Has A Thousand Eyes" 

by Francis William Bourdillon

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying of the sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.


Cherry tree at midnight, downtown Charlotte, N.C., Spring 2013

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Saturday QuoteDay

“The model for tomorrow, and this is the model I’ve been using with enormous enthusiasm since I started blogging back in 2001, is to try everything. Make mistakes. Surprise ourselves. Try anything else. Fail. Fail better. And succeed in ways we never would have imagined a year or a week ago.” 

— Neil Gaiman, on blogging. 
(Previous Mr. Gaiman quotes here, here and here!) 

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Why Don't You ...

This past week, I had my very first food story as the section lead in the local alt weekly paper. It's a personal stepping stone for me, because I never really write about food or music for pay. I've written about restaurants and interviewed chefs, but I've never had a lead story or written about the actual food itself. I never really wanted to. I still never want to have to write about music. Musicians, sure. And occasionally, here on this space, I've waxed poetic about pop stars. Once, I managed to become inspired enough to even break down a song and write a post on it. (Hello, Lady Gaga!) I unabashedly love pop music and musicals and never-heard-of-thems, but I don't want to write about them.

If it's not in your blood to enjoy every aspect of working with something, it quickly sours. That's why some hobbies can't translate into paying work. Writing is something I am good at and love to do, so I sweat it out and still enjoy it. But when it comes to music, it is the one area, the one subject, in my life that I can turn off my brain and just enjoy.  I like it, because I don't have to think about it. No analyzing beats, no dissecting lyrics, no questioning motives. No digging out the Five Ws. No reviewing. Listen, enjoy, repeat. This isn't to say I do not recognize problematic lyrics or artists, or will listen to just anything. But since I do not have any ambition to write about music, or to be a music reviewer, or a singer, a songwriter, or to learn a new instrument or critique musical arrangements, I am free to be dumb and listen to things that make me happy or invoke nostalgia or make me cry. It's freeing. I loathe to give it up. A good, tasty meal has the same effect. It's why I steer clear of penning Yelp reviews and why I do not share recipes on my blog. But after this past week, I think it's time. So food, sure. I'm taking the step and adding it to my list of things I can write about. Music is still a no. It's still mine.

So, why don't I write about David Bowie's new album? That's between me and him.


Sunday, April 28, 2013

Tonight's Jam

I was slightly obsessed with this song in 2011, and it pleases me that Emeli Sandé is finally playing on the Top 40 radio stations in North Carolina.


Emeli Sandé, "Next to Me"

Friday, April 26, 2013

Friday QuoteDay

"It's the disconnect of being trained since birth to look a certain way, only to have dudes turn around and go, 'Don't you know we hate all that stuff on your face?' Like it was our idea! Like women collectively woke up one day and thought, 'Wouldn't it be awesome to slap a bunch of chemicals and dyes on our faces every morning from now on?'

We've got a multi-billion dollar industry doing their best to remind us daily that we need what they're selling, so don't act all befuddled about where we got the idea that we looked better this way. Plus, it's not like men don't still expect us to look beautiful. They just don't want us cheating with cosmetics. Hope your face is naturally flawless! 

And while we're talking, don't you ladies know how annoying it is that you're all hung up on your weight? Sure, we expect you to have a great body. But don't be one of those lame girls who orders salads on a date. We like to see you eat! 

Most of the time, when men say they prefer 'natural beauty,' they don't mean that they're ready for us to start leaving the house the way we roll out of bed in the morning. They mean that they want us to look perfect without appearing to try. 

Basically, it's a trap. 

— Emily McCombs, Editor at XOJane, "On Men Who Don't Like Women In MakeUp


Thursday, April 25, 2013

Weekly Flâneur: Book It

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The Main Library of Uptown Charlotte has featured a multitude of literary quotes on its outer columns since 1996. (Though the building itself has been around as long as I can remember. And I remember being kicked out of Main as a small child for being rowdy* with a friend in the late 1980s, so that's at least 20 years. They let me back in. Eventually.) It's a lovely way to enjoy some light outdoor reading on a lunch break from the skyscrapers that dwarf the building, before heading inside to grab a book on hold or wander the stacks.

Since I missed both Weekly Flâneur and Friday QuoteDay last week due to travel, I'd like to think that a photo of a quote can make up for it? What say you, dear friends? All smiles and forgiveness, or will you take your flaneuring needs elsewhere? (Kidding, I know you'll stay here with me forever! BBFFs, best blog friends 4eva!)

Mr. B is fond of Groucho Marx's quote, and so one recent night out on the town I snapped this pic. The first shot I took was without a flash, which ironically made the photo ... too dark to read. All the quotes can be found here.
"Outside of a dog, a book is probably man's best friend, and inside a dog, it's too dark to read." Groucho Marx
The bonus side quote reads:
"The beautiful thing about learning is nobody can take it from you." B.B. King
And hidden behind them both is this quote:
"One of the greatest gifts adults can give – to their offspring and to society – is to read to children." Carl Sagan
Let's all go take a blanket outside to the newly sprung grass and read a book in the sunshine. Don't wake me if I fall asleep. See you there.

*Well, not so much rowdy. More like a champion of justice. Another child stole my friend Katie's purse, containing a prized $2 bill inside, so I tackled him while she punched. We were in full Brownie Troop uniform. The attending librarian who found two girl scouts sitting on a boy's chest and beating him took pity on the thief and hauled us out of the kid's section and straight to the troop leaders, who happened to be our mothers. Sorry, Mom/Scout Leader!

Thursday, April 4, 2013

A Few Things That Have Happened Lately

  •  Yesterday I wrote that I wouldn't be writing this week. Humans are creatures of multiple contradictions. Looks like I'm blogging after all!

  • If you follow me on my personal Twitter, you'll know I'm somewhat obsessed with the TV show Spartacus ending, and if I was a true Internet writer worth my salt I would have already written at least 20 feminist critiques and analyzed the show and its nuanced performances of gender reflected in hyper masculinity and the blatant examples of the failings of a patriarchal society but then I open up this picture of Dan Feuerriegel in a tub and I'm just like, hi. Um, hi.

  • Source: Coffee-table book In The Tub by TJ Scott, available at Kickstarter.

    I mean, I just, what. I can't. With this. Abs. Seriously. Hi.*

    I sincerely hope that there is another writer out there in the wilds of the Internet who can entertainingly dissect this show with a critical and informative lens the same way other shows like Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead are constantly dissected. I'm sorry it's not going to be me. Because, yeah.

  • Bullet lists are still a thing at FitC. And everywhere else on the entire Internet for the rest of history.

  • According to collective cross-over pop culture and literary knowledge, Hemingway stood at his dresser to write. A few of my colleagues praise the stand-n-write mode. Me? I dunno. I'm trying it now, safely away from prying eyes in my bedroom, and it makes me feel silly. But I can step away to pace, which I frequently get up to do when writing anyway, so I suppose it erases the whole push-away-from-the-desk-in-my-chair-to-stand step in my writing?

  • There's a pond near my house with a pair of Canadian geese, and recently one goose got too close to the road and was hit by a car. And everyday this week I've driven by and seen the lone mate near its fallen friend and my heart breaks a little each time in ways that I never knew it capable of breaking for a small, mourning goose.

  • I'm so sorry for that last bullet point. I know. I know!

  • Here's some crocheted bunnies I have made. They are all going to good homes.


  • It's true what they say about bunnies. I left them alone and boom! Room full.

  • If you're wondering why March has fewer posts than February and January, may I remind you that David Bowie has a new album to listen to? That's why.

  • A Thing I wrote today: This week I am working temp in an office and writing two stories. After being unemployed for so long it's so much activity. It's like, WHOA whoa there. All this activity. Shouldn't we be taking a nap or something? I mean, isn't it time for a TV marathon break in this office? No? Man.

  • I wasn't even going to blog this week. I blame Dan Feuerriegel.

*If you want to follow me on my non-anonymous personal Twitter, drop me a line and we'll continue this intelligent discussion.

Working Girl

As many of you know (and are tired of me telling you), I work as a freelance writer and will occasionally take a job writing in-house for a company. For the past two weeks, I've been hired to do some temp work as an editor at a newspaper while the current editor is on vacation. I started last week, which means that poor FitC didn't get any love. I also interviewed and accepted to cover another editorial job with a local magazine in the coming months, which is great for my bank account, bad for blogging.

Sadly, there was nothing new here last week and I'm afraid I have nothing new for this week. But please stick with me and know that I will be back to snapping pics and loving on David Bowie with my words soon enough. A working Natalie is also a happy Natalie, so I'm sending extra smiles and love to each and every one of you. Thanks for reading, and see you next week!

Friday, March 22, 2013

Weekly Flâneur: The Riverbend

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The Oconaluftee River is sacred to the people of the Eastern Band of Cherokee, and I feel very lucky to have spent a day enjoying the late winter sun on its shores.

March 16, 2013, Qualla Boundary, Great Smokey Mountains, Cherokee, North Carolina, USA

Friday, March 15, 2013

Friday QuoteDay

“I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.” 

 — Ivan E. Coyote, spoken word performer and writer. Quote from Missed Her

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Weekly Flâneur: Taste the Rainbow

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Happy early St. Patrick's Day! The only rainbow I am interested in are these French Macaroons. How beautiful are they? If they look familiar, it may be because you've seen them in your dreams, or in The Hunger Games film. Amelie's French Bakery supplied Katniss and Peeta with the bounty of food for their train ride to the capital, and these lovelies were stacked high on their table. (Does that mean Charlotte, N.C., is District 12?)

Have a safe and happy drinking and green-wearing holiday, my loves! 

Amelie's French Bakery, March 12, 2013, Charlotte, N.C. USA


Friday, March 8, 2013

Hollywood Lessons For Young Ladies

Nothing in media or pop culture exists within a vacuum. Today on FitC, we visit three recent films that are aimed at children and young adults. We are forever absorbing messages through media, and these three films are perpetuating subtle and sometimes blatant lessons for young women and their expected place in the world. (A reminder: To pass the Bechdel Test, a film must have 1.) At least two women 2.) who have a conversation 3.) about something other than men.) Let's have a look, shall we?

Jack attack. Image via Wikipedia.
Jack the Giant Slayer 

Plot: There's Jack, some magic beans, a beanstalk, and fee fi foe fumm giants. Standard fairy tale stuff. This version includes an intrepid princess who Jasmines her way out of the palace to escape her arranged marriage and seek adventure. She is the Smurfette of the film, and doesn't do much except become giant bait and provide a way for Jack to become a hero. This isn't necessary a bad thing; we can't all be heroes. Sometimes we need to be saved. It's Jack's story. The problem comes when the damsel in distress the ONLY representation of women we see. And in this particular batch of movies? Jack the Giant Slayer is not only the film that is (surprisingly!) the most entertaining, but the most tolerable when comes to positive representation. Chew on that for a minute.

Main Female Characters:
One. Apparently giants reproduce asexually, as there are no lady giants in the bunch.

Does it pass the Bechdel Test?: No. There's a brief prologue scene of young Isabelle reading a story with her mother, but the story is about a brave king and the giants.

Lesson for Young Girls:
Be an adventurer! But only if it helps a random dude. Waiting for the array of knights in shining armor to show up and save you is a great way to pass the time. Have you brushed your hair today?

Subtext: Your grand adventure is to wait for the male adventurer in your life to save you. Try not to screw it up by being self-sufficient.

Side Note: At one point, the princess is put in gold-plated armor. It gave me false hope she would actually join in the giant slaying. Sadly, this was just for show.

Beautiful Creatures: Ugly Stereotypes. Image via Wikipedia.
Beautiful Creatures

Plot: Teen Cardboard Cut-Out Forrest Gump is in love with Lena, a teen witch. Lena is on the verge of becoming a good witch or a bad witch. Dark "casters" are shunned by the good witch community, and Lena is being trained by her uncle to chose the light and become good. Her mother and cousin plot to have Lena join the dark side and rule the world with them. I think? I dunno, this movie was, like, 20 hours long, with terribly repetitive smooching between Teen Witch Barbie and Ken, mind-numbingly boring, and managed to fit in every Southern stereotype possible. (Even Civil War re-enactments!)

Main Female Characters: 3. A cringe-inducing Magical Negro character (played by Viola Davis, who deserves better), spends the entire movie helping white people solve their problems and playing nursemaid to Forrest Gump. Lena, who plays the role of exceptional girl and rejects the women in her life in favor of Forrest and the approval of her uncle. And the mother and cousin witches, who are all sex and evil and of course must be destroyed and seriously, ugh. UGH. This racist, sexist movie.

Does it pass the Bechdel test?:
Maybe? At one point the mean mom witch and teenage girl witch were talking about her future, and how powerful and strong and dark she could be? But they probably jumped right back on the topic of Teenage Dream Forrest Gump before the audience could get uncomfortable ideas about Lena's independence.

Lesson for Young Girls: Your boyfriend and male influences are way more important than your mother. Mom-witch is no longer virginal or matronly, and failing to fit into the assigned spaces of womenhood, must be destroyed. Does your uncle like you enough? Work on that. Have you sacrificed enough for your teen boyfriend so that his dreams of college and a bright future can be met? Try harder. And if you're a young woman of color? White people aren't gonna clean up their own messes.

Subtext: Work hard so your menfolk will be happy. If you have the approval of the men in your life, you don't need any other women. (Except your one black friend, who lives to serve you.)

Side Note: Aziz Ansari and Stephen Colbert are two actors who were born and/or raised in South Carolina. Neither sound anything like Ken Doll Forrest Gump's atrocious accent. The Hollywood stereotypes of the South seen in this movie are a whoooole other post.

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Oz The Great and Powerful

Plot: The hero of the story is a conman who lands on Oz to stick his penis into things. And save Oz? But his name is also Oz? And it's all kind of a 3-D, technicolor mess with a middling, passive storyline that puts James Franco and his penis around beautiful women who are stuck with a dull script that leaves little for them to do? Oz claims to be a wizard and all the witches fall all over themselves for him. After a nighttime romp with one witch, who declares the next morning that she is happy to become the future queen of Oz, he runs off to meet another witch and lust after some gold exactly like Scrooge McDuck and I don't know, y'all. There's munchkins and fireworks and I mean, why can't the witches just run Oz on their own? Look. This about sums it up: At one point the movie even addresses the manipulative way Oz ups and leaves the ladies who love him, and the sidekick monkey states, "You broke that poor girl's heart." Prompting Oz to answer blithely, "She'll get over it. They always do." When a bellhop-clad flying monkey voiced by Zach Braff is your voice of reason, there is something wrong with your movie.

Main Female Characters: 3 or 4, witches and a living China Doll, all dependent upon Oz to save or woo them.

Does it pass the Bechdel Test?:
Ha.

Lesson for Young Girls:
If you have a sexual encounter ("Dancing," as Disney says. They stay up all night "dancing.") with someone who is charming and kind and says all the right things but who is really a conman, it's still your fault for falling for it. Congratulations. You are now a wicked witch woman who deserves warts and scorn and not even the reprieve of a nice spa day because you can't get wet. Watch out for falling houses.

Subtext:
No sex before marriage, or you will turn green and warty. But only if you're a girl. Boys get to become consequence-free kings.

Side Note: This prequel film taints Judy Garland's heroics. When the wizard sends Dorothy to kill the wicked witch in 1939's The Wizard of Oz, now it isn't so much a test of her faith and courage, but a way to dispatch his ex-girlfriend without getting his hands dirty. What a hero.

Film.com published an excellent and well-researched article on this topic, and gives us this great quote:
In a bitter reversal of Baum’s stories, “Great and Powerful” casts the women as the sidekicks, standing by to aid the Wizard should he need it. No longer instigators of action, the witches Glinda, Theodora, and Evanora now clasp their hands at arrival, thrilled the prophesied hero has arrived (“Aren’t you the great man we’ve been waiting for?” asks Theodora, voice trembling. Actually, all the female dialogue seems to be on the wobbly verge of tears). Whereas Baum’s charlatan Wizard accidentally became ruler of Oz, making a mess of things in the process, now we have one who has a place carved out for him, and is hailed as the man “who can set things right” (silly witches, always making a mess of their kingdoms!). Who knew three sorceresses –- who were all-seeing and all-knowing in prior Oz tales -– were actually helpless compared to a man from Kansas? And helpless against him! Yes, Michelle Williams’ Glinda is smart enough to see through our hero’s lies and bluster, but otherwise she’s completely stripped of any real agency. “Great and Powerful” corrects Baum’s grievous abstinence, and reminds us all women must fall for a handsome traveler. The modern day Wizard now wins at least 2/3 of the onscreen hearts instead of being shamed as a liar.
Best to stick with director Sam Raimi's previous work, Xena: Warrior Princess, if you're in the mood for watching something that doesn't involve a demeaning female lead.

Friday QuoteDay: International Women's Day 2013 Edition

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Today is International Women's Day.

While we raise a toast to the amazing, brave and intelligent women in our lives, we also have to remember why today is still a necessity. Visit internationalwomensday.com to learn about events in your area and ways to reach equality in our lifetime.