Our talented guest writer Elisha returns with her second instalment of Raising a Feminist.
We are all searching for the reason why we’re here. In some way or another, we’re all embarking on a journey that comes in the form of self-expression, personal development, accomplishment, fulfillment; success and purpose, whatever it may mean to you. The ways in which we try to fill the blanks between “I was born,” and “I was born, because…” are innumerable. Our journeys are all personal and vary greatly based on the individual, but something that I think gets lost is the divide between us as individuals and our children as individuals because being a parent is such an all-consuming job. We live and breathe for them which is, in so many ways, the most beautiful gift we give to them every day. With that said, something that we must remember is that our children each have their own identity and personage. If this is nurtured and encouraged, the product is Independent Children: children who are more inclined to be confident, self-sufficient, self-motivated, make better decisions, and collaborate better with peers.
This weekend L & Q welcomed in the New Year with a romantic jaunt to la belle Paris. From the time our plane landed to the time we left French soil again, our trip totalled almost exactly 48 hours. In that time we not only saw all the major tourist landmarks, but also absorbed some local culture and authentic Parisian charm. Here is how we did Paris in a weekend.
Emily Jessee returns to Boshemia to share her reflections on the weeks following the 2016 American election, dissecting The American Problem and looking ahead to Trump’s America. Emily is a young feminist creative who uses platforms like photography to portray the harshness and vulnerability of the world around her.
It is as if reality has become something that dystopia cannot even begin to describe.
Thanksgiving, no matter its origins, history or current associations, is a wonderful moment in the calendar year; a rare moment of widespread calm and togetherness. It is a time when Americans finally stop and take a moment to reflect on the things that they are truly thankful for.
With 1/3 of Boshemia being American, it seemed only fitting to stop and reflect ourselves on what Boshemia is thankful for.
Last night, in my liberal complacency, I wrote a premature post congratulating Hillary Rodham Clinton for being the first woman president of the United States. I was so sure, the polls were sure, Saturday Night Live was sure; there was no way in hell this competent, qualified, hardworking public servant would lose to a brash bully who’s become the laughing stock of the world, and who’s never actually worked in politics before.
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
You’ve seen the Facebook pages dedicated to them. You’ve seen high street brands ridiculously jump on the bandwagon and print cringeworthy t-shirts of oh-so-relatable slogans about them. You’ve heard (and probably made) the jokes about them.
‘90s kids’: totally and utterly obsessed with nostalgia for their birth or childhood decade. Why? Why are those darn millennials always harping on about the past? I can certainly hazard some guesses.
On Friday morning, after an uncomfortable and shaky plane journey from Cape Town to Dubai, I sat in the Dubai airport musing of my month long adventure in South Africa. I was mentally planning all the Boshemia posts I could write about the culture, the atmosphere, my new found willingness to try new things. Honestly, I was this close to planning a post about the wine. And then, something terrible happened.
I checked my phone.
Dubai airport has about half an hour of free Wi-Fi, and for some reason, I wasted them on Twitter (follow @boshemiablog for witty updates, solid retweets, and #feministbanter). That’s where I saw Donald Trump’s most recent #scandal. “What has he done this time?” I thought with the tired weariness of someone who has been following this hellscape of an election for over a year now.