GLOW opens on Ruth Wilder (Alison Brie), reading for a part in an audition. She emotively delivers a powerful and dramatic monologue, at the end of which the casting director informs her that she had been reading the wrong part—the man’s part. They reset. The casting director leads her in. Ruth performs the women’s audition part:
(knock knock) Sorry to interrupt, your wife is on line two.
This opening scene sets the flavour for GLOW perfectly; the show is a delightfully nostalgia-hazed and also critical and shrewdly observant portrayal of the real-life women’s wrestling circuit of the same name—The Gorgeous Ladies Of Wrestling.
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.
Boshemia introduces a new bi-weekly art/literature initiative: Bo-Arts.Twice a month, we will share creative writing and visual art submissions from our readers and folks who identify as feminist to give a larger audience to emerging creatives. Our goal is to provide a platform for feminist artists to share and discuss their work.
This second installment of Bo-Arts, Enlightenment, is brought to you by the American artist Ashley Renee Hoffman. Ashley Renee Hoffman is a photographer and collage artist living amongst mountains of magazines, not unlike the Appalachian mountains around her. In 2011 she received a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from Shepherd University with a concentration in photography and computer imagery. During this time she rediscovered her legacy as an Appalachian as well as her sexuality.
With Valentine’s Day and the inevitable nuclear holocaust coming up, don’t we all just want someone with whom to watch as the mushroom clouds explode as you eat heart shaped candy? Well, here’s a post for all the straight male readers out there – that’s right, all three of you. Here’s a post on how to date a feminist; because as the world eats itself up, you need someone by your side to blame everything on the patriarchy. Read on straight dudes for the ultimate feminist dating guide.
Boshemia are proud to present a new periodical series titled “Raising a Feminist”, from regular guest writer and US Boshemia babe Elisha. We’ll hand over and let her introduce herself and her gorgeous daughter.
When I first started on my path of motherhood I was clueless.
Real talk: I was under the personal fable that even though I had no idea what I was doing with my life, somehow the love that I had for the life growing within me would be enough. Though I knew that, scientifically, what was growing inside of me was little more than a bundle of cells, Ryenne was already a person to me in mind and spirit, a life which needed to be intertwined with mine. All my confusion was veiled with the endearing, rose-coloured tint that my pregnancy and the hopeful anticipation of this amazing human had cast upon my life. Realistically, I knew very little about myself or who I wanted to be, but I ardently felt (and still feel) that I could wield a metaphorical scythe which would clear away the brambles of our difficult world for this little being; forging a path which could make Ryenne a better person than I could ever have dreamed to be. In this new age of parenting, we are finding this often: parents whose aim is to create a generation free of the binds that have previously tied us. These binds which cause discrimination against us for race, gender, sexuality, religion or lack thereof, unconventional physical and mental abilities: all the demarcations which make misguided minds very uncomfortable, but over which we have no control. We are parents whose goal is to raise a generation of trauma-free individuals with the capability to surpass the pitfalls of the society in which we were raised. We are Feminist parents, Progressive Parents, Modern Families.
Today, Carrie Fisher’s daughter released a statement via People stating that her mother had passed away aged 60 following a heart attack on a flight home to LA on 23rd December. At the end of a very long year filled with many deaths of beloved celebrities, this is one which will touch the hearts of many generations of people from all walks of life. From long-time followers to people who were helped by her candid and honest accounts of mental illness to brand new fans brought on board by last year’s The Force Awakens, Carrie’s death will certainly be a tough one to swallow.
Guest writer Margaret Mitchell Faiver is a recent graduate of Shepherd University and is currently pursuing graduate studies towards an MFA degree in creative writing at Miami University, Oxford, Ohio. Margaret is a frequent presenter at literary conferences, including the National Undergraduate Literary Conference in Ogden, Utah. Several of her pieces have been published in Sans Merci Literary & Art magazine. This is her first post for Boshemia.
After sixty-seven years of life being told over and over again what my role and place as a woman is in American society, I have heard the call to action. As women, we sometimes find it difficult to stand together, to support one another, because in doing so, we risk alienating the affection of men. From our earliest beginnings, we are taught that our self-esteem rises or falls based upon whether or not men find us attractive. As we have seen in the recent election, a woman voicing a strong opinion, striving to achieve a position for which she is the most qualified, is disparaged and labeled “unfit to lead,” “a liar,” and “nasty.” How dare a woman be nasty! I only wish the attacks upon Hillary Clinton had stopped there. But, sadly, they did not and many Americans, including women, chose to elect a man who feels justified as a “rock star” in grabbing any woman he wishes by her pussy.