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Half a Million Women, (Maybe) Ten Bathrooms: How I Ended Up Peeing in a Bag in Front of the Air and Space Museum
The night before the Women’s March on Washington Jan. 21, I sat with my mother and sister in our living room making picket signs for the occasion. My mom – the better artist – was putting the finishing touches on the globe she had drawn on my poster, which declared my reason for marching: Because I’m scared for our planet! “They’re estimating that 200,000 people will show up,” I said as I watched her handiwork. “But I think there are going to be way more.” As soon as we ascended the steps of the Farragut North Metro station in D.C. the following morning, my prediction was confirmed. The procession of…
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Lush, Shoegaze Comeback at Union Transfer
It can be easy to forget that shoegaze, the reverb-heavy subgenre of indie rock and neo-psychedelia was primarily a genre that thrived in the 90s. With its shimmery, fuzzy stoner aesthetic, it feels like it should be back in style. At least, I had a moment of confusion when I entered Union Transfer September 22 (my first time there) for a Lush show to find a crowd of people that all looked like they could be my parents. It was then that I remembered that before their 2016 EP, they hadn’t released any music since the 90s. It all made sense. Perhaps it is for that reason that a young…
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No century’s visionaries could have foretold The pity and rainbows and men’s cries and gold For the cries we emit are only our own And just as they silenced the man praising God The will silence the woman with a cry of her own A cry which no one will understand until they have trekked Odysseys through her eyes and on her two legs, Starved for the love and starved for the justice, Screaming and crying in the undying cruelty of our age And in our own unforgiving realm, That which we created.
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Discovering my name in clarity, And suddenly before me cavities of truth open and reveal themselves Slowly and yet with a thousand different forces; And as the first light ignites and illuminates the glory of the world which surrounds me, There is a serenity and a humming throughout all that is alive. My foundation is solid, My vision is sharp, My awareness is clean. I have found my name and my purpose. And with my blood and guts spilling over From my mouth and my eyes With all the purity that is left in me, And by eradicating all of the emptiness and hollowness that I have come to know,…
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