IN ONE LINE, DESCRIBE WHAT JANNE ROBINSON/THIS IS FOR THE WOMEN IS.
Janne Robinson is a 21st-century feminist beat poet, director, author of 'This Is for the Women Who Don't Give a Fuck' and CEO of 'This Is For The Women'—a company dedicated to empowering women to walk tall like an old cypress tree.
Each month we feature a member of our community. This isn’t any of that (air quotes) stand-up, pillar of the community glad handing you see in traditional organizations. This is someone who pledged to the Code of Conduct:
On October 21st, 2017, The Broad opened Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrors, a special exhibition featured six of the acclaimed artist Yayoi Kusama’s kaleidoscopic installations. How do I know this since I don't live in LA?
Around 500,000 years ago, our early ancestors learned how to use fire. Paleontologists assume it all began when a lightning storm sparked a wildfire. The results? Cooked food from a cleared, and easily forageable landscape.
My favorite rapper of all time is Eminem. Early in his career, he was just so unexpectedly crazy; so undeniably insane, it was to the point of demanding respect. You may not like him, he said, but you will respect him.
Each day when I drop my 4-year-old daughter off at school, I kneel down to look her in the eyes. I tell her, “I love you, Sis. Tell me again, what makes you beautiful?” To which she replies, “How I love people and how I treat others.”
According to Karl Marx’s seminal text, The Communist Manifesto, a successful socialist society can only be born at the hands of a revolution. “In place of the old bourgeois society with its classes and class antagonisms,” he writes, “we shall have an association in which the free development of each is the condition for the free development of all.”
It’s a late autumn afternoon in Center City Philadelphia, and Michael and I are heading to the subway. I’m beat from work, my nose is running, and I can’t find a goddamn tissue anywhere in my corduroy jacket. Michael runs up ahead before pulling a huge potted palm plant out from under a pile of black garbage bags. “Oh wow!”
This past fall, the New York Times published just another piece about wealth. Entitled “What the Rich Won’t Tell You,” it is an exploration of how people in the top 1% relate to the fortune they’ve accumulated.
I travel to a lot of places that many people think are dangerous. When I told some coworkers that I was going to Egypt and Jordan, and probably Lebanon this past Spring, they asked me if I had read the travel warnings.
There’s a peculiar thing about weddings. For most of this one, I fought not to fidget. A part of me wants to balk at the simultaneous sobs and smiles that break out. The sobriety and sunshine compelled me to claw at my cuticles.
Open Instagram, click the magnifying glass in the lower left hand corner, and scroll. Among the makeup tutorials, recipe videos, baby animals, and memes, you might find a neatly manicured hand cupping an earth-colored mug filled with a matcha latte infused with unpronounceable adaptogenic herbs that, the caption claims, will lower stress hormones, ease menstrual cramps, and “restore balance.” Whatever that means.
Raising a family used to go something like this: get married, pop out a couple kids, buy into the American dream by taking out a mortgage, get a car or two, then work nonstop at 9-5 jobs for decades to pay it all off.
Had you told me seven years ago that today I would be an advocate for slow living and that I would have enough opinions on the pace of modern life to fill a book, host a podcast, and speak in public about the benefits of living a slower life, my first reaction would probably have been, “What’s a podcast?”
Clare Kelley is video chatting from the floor of her apartment in Washington D.C. Soft fall light fills her living room with a warm glow and a large green plant peeks into the right of the frame. On the other side, a wall-mounted fern, maybe a staghorn, appears to balance on her head like a delicate fascinator.
Note: Below is an editable letter to your representative. Now, we know that you don’t have to be political to reach out to those who represent you, as representatives come in all shapes and sizes; some represent on behalf of government, some on behalf of a product or company, some are just friends you’ve delegated to speak for you when you’re at a party and don’t feel like socializing because you actually don’t know as many people at this party as you thought and now it’s awkward. Feel free to use this letter in any which way you’d like.
Creativity can manifest itself in as many ways as there are ideas to bring to life. From chainsaw art to writing code, any time you use your imagination to solve a problem or make something new you’re being creative. But what if there’s a problem that’s stumping you or a concept you’re struggling to give form to? What if your creativity needs a boost, what do you do?
On a sweet late summer night in 2015, I looked down upon the stage from my seat in the last row of the Red Rocks Amphitheatre in Morrison, Colorado. The performer on stage was a local man named Gregory Alan Isakov.
Trail Ridge Road is just one feature of the dynamic Rocky Mountain National Park. While parts of the park are closed seasonally or due to inclement weather, the park is, on the whole, open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.
I came to Dave Eggers later than most lovers of hip-lit, and I’m ashamed to say I still haven’t read What is the What, which the literati consider to be one of his most influential and important pieces in what is quickly becoming a widely acclaimed portfolio of books.
The “end of work” is the notion that, with time, artificial intelligence will bring an end to work as we know it. For many, the concept cues up images of endless vacations. For more, it is a terrifying proposition.
“DID YOU HAVE WORK DONE ON YOUR VAGINA?” he asked. That’s odd, I thought, as he starts to get dressed beside my bed. I mean... Is there something wrong with my vagina? Honestly, it never crossed my mind, but, then again, I haven’t ever seen an- other vagina.
Whether we admit it or not, we all have a rebellious spirit somewhere inside of us. For some, it manifests during the journey towards adulthood in an effort to gain autonomy and independence. For others, it comes later in life.
Gang Hangs is a monthly roundup of ways to create more connection in real life.
From gathering with friends around a record player to hosting a device-free, old school movie night, our online community will be sort of like a virtual huddle, where we will all share stories of connection, trade resources, and all the feels about offline living.
With all of the hubbub over decluttering, downsizing, Marie Kondo-ing, and Swedish death cleaning I have to admit something: I like stuff. Specifically my stuff. Though it sounds more dignified if I say that I collect things: art, locally-made wares I buy on my travels, and family heirlooms.
As you sit down and feel the fullness of the Dispatch’s pages please know that the depth, length, and size of our publication was intentional (much to the dismay of my editors, graphic designers, and printer!). In a world that has mass quantities of low level content in a constant churn and burn battle for your attention, Folk Rebellion’s decided to zig when everyone else is zagging.
This psychedelic looking drink is wonderful before a deep yoga session, meditation or any creative practice. Entirely plant-based and vegan, this colorful yet functional tonic helps you tap into your most mystical, vibrant self.