<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:45:24.944-06:00</updated><category term='Daring'/><category term='commercials'/><category term='South Africa'/><category term='underwear'/><category term='breasts'/><category term='education'/><category term='media'/><category term='ceara sturgis'/><category term='michael paymar'/><category term='rape'/><category term='breast augmentation'/><category term='college'/><category term='advertising'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='art'/><category term='human rights'/><category term='book'/><category term='yearbook'/><category term='real women'/><category term='prom'/><category term='girls'/><category term='schools'/><category term='lesbian'/><category term='plastic surgery'/><category term='assault'/><category term='advocates'/><category term='dating'/><category term='gender performativity'/><category term='gender imbalance'/><title type='text'>The Feminist Foodie</title><subtitle type='html'>A toast to woman's strength and the food that helps power it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-7409226037106373052</id><published>2010-06-17T21:20:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:39:52.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast augmentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breasts'/><title type='text'>Feminism and Breast Augmentation</title><content type='html'>I won't argue against the notion that unrealistic standards of beauty in  the media perpetuate unhealthy obsessions with appearances for many  women. With that in mind, what does a woman's choice to have her breasts  surgically augmented say about the human and social condition for women  as a whole? Does it speak to the fact that women's worth is often  reduced, ultimately, down to her appearances? After all, a woman can be  smart, kind, powerful, wise, outspoken, friendly and loving. But if she  is not also beautiful, her worth is diminished when compared to a more  physically attractive woman who may be lacking in intelligence and  strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Is plastic surgery, particularly breast augmentation, "sexual mutilation," as Naomi Wolf describes in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beauty Myth&lt;/span&gt;? Do women "resort" to surgical breast augmentation in a desperate attempt to conform to ideal beauty standards? Perhaps some do. But perhaps others do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a woman who seeks reconstructive breast surgery after receiving a mastectomy caving in to the pressure to have a more "perfect" body? What about a trans woman who seeks breast augmentation? Is it wrong for either of these women to seek drastic, permanent measures in  order  to restore or create the bodies that they feel are further extensions  of  their beings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about a woman who had perky breasts in her younger years, but is left with sagging breasts after having 3 children by the age of 26? What about a woman who has little to no breast tissue and desires breasts only large enough to fill an A cup? What about a woman who has ample breast tissue, but simply wants larger breasts? Is it wrong for any of these women to seek drastic, permanent measures in order  to restore or create the bodies that they feel are further extensions of  their beings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, what does a woman's choice to have her breasts  surgically augmented say about the human and social condition for women  as a whole? Something epic or something trivial? Does it say anything at all? That is something each feminist has to decide for her or himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-7409226037106373052?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7409226037106373052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/feminism-and-breast-augmentation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/7409226037106373052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/7409226037106373052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/feminism-and-breast-augmentation.html' title='Feminism and Breast Augmentation'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-3530042454260679829</id><published>2010-03-11T19:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:14:12.459-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schools'/><title type='text'>Protecting "education, safety and well-being?"</title><content type='html'>Instead of letting an open lesbian attend her high school prom with her girlfriend, a Mississippi school district flat out canceled the event. To avoid placing the "education, safety and well-being" of its students in danger, the district canceled prom. Way to go, Itawamba County Board of Education.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/aclu-files-lawsuit-school-cancels-prom-lesbians-request/story?id=10076018"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read more&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-3530042454260679829?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3530042454260679829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/03/protecting-education-safety-and-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/3530042454260679829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/3530042454260679829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/03/protecting-education-safety-and-well.html' title='Protecting &quot;education, safety and well-being?&quot;'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-2244895216178881955</id><published>2010-02-26T13:27:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:47:30.080-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender imbalance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Gender Imbalance on College Campuses</title><content type='html'>In a recent &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/07/fashion/07campus.html?pagewanted=2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;New York Times article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Alex Williams focuses on the gender imbalance on college campuses around the country and the "struggle" it causes for heterosexual college women looking to date. While it applauds the fact that more and more women are in college to get an education (rather than an MRS degree), its main focus is on the trouble women have finding and attracting boyfriend material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the article devotes some attention to commentary by professionals in the areas of sociology and psychology, it relies heavily on anecdotal information provided by the personal experiences of women on large college campuses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Jayne Dallas, a senior studying advertising who was seated across the table, grumbled that the population of male undergraduates was even smaller when you looked at it as a dating pool. “Out of that 40 percent, there are maybe 20 percent that we would consider, and out of those 20, 10 have girlfriends, so all the girls are fighting over that other 10 percent,” she said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“A lot of my friends will meet someone and go home for the night and just hope for the best the next morning,” Ms. Lynch said. “They’ll text them and say: ‘I had a great time. Want to hang out next week?’ And they don’t respond.” Even worse, “Girls feel pressured to do more than they’re comfortable with, to lock it down,” Ms. Lynch said.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you remove the specific context of this article, you may notice that any of these statements could be uttered by almost any woman in any type of institution (not simply education-related) in America. One has to question whether the "struggles" of these women are truly any different than those faced by their sisters and mothers, let alone whether these struggles are caused by a gender imbalance of roughly 57% women 42% men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the article points to college men's ability to "play the field" as a result of this gender imbalance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“‘On college campuses where there are far more women than men, men have all the power to control the intensity of sexual and romantic relationships,” Kathleen A. Bogle, a sociologist at La Salle University in Philadelphia, wrote in an e-mail message...“Women do not want to get left out in the cold, so they are competing for men on men’s terms,” she wrote.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?! WAKE UP. For as long as we have lived in a sexist, patriarchal society, heterosexual women &lt;em&gt;have always&lt;/em&gt; competed for men on men's terms. And as long as we live in a sexist, patriarchal society, heterosexual women &lt;em&gt;will always&lt;/em&gt; compete for men on men's terms. To suggest that a gender imbalance on college campuses is what causes women to allow men to "control the intensity of sexual and romantic relationships" is ludicrous. Some might even argue that suggesting a gender imbalance on college campuses today gives men more power over women in romantic relationships is tantamount to suggesting a gender imbalance in the past (favoring men) gave women more power in romantic relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest, here: while probably not helped by gender ratios on college campuses today, as long as we live in a society where men are socially dominant, the opportunity for a heterosexual woman to "play the field" as college men do in order to choose a mate will always be considered socially unacceptable. Gender ratios may change, but until we face the root of the problem, heterosexual women aren't going to find dating any easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-2244895216178881955?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2244895216178881955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/02/gender-imbalance-on-college-campuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/2244895216178881955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/2244895216178881955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/02/gender-imbalance-on-college-campuses.html' title='Gender Imbalance on College Campuses'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-5271136995602991181</id><published>2010-02-18T22:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:06:07.760-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>The return of the "real" woman?</title><content type='html'>The Fox News website features a slide show of &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/slideshow/entertainment/2010/01/08/v-magazines-size-issue-features-plus-size-models"&gt;voluptuous women&lt;/a&gt; featured in recent ads and magazines. While there may be an influx of "real" women in advertising, I have to wonder if the number of "real" (larger than a size 2) models appearing in ads is anywhere &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt; representative of the percentage of actual women larger than a size 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's some progress, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-5271136995602991181?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5271136995602991181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/02/return-of-real-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/5271136995602991181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/5271136995602991181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/02/return-of-real-woman.html' title='The return of the &quot;real&quot; woman?'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-8506110691570653056</id><published>2010-01-28T17:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:28:28.938-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underwear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape'/><title type='text'>Raising Awareness about "Curative" Rape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Zanele Muholi, an artist from South Africa, is raising awareness about "curative" rape in her home country. Curative rape, a violent act against lesbians in South Africa, is forced upon women to "cure" them of lesbianism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is she raising awareness? Through her unique art exhibitions displaying women's underwear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431935869688429970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/S2Ic5NN7PZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nYpmCOvypxU/s400/muholi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://webtools.allegheny.edu/sites/thecampus/?p=360&amp;amp;utm_source=NSRC+News&amp;amp;utm_campaign=9bda2ae014-January_27_2010_Newsletter1_27_2010&amp;amp;utm_medium=email"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Click here for more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-8506110691570653056?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8506110691570653056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/01/raising-awareness-about-curative-rape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/8506110691570653056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/8506110691570653056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/01/raising-awareness-about-curative-rape.html' title='Raising Awareness about &quot;Curative&quot; Rape'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/S2Ic5NN7PZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nYpmCOvypxU/s72-c/muholi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-6893146326482955086</id><published>2010-01-08T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:18:24.161-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assault'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape'/><title type='text'>Rape Fables.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300" id="ce_91442708"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://current.com/e/91442708/en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://current.com/e/91442708/en_US" width="400" height="300" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-6893146326482955086?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6893146326482955086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/01/rape-fables.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/6893146326482955086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/6893146326482955086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/01/rape-fables.html' title='Rape Fables.'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-3802509503469347738</id><published>2009-10-16T23:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:15:56.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender performativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceara sturgis'/><title type='text'>High School Yearbooks and Gender Performativity</title><content type='html'>Ceara Sturgis is a lesbian student at Wesson Attendance Center in Jackson, Mississippi. In addition to being gay, she chooses to express her gender in a traditionally masculine way. One example? She wears boys' clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Wesson Attendance Center, students take yearbook pictures in formal attire- tuxes for boys, drapes for girls. Clearly, the high school imposes a strict gender dichotomy upon students; females are to present as women, and males are to present as men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceara Sturgis refuses to follow this tradition- she wants to wear a tux. Why can't she blur the gender lines a bit? School authorities won't allow her to appear in the yearbook unless she wears a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous. If Sturgis wants to wear a tux for her yearbook picture, her decision should be respected. Likewise, if a male felt more comfortable wearing a drape for his senior picture, his choice should be honored. In a world where gender exists in a continuum, Wesson Attendance Center's rules are simply too limiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/10/16/ceara-sturgis-lesbian-hig_n_323968.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-3802509503469347738?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3802509503469347738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/10/high-school-yearbooks-and-gender.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/3802509503469347738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/3802509503469347738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/10/high-school-yearbooks-and-gender.html' title='High School Yearbooks and Gender Performativity'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-767161155658043772</id><published>2009-10-11T20:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:31:36.492-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advocates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael paymar'/><title type='text'>Food AND Feminism: House Party for The Advoctes for Human Rights</title><content type='html'>Today I had the privilege of attending an open house fundraiser for The Advocates for Human Rights. The event featured State Representative Michael Paymar- a key player in the recent changes in sex trafficking laws- as the main speaker. Rep. Paymar also recently served an important role in the Battered Women's Justice Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We listened to Rep. Paymar's inspiring speech- a call for further action- while sipping warm mulled cider from large mugs. Upon further exploration of the quaint buffet table, I discovered the most delicious artichoke dip I've ever tasted. Accented with black olives, it was the perfect combination of creamy and tangy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the afternoon proved to be a wonderful success- the Advocates raised a good heap of money to help fund upcoming Women's Human Rights projects, I met several key people in the community, and we all enjoyed the delicious home cooking of our generous hosts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-767161155658043772?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/767161155658043772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-and-feminism-house-party-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/767161155658043772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/767161155658043772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-and-feminism-house-party-for.html' title='Food AND Feminism: House Party for The Advoctes for Human Rights'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-1507756401367362707</id><published>2009-10-04T18:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:23:55.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Double-Daring Book for Girls</title><content type='html'>There has been a continued craze with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dangerous Book for Boys &lt;/span&gt;series&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Inside the first book were fun, constructive activities and lessons for young boys- how to build a tree house, how to tie a variety of useful knots, and short lessons on famous battles in history. The book was well received by parents and young boys alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten months later, the publishers came out with an edition for young ladies- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Daring Book for Girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on.&lt;/span&gt; Dangerous vs. Daring: which would you rather be? Shouldn't we be pushing girls more towards the dangerous end of the spectrum (and for that matter, bringing boys back toward daring end)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the titles weren't bad enough, the contents of the Girls' book is horrifying; how to frost a cake, secret note-passing skills, and how to turn a perfect cartwheel...&lt;br /&gt;Reviews of this book were less than stellar (we can thank the well-educated, enlightened consumers for lambasting this edition).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confidence in American progress returned when they introduced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Double-Daring Book for Girls&lt;/span&gt;. (Okay, so the title is still lame). Inside lay a treasure of knowledge: how to run a magazine, how to say "no," even how to become the President of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/Ssk8ArnUFgI/AAAAAAAAADM/jekuiBKZqrI/s1600-h/daring+book"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/Ssk8ArnUFgI/AAAAAAAAADM/jekuiBKZqrI/s320/daring+book" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388904411530794498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This," I thought to myself, "is a book I will let my future daughter read."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-1507756401367362707?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1507756401367362707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/10/lame-book-for-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/1507756401367362707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/1507756401367362707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/10/lame-book-for-girls.html' title='The Double-Daring Book for Girls'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/Ssk8ArnUFgI/AAAAAAAAADM/jekuiBKZqrI/s72-c/daring+book' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-1896937370765211553</id><published>2009-09-25T16:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:06:27.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruben Rosario make a good point.</title><content type='html'>Read &lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.twincities.com/allheadlines/ci_13406157%5C"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...until women can move freely and think freely in their homes, on the streets, and in the workplace without the fear of violence, there can be no real freedom."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-1896937370765211553?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1896937370765211553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/09/ruben-rosario-make-good-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/1896937370765211553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/1896937370765211553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/09/ruben-rosario-make-good-point.html' title='Ruben Rosario make a good point.'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-4622042018220190264</id><published>2009-09-13T10:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:15:48.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Pizza</title><content type='html'>So I have been absent for a little while. I've been studying for the GRE and getting back to classes... but now I'm back! And I'm here to share with you a little secret that Gesta discovered in Dinkytown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mesa- Pizza by the Slice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This amazing little pizza parlor has an incredible selection of the most imaginative pizzas possible. Their menu includes such delectable choices as Southwest Taco pizza, Chicken Cordon Bleu pizza, and Macaroni and Cheese pizza. Of course, they always have staples like cheese and pepperoni for the less adventurous. For $3 ($2 for the basic cheese or pepperoni), you get a freshly warmed giant slice of pizza to enjoy while people-watching out their big storefront windows. Or, if you live in or around the U of M area, you can have your Mesa pizza delivered. Mesa Pizza most definitely makes it on my elite list of Twin Cities True Value Meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.mesapizzamn.com/mainframeset.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the full menu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-4622042018220190264?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/4622042018220190264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-favorite-pizza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/4622042018220190264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/4622042018220190264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-favorite-pizza.html' title='My New Favorite Pizza'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-3341293552175512967</id><published>2009-08-29T21:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:24:48.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Police Women</title><content type='html'>While I don't so much enjoy TLC's Todders and Tiaras (a heinous show about young children and their pageant-crazed parents), I fell in love with the channel's Police Women of Broward County. The show features four of Miami's most dedicated police women arresting sex offenders, working undercover to break up drug rings, and somehow always finding time to care for their children. It is without a doubt one of the most real, empowering, and inspiring shows I've found. Finally, a show that holds hard working women in high regard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sun-sentinel.com/media/photo/2009-07/48345836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 341px;" src="http://www.sun-sentinel.com/media/photo/2009-07/48345836.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-3341293552175512967?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3341293552175512967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/police-women.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/3341293552175512967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/3341293552175512967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/police-women.html' title='Police Women'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-7124972359994600779</id><published>2009-08-24T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:08:24.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've come a long way....</title><content type='html'>Even though we still have a LONG way to go, at least commercials like these aren't commonplace anymore. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wOlDXx4_0DE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wOlDXx4_0DE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-7124972359994600779?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7124972359994600779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/weve-come-long-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/7124972359994600779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/7124972359994600779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/weve-come-long-way.html' title='We&apos;ve come a long way....'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-6681530667187110696</id><published>2009-08-14T14:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:29:18.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Minnesota Laws</title><content type='html'>Effective August 1 of this year, Minnesota will be enforcing harsher penalties for sex trafficking. Minnesota has also changed the definition of sex trafficking and has increased the fines for trafficking. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See page two of &lt;a href="http://www.house.leg.state.mn.us/hinfo/0809nlrelease.pdf"&gt;this document&lt;/a&gt; for the whole story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope these tougher laws help make a positive difference!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-6681530667187110696?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6681530667187110696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-minnesota-laws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/6681530667187110696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/6681530667187110696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-minnesota-laws.html' title='New Minnesota Laws'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-2860729874184529495</id><published>2009-08-06T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:06:28.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reparative therapy, in use since the late 20th century, is a form of “therapy” aimed at changing homosexuals into heterosexuals. Research has shown that such therapy is not only ineffective, but can be harmful as well. Although the American Psychological Association (APA) removed homosexuality from the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Illnesses (DSM-I) in 1973, it has still encouraged mental health professionals to refer troubled homosexuals to reparative therapy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On August 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 2009, the APA adapted a new resolution officially rejecting the effectiveness of reparative therapy. This resolution declares that “Contrary to claims of sexual orientation change advocates and practitioners, there is insufficient evidence to support the use of psychological interventions to change sexual orientation” (Judith M. Glassgold, PsyD). Instead, therapists are encouraged to work with clients in more creative ways to address concerns about homosexuality and religious conflict. This is a small, but important step toward ending discrimination toward homosexuals and increasing acceptance of homosexuality. And it’s about time it happened! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;See the articles below for the full story:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/2009/08/06/us/AP-US-Psychologists-Gays.html?_r=1&amp;amp;scp=1&amp;amp;sq=apa%20homosexuality&amp;amp;st=cse"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apa.org/releases/therapeutic.html?imw=Y"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;American Psychological Association &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-2860729874184529495?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2860729874184529495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-about-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/2860729874184529495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/2860729874184529495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time!'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-7944027095992881371</id><published>2009-08-05T23:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:33:46.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freebies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Alright foodies, here's one for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If there's anything I love more than food, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; food. And guess who's giving it away?! Arby's is giving away freebies every Wednesday till th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e end of the summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;August 12th- Free Roast Chicken Club with soft drink purchase&lt;br /&gt;August 19th- Free FruiTea with sandwich purchase (these teas are awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;August 26th- Free Roast Beef 'n Cheddar with soft drink purchase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.chainleader.com/articles/images/CHAL/20090227/Roastburger_3_Shot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',fantasy;"&gt;Enjoy it while it lasts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-7944027095992881371?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7944027095992881371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/freebies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/7944027095992881371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/7944027095992881371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/freebies.html' title='Freebies!'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-2657216651750541027</id><published>2009-07-25T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:01:19.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem with Pageants</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Nobody objects to a woman being a good writer or sculptor or geneticist if at the same time she manages to be a good wife, good mother, good looking, good tempered, well groomed and unaggressive” -Leslie M. McIntyre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other night I watched an episode of Toddlers and Tiaras, TLC’s show detailing the lives of several young children involved in pageants. While I’m sure quite a few viewers would agree that placing your four-year-old daughter in a pageant is a waste of time, money and an unnecessary stress on the family, I’m worried about the deeper implications of the pageant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Miss Universe Organization, owned by Donald Trump, holds a number of pageants each year, including the well-known Miss Universe, Miss USA, and Miss Teen USA pageants. While the Miss Universe Organization &lt;a href="http://www.missuniverse.com/missteenusa/info/history"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; boasts that the group has become an “international organization that advances and supports opportunities for… young women,” one has to wonder just what kind of opportunities this organization holds. Let’s look at a Ms. magazine article:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;“[To compete in the Miss USA pageant,] today's "delegates" must be between the ages of 18 and 26, single, and willing to parade in a swimsuit. They can't be engaged, previously married, or have children. Each must cover her own expenses (sponsorships defray some costs). The winner receives a trophy, cash prizes and sponsorships totaling about $200,000, luxury digs in New York City for a year, and she must represent the organization during her "reign." The other 78 contestants get to pay for their plane tickets home.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmm. Is this the kind of ephemeral fame and fortune we want to raise our daughters to lust after? Let’s read on.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;“The real winners are, of course, Donald Trump and CBS. After tallying the more than $10 million extracted from the host country, the seven-figure exclusivity deals given to pageant sponsors, and the sale of broadcast rights to roughly 110 countries, the final score is at least $100 million for Trump and CBS, and zilch for 78 of ‘today's women.’ ”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;Ms. magazine, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:6.0in"&gt;Don’t you think the thousands of dollars contestants spend on pageants could be put to better use? What about the months’ worth of pageant events contestants are required to devote to proving themselves worthy of the top prize? Couldn’t this time be better spent? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:6.0in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:6.0in"&gt;Let’s be honest. If the Miss Universe Organization was truly concerned with advancing and supporting young women, they would be giving prizes to worthy women all over the globe &lt;i&gt;regardless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; of their age, marital status, or how they look in a swimsuit. Pageants like those held by the Miss Universe Organization are most interested in the money these women can bring to the Organization, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; in the positive difference each of these intelligent, talented (and, by chance, beautiful) women can make in the world. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-2657216651750541027?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2657216651750541027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/07/problem-with-pageants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/2657216651750541027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/2657216651750541027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/07/problem-with-pageants.html' title='The Problem with Pageants'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-362251310541911228</id><published>2009-07-18T19:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:05:52.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucia's Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For over two decades, &lt;a href="http://www.lucias.com/"&gt;Lucia’s Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; has graced Uptown with its presence. Situated on the corner of W 31&lt;sup&gt;st &lt;/sup&gt;St and Hennepin Ave in Minneapolis, Lucia’s dwells beneath understated blue awnings. If you happen to drive by in the winter months, it’s easy to overlook Lucia’s behind the snow banks. But take a stroll through uptown in summer and you won’t miss the ebb and flow of patrons through Lucia’s blue door. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Inside, the sights are simple; pure ivory walls, bright oak floors and royal blue accents clear the visual senses of unnecessary distractions and prepare the palette for a journey of its own. The menu, created weekly, features fresh, locally grown and seasonal foods carefully prepared to satisfy even the most discriminating of tastes, all presented by the most professional and knowledgeable of wait staff. On some nights, owner Lucia Watson may even stop in to pay a visit to your table.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SmJw0zggpBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hDh02eLBi7k/s320/restaurant_big_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359970559006385170" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had the privilege of dining at Lucia’s last night. First, I enjoyed the freshest of mixed green salads drizzled in the house vinaigrette. For my entrée, I enjoyed curried chicken served with jasmine rice, steamed vegetables and three summer chutneys. Each of the chutneys was Indian-inspired and added a lively kick to every bite of chicken. I finished with a deconstructed German chocolate cake. While the goo was a little sweet for my taste, the chocolate cake and plain whipped cream were a marvelous combination. Overall, a wonderful meal. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you visit Lucia’s, be prepared to spend $30-40 per person (this estimate includes an appetizer and entrée). For us college folk, this makes Lucia’s more of a special occasion indulgence than an everyday meal. That said, make your reservations several days in advance. Lucia’s has a come-as-you-are dress code, but as is often the case, better dress = better service. After dinner, stop at Lucia’s Wine Bar (next door) for a fine glass of wine, then head over to &lt;a href="http://www.magersandquinn.com/"&gt;Magers &amp;amp; Quinn Booksellers&lt;/a&gt; to browse great books at discounted prices. You won’t be disappointed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-362251310541911228?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/362251310541911228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/07/lucias-restaurant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/362251310541911228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/362251310541911228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/07/lucias-restaurant.html' title='Lucia&apos;s Restaurant'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SmJw0zggpBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hDh02eLBi7k/s72-c/restaurant_big_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-3669105114395323104</id><published>2009-07-12T16:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:08:40.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Kan Mon</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can the practice of consuming food help bring us closer to the people we truly desire to be? Perhaps it can. Regardless of our religious beliefs (or lack thereof), I think we can all benefit from some principles based in Buddhist thought. “Go kan mon,” or the five outlooks, are printed on the menus of several Buddhist establishments in Japan. The five rules regarding food harmony are as follows:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: AppleGothic, fantasy; font-size: 16px; "&gt;➊&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Respect the efforts of all those who have toiled to cultivate and prepare your food&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: AppleGothic, -webkit-fantasy; font-size: 16px; "&gt;➋&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Live your life committing good deeds worthy of such nourishment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: AppleGothic, -webkit-fantasy; font-size: 16px; "&gt;➌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Come to the table without negative feelings toward others&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: AppleGothic, -webkit-fantasy; font-size: 16px; "&gt;➍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eat for both spiritual and physical well-being&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: AppleGothic, -webkit-fantasy; font-size: 16px; "&gt;➎&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Be serious in your pursuit of enlightenment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While these outlooks may seem a bit lofty for some of us, they can be summed up in one simple phrase: We eat to live, not live to eat. That is, we should eat with our life and well-being in mind. Remember these outlooks at your next meal, notice how delicious your food becomes, and take note of your progress toward becoming the person you’ve always wanted to be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Want to know more? Look for&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Washoku-Recipes-Japanese-Home-Kitchen/dp/1580085199"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; at your local library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-3669105114395323104?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3669105114395323104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-kan-mon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/3669105114395323104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/3669105114395323104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-kan-mon.html' title='Go Kan Mon'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-6355928192977113797</id><published>2009-07-02T15:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:57:43.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Criticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last spring, I took a creative writing class from an excellent professor. He was smart, had a pointed sense of humor, and was a great writer himself. Just before class one day, a fellow student was discussing her work with him. She had put months’ worth of effort into preparing a project that exposed sexism in classic literature. While her professors were proud of her work, her family was not. “My uncle called me a feminazi,” she lamented. Our professor responded simply: “Well, you must be doing something right.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 568px;" src="http://www.secretdoorprojects.org/updates/images/protestsmall.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to the crazy ones. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The misfits. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rebels. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trouble-makers. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The round heads in the square holes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ones who see things differently. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're not fond of rules. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they have no respect for the status-quo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because they change things. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They push the human race forward. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="right"&gt;(Apple Ad)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-6355928192977113797?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6355928192977113797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-spring-i-took-creative-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/6355928192977113797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/6355928192977113797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-spring-i-took-creative-writing.html' title='On Criticism'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-5126300681573350434</id><published>2009-06-23T18:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:23:58.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Dressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#2F1D09;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Our only hope for the redemption of woman from the thralldom of dress lies in the belief that her hitherto limited sphere of activities has been so insufficient for her intellectual occupations that she has been forced to expend her thoughts in decorating her person, instead of enlarging her mind.  ~Mercy B. Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every time I put on a pair of high heels, part of me begins to feel guilty. This morning was no exception. Is a feminist woman allowed to look like the prototypical American woman? Would a real feminist woman wear heels? Can a feminist woman wear make-up if she chooses? What about shaving her armpits? Letting her hair grow long? Wearing the color pink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;These and other questions plague me every time I find myself wearing a dress. Am I a walking contradiction? I am an advocate for equality, yet I love wearing the very things that distinguish women from men (and, some would argue, the very things that further enforce a male-female dichotomy). How can I rightly acknowledge my fondness for fashion while striving to be a progressive, enlightened feminist? Is wearing “feminine” clothing undermining all the things I work and pray for? Perhaps Mercy B. Jackson is right; maybe instead of expanding my mind, I’m wasting it on decorating my body. Let’s hope there is another side to this argument…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There is a fine line between art and decoration. Some things should be both. And some things should remain one or the other. As a feminist, my choices in clothing, shoes, and jewelry should be artistic in purpose- not decorative. That is, clothing ought to be chosen with “deliberate thought to aesthetic, and, on a deeper level, with the desire to communicate something” (Beth Peterson). Whatever we wish to communicate, the thought and intention given to our choices in apparel allow us to take power in how we present ourselves. Rather than dressing to serve a decorative purpose, we use dress as one small way to express our intentions and ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What is appropriate dress for a feminist? Every feminist woman must choose for herself. The way I see it, a feminist who deliberately avoids “feminine” fashions is equivalent to a feminist indicating that only those dressed in “masculine” clothing can be trusted and worthy of respect. By dressing in “feminine” clothing yet demanding equal treatment and respect, we teach the world to treat all women like human beings, no matter how they look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-5126300681573350434?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5126300681573350434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-only-hope-for-redemption-of-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/5126300681573350434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/5126300681573350434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-only-hope-for-redemption-of-woman.html' title='Getting Dressed'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-1627829065732386714</id><published>2009-06-17T15:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:17:39.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;While I seem to recall promising myself that my blog would not turn into a place for me to rant angrily about the unjust treatment of women the world over, something has recently hit very close to home and has caused me great anger. Hoss Gifford, a so-called industry professional, gave a highly offensive, inappropriate presentation at a professional Flashbelt conference in the Twin Cities last week. You can read the city pages blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.citypages.com/blotter/2009/06/minneapolis_fla.php" style="color: purple; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;http://blogs.citypages.com/blotter/2009/06/minneapolis_fla.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; for the full story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I am disgusted, angered, and, quite frankly, pissed off at Gifford for his inappropriate presentation, pissed off at Flashbelt for their acceptance of Gifford's weak apology, and pissed off that I was not in attendance at the conference; I promise you, had I been at the conference, things would have turned out differently- especially for Gifford. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I encourage you to join the conversations already out there and to speak out against Gifford &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;and Flashbelt. (See also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geekgirlsguide.com/blog/2009/06/11/98/prude_or_professional_by_courtney_remes" style="color: purple; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;http://www.geekgirlsguide.com/blog/2009/06/11/98/prude_or_professional_by_courtney_remes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-1627829065732386714?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1627829065732386714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/unbelievable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/1627829065732386714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/1627829065732386714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable.'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-2859207639045620200</id><published>2009-06-10T21:41:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:24:27.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dock Café</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recipient of this year’s Minnesota Monthly Reader Award for Best Outdoor Dining and Best View, the Dock Café easily lands a spot on &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; top ten. Located in quaint Stillwater, MN, this jewel of an eatery sits right on the water, affording the guest breathtaking views of the St. Croix river and surrounding bluffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A short while ago, I spent all day on a solo vacation in Stillwater. Looking for a place to lunch, I tried to get seated two other restaurants before stopping at the Dock Café. These first two restaurants (which shall remain nameless) were both clearly befuddled and bemused by the thought of a young lady wanting to dine alone. Tired of waiting to be approached by the ineffective hosts of these establishments, I walked over to the Dock, where my unescorted presence was given a hearty welcome. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My partner in romance and I made a trip to the Dock again last night. We were by far the youngest couple in attendance that evening. (I’ve learned that being the youngest person in a restaurant isn’t a rare occurrence when you acquire a taste for finer fare).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite the age discrepancy, we felt every bit as welcome as the older diners. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While my friend enjoyed a seared tuna sandwich with Cal-Asian dressing and sprouts, I relished an open-face salmon sandwich with red peppers and cucumber-dill cream cheese on ciabatta. (So eager to dive into our dishes, we completely forgot to capture a photo of our food for you to enjoy.) For desert, we had a rich flourless chocolate torte drizzled with homemade raspberry sauce. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SjBzgBzsXjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/54E9xnBU3Go/s200/IMG00038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345899751767039538" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While the torte was average at best (I’ve been the lucky consumer of &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; a flourless chocolate torte, giving me quite a discerning taste for these cakes), the raspberry sauce was absolutely the best I’ve ever had. Perfectly tart and not too sweet, this sauce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;made&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; the dessert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll definitely be going back to the Dock soon to sample their asiago encrusted scallops, key lime pie, and, if I find myself a wad of cash, a gondola ride: The Dock Café and Gondola Romantica have teamed up to offer a special package. For a hefty (but still Feminist-Foodie-reasonable) fee, you can enjoy a five-course meal at the Dock and a one-hour gondola ride on the St. Croix River. See dockcafe.com for more info. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above: A partially enjoyed flourless chocolate torte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-2859207639045620200?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2859207639045620200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/restaurant-experience-dock-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/2859207639045620200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/2859207639045620200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/restaurant-experience-dock-cafe.html' title='The Dock Café'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SjBzgBzsXjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/54E9xnBU3Go/s72-c/IMG00038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-3617337356500101990</id><published>2009-06-05T12:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:55:23.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taming Men?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As many of you know, I’m in the midst of a summer Collaborative Research project called “The Latino Culture of Honor and Attitudes toward Domestic Abuse.” It’s a work in progress (and will remain “in progress” for the next year). While reading an article related to my research, I came across a bothersome idea: The notion that marriage was created to tame men. This is not a new idea by any standard, but it is no less disturbing each time I come across it in my studies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me make this clear: I am a feminist &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; I care about men. Not because I hate men, as many may automatically assume. So it’s no surprise that I am concerned by this notion of taming men. As a firm advocate against the inappropriately strong socialization that occurs from the moment a female child is born, I am bothered by fact that this idea of “taming” places the burden of yet another responsibility on women’s shoulders: the supposedly “natural” ability to “tame” men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What responsibilities am I talking about? The unreasonable notion that women must always serve as morally superior beings. The unfair expectation for women to be the sole protectors of their bodies against men. The expectation that women’s lives should center upon the ultimate goal of being “claimed” by a man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And add to this the expectation for women to lure men into the trap of marriage and keep them “tame” for years on end.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This idea not only places an unrealistic responsibility on women, it also belittles the intelligence and capabilities of men. You see, when society expects women to “tame” men, men are socialized to ignore their responsibility to moderate themselves. Next thing you know, a husband cheats on his wife and society looks down upon her for her inability to tame her husband. Or a woman is raped and society attributes the crime to her sex appeal—in other words, her inability to tame the man. Or a woman is beaten and society attributes the crime to her provocations—in other words, her inability to tame the man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s get our facts straight: There have been &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; solid studies suggesting that raised levels of testosterone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;cause&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; greater levels of aggression or sexual interest in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;humans&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;. It’s time to stop attributing male aggression and promiscuity to unproven scientific notions. It’s time to stop attributing male crimes to women’s irresponsibility. It’s time to move the burden of creating socially responsible men off of women’s shoulders and on to men’s. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-3617337356500101990?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3617337356500101990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/taming-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/3617337356500101990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/3617337356500101990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/taming-men.html' title='Taming Men?'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-15595918722321011</id><published>2009-06-01T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:24:31.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost-Free Lunches</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Flashback to Wednesday: There’s $5.35 in my wallet, and lunch is long overdue. Something quick, something tasty, and something thrifty, yes? Sure, $5.35 will buy you six days’ worth of sodium and fat (not to mention bloat) at your average fast food chain, but much finer fare can be found if you know where to look. Here’s a list of my favorite almost-free St. Paul lunches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Lunches under $5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;New Asia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;474 Lexington Pkwy N &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;St. Paul, MN 55104&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Between the hours of 11:00 am and 2:00 pm, you can buy an entire meal for $4.95. This includes an entrée (I recommend chicken with broccoli), white or fried rice, and your choice of soup, cream cheese wontons, or an egg roll. Take care to notice the stuffed animals, bead curtains, and wild horse mural that add to the classic St. Paul Midway atmosphere. Just bear in mind- it’s not the service that keeps me coming back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Java Train &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1341 Pascal St. St. Paul, MN 55108&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;This adorable, snob-free coffee shop serves up great deals on lunch throughout the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiRz42Oq-RI/AAAAAAAAABo/ecdBjAPjwMw/s320/034db58d40ca%255F%255F1243852523000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342522478435170578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;With specials like Wednesday’s Turkey Artichoke Panini at only $4.50, you can afford to get that large iced mocha to get you through your afternoon. Or, spend that extra change on an itsy-bitsy ice cream cone for just .75 in flavors like bubble gum and cotton candy. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.javatraincafe.com/index.html"&gt;javatraincafe.com&lt;/a&gt; for a full menu including daily specials.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Above: Java Train's Tuesday Lunch Special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cleveland Wok &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;767 Cleveland Ave S. St. Paul, MN 55116&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Get the area’s best lunch buffet to go. Located in an area a bit more quaint than New Asia, this restaurant draws customers from all walks of life to their 11-3 pm lunch buffet. For $3.99/lb, you can stuff Chinese take-out boxes full of buffet food. Or, for a little over $5, you can dine in and enjoy multiple trips to the buffet. Parking is on-street and scarce, but the walk will be worth it! &lt;a href="http://clevelandwok.com/"&gt;clevelandwok.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acme Deli &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1552 St. Clair Ave. St. Paul, MN 55105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Acme deli lets you customize your sandwich using a clear, foolproof, pencil-and-paper ordering system. Meat sandwiches start at $4.60, veggie sandwiches at $3.90. (Mustard aficionados beware- only yellow is available.) For an extra $1.50, Acme will deliver your sandwich to any location in the St. Paul area. Fast, convenient and delicious. See &lt;a href="http://www.acmedeli.com/takeout.php"&gt;acmedeli.com/takeout.php&lt;/a&gt; for the complete menu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-15595918722321011?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/15595918722321011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/almost-free-lunches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/15595918722321011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/15595918722321011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/almost-free-lunches.html' title='Almost-Free Lunches'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiRz42Oq-RI/AAAAAAAAABo/ecdBjAPjwMw/s72-c/034db58d40ca%255F%255F1243852523000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185893933730006582.post-3239834069833056112</id><published>2009-05-27T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:56:06.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>The Feminist Foodie began rather simply...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While working my PCA job earlier this afternoon, tantrums and squeals couldn't distract me from my growling stomach. Work wouldn't be over for another hour, meaning two things: 1) The kids would probably spend most of my money before my shift ended, so... 2) I would need to find something to quell my hunger on the cheap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By shift's end, I had a measly $5.35 left in my wallet, a stomach growling like trucks down-shifting on the highway, and less than half an hour to spare until it it was time to hit the books again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now how many times have I been in this situation- with $5 or less left in my wallet and nothing but stale cereal and black bananas back at the apartment? I needed something quick, something tasty, and something thrifty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pause. This is where The Feminist Foodie is born. I'm a college student with a love for good eats at dirt cheap prices and a passion for empowering women. No need to keep the news to myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now how do feminism and food intersect, you ask? Simple. We renounce post-meal guilt, embrace our bodies' needs for fuel and step forward as healthy, nourished women ready to take on the patriarchal paradigm. The two are inextricably linked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the birth of The Feminist Foodie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185893933730006582-3239834069833056112?l=thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3239834069833056112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/3239834069833056112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185893933730006582/posts/default/3239834069833056112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeministfoodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>the feminist foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05005391435582786789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imZkKLzLOC8/SiGBUdlNUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q76qHetmvG8/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
