The recurring theme that kept on popping up this week is women: the women in my life, friendships restored, the women who read this blog and the ones I am yet to meet. To honor them all, I have a bit of a feminist thread going on.
Enjoy your weekend: mine has a door that needs to be sanded and restored and a botanical garden in its sights.
One. It is annoyingly called the oldest profession in the world, condoned and criminalized at the same time, under the assumption there will always be women willing to sell their bodies and men willing to buy. Maybe. But maybe not. A legislation the Swedish Parliament passed in 1999 has yielded the following results: 2/3 fewer prostitutes; 80% fewer clients; virtually no foreign women trafficking. How did they do it? By decriminalizing the selling of sex and criminalizing the buying.
Two. Needless to say that traumatic events shape who we are, whether we let them or not. Sometimes the only way to get past them is to confront them. Joanna Connors was raped. Her rapist was caught and ended up in jail, where he eventually died. Joanna, though, unable to shake the memories off, many years after the fact, decides to investigate the background of her assailant and even meet his family. The story is now a book “I will find you: a reporter investigates the life of the man who raped her.” I haven’t read the book yet but the review intrigued me. Coincidentally, it was a man who brought this to my attention (thank you Winston).
Three. Illustrated platitudes that women who work and have children have been dealing with for decades. Only applied to men this time.
Four. I had no idea there was such a thing as an abortion doula. This is an account from such a doula, reflecting back on the beginning of her career. And what happens when we take ourselves out of the story.