Calling All Writers!

Hey friends!  We are currently sending out a call for regular contributors for Collective Feminism for this semester, Spring 2017. If you haven’t already heard about our stipend, this post is dedicated to give you everything you need to know about it.

If you do have additional questions or concerns, shoot us an email at collectivefeminism@stcloudstate.edu (you might even consider it practice for submitting future posts).

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If you’ve submitted posts to us already, you probably already know that we accept intersectional submissions of all shapes and sizes. From commentaries on political goings-on (which we have no shortage of), feminist reviews of movies and video games, to poems, stories, and even visual art. There’s a lot to talk about–and this is your space!

We understand that writing blog posts during the semester can be tough, especially considering homework, student organizations, and work. We’d like to offer this opportunity to help you out: if you submit three (publishable!) blog posts, you’ll be paid $60, and your work will be published on this blog.

So what’s the catch? First, all three have to be submitted and deemed publishable before you receive the stipend. We also have a contract for you to sign that details dates throughout the semester we’d like your post submitted by. (We give you ample time, and we’re willing to work with your schedule, so don’t stress out about it!)

Let us know you’re interested by shooting us an email at collectivefeminism@stcloudstate.edu.

(Feminist) Thoughts on the March

Just after the Women’s March on Washington, Carly Puch (one of our own!) wrote on her own blog about her experience participating in the march.

She brings together a thoughtful perspective on the empowering heart of the march, critiques of its unmistakable whiteness, and what both of those things mean for the kind of work we have, as feminists, ahead of us.

Here’s an excerpt…

There are improvements to be made, and particularly we white feminists can do better but what these marches symbolized was that recognition. More women are mobilized because for many it is the first time their rights are truly being threatened, whether that be attributed to their race, their class, their age or any other factor that has allowed them to turn a blind eye to injustice. Human rights campaigns in this country have been built on the backs of people of color, do not silence them, but listen and learn to those who have been fighting before you.

Continue reading here!

The kind of work we have ahead of us must not be forgotten or ignored: it must be thoughtful. We must strive to love each other, build bridges between those of us with vastly different experiances, and act beyond our fear to achieve things which may seem impossible.

What do you think?  Let us know here on the blog or write us at collectivefeminism@stcloudstate.edu

See You Next Semester!

It’s that time of the year again! Finals are almost here, and the Fall 2016 semester is coming to a close. So we’re taking a content break until spring term.

But…we still want to hear from you over winter break!  Read something great, or not so great? See something interesting, angering, or even exciting? Write about it!  Turn it into a blog post and submit it to us! Check out our Guest Post Policy page for more details.

Don’t know where to start? Here’s a beginner’s guide for writing blog posts.

Stay connected and critical this break, and keep an eye out for our blog party at the beginning of spring semester!

Good luck on your finals!

Best,

The Blog Team

 

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Familial Ties and the Decision

By: Asmita Koirala

A spine-chilling breeze hums in my ear. Heavy rainfall touches my shoulders and caresses my face; I am sitting on the windowpane of my room that overlooks the balcony. Ever so often I like to sit by myself and think. The rain gives me serenity, and for a few minutes I am transported to a utopia. Sitting in the rain helps me escape all the chaos and inner turmoil that has been engulfing me lately. I have a decision to make. A decision that will determine the path I have to embark on.

My father’s word still echoes in my mind. He trusted me with this. This might probably be the biggest decision I was ever subjected to take in my nineteen years of life. The one that will forever stay with me. He summoned me to his room earlier today and said, “Asmita, you have a decision to make.” For many, this decision might be easy to make, but for me it is tough. Fear of the unknown, and the fact that I might mess things up scares me.

I reminisce all the things I have done with my family, my friends, my siblings here in this very place I call with my whole heart home. It feels like yesterday that I was playing hide and seek with my brothers and that I was screaming at them .My eye falls upon my window pane. The windowpane I call the pane of memories. As I look through the windowpane I see old markings. I look at the different colors I used to draw. Each portrays a story of their own. In red crayon, I drew a ludicrous picture of my brother when he was mad at me. I used green to draw a sad personification to cheer my brothers up when our tutor got on our nerves. I look at the windowpane and I smile; I smile thinking about all the we were and all that we will someday be. Each and every corner of my house holds some sort of beloved memory of us. Us as a family, us as siblings, and us as people slowly trying to morph from naïve childhood days to adulthood.

I recall fighting over something as small as who gets the remote control. I recall smashing my brother’s fingers in the door mistakenly when he tried to get inside the television room .I recall blood dripping down his fingers and the murderous look he gave me .I drown myself in memory lane so deep tears start to stream down my face. It’s bittersweet .I have spent nineteen years of my life in this house; I have grown with my brothers here, I have learned from my parents here, and I have grown emotionally and physically here. I have never known life outside this house and outside the love of my parents. I have never known anything but to be a caring daughter to my parents and a pain to my brothers.

I look at my dog that is now wagging her tail and is trying to get my attention. I remember the circumstances under which she became a part of our home. I was heartbroken when my first dog, Bruno, passed away. I cried a river mourning his death .My brothers and parents made sure I was okay. They were my rock at times when things were tough. As soon as I recovered from Bruno’s death, they got me my new dog, Lucky. Bruno will forever hold a special place in my heart but the void, which he left behind, was gracefully fulfilled by Lucky.

“Asmita your future is in your hands. Either you stay here in Nepal with us and pursue your higher education in the prestigious Kathmandu Management College that you qualified in, or you go to a foreign country, be independent, and enroll in the college that you qualified in to. What will your decision be? Which college will you pick? Where do you want to go?”my father had said.

Coming out of memory lane, I observe my surroundings and see that, in the blink of an eye, the night has been swept away into the dustbin of the past and a new day is upon me. The sun like a great golden disk rises across the sky to greet me. It shines in my hair and glitters in my heart. I see the overcast fog of my clouded mind fading away. The decision now doesn’t seem to be as daunting to take, as it was a few hours before. I steal one last look at my room, my windowpane, and my dog I inhale the sweet air of my country and decide its time. It’s time for me to get out of the bubble of protection my parents have always given me. I decide it’s time to break free and be liberated. I will carry my loved ones with me in my heart, but I decide its time for me to break the mold and embark on the journey of the unknown in a foreign country without anyone to look after me every step of the way.

 

 

Why Mindfulness?

Do you know Dr. Beth Berila?  She is the director of the Women’s Studies department here at SCSU and teaches a variety of Women’s Studies courses. Her website, the Mindful Semester is an excellent site to find information on yoga, meditation, and mindfulness aimed at helping students balance their busy lives (Dr. Berila is also a yoga instructor and conducts free yoga classes in Atwood on select Mondays from 12-1pm)!

We feel like her website is a great addition to our monthly theme – Learning to Love Ourselves

Here is an excerpt from her article on mindfulness

Mindfulness is a method of cultivating self-awareness and compassion for yourself and others. To be mindful is to be aware of what you are thinking, feeling, and doing.  Rather than moving through life on automatic pilot or multitasking to such an extent that you aren’t fully conscious of everything you are doing, mindfulness is a kind of “metacognition” in which we are aware of what you are thinking. It helps you reflect on what you habitually do, how you respond to challenges, and learn what you need in order to become both more content and more successful at what you do.

Mindfulness is not a goal so much as it is a state of being.  We often spend a great deal of time ruminating on the past (such as the exchange you had with your roommate yesterday) or the future (such as whether you will get into the Nursing major). When we do that, we devote only marginal attention to the present moment.

Take a look at the rest of the article here.

 

Welcome (Back) to the Blog!

We are excited to begin Collective Feminism’s second year of publication in order to continue exploring intersectional feminist thinking and foster action across campus! We are eager for another successful year of public intellectualism, inclusive reflection, and benefiting dialogue for all students, faculty, and staff on campus.

Here are a few thoughts we have about year two:

  • We will be doing monthly themes this year. This month’s theme is Learning How to Love Ourselves and October’s theme is LGBTQ+ Celebration Month. Of course, you are free to write on any topics in the realm of feminism, but we feel the monthly themes will give you a nice idea of important and “hot” topics right now!
  • We have a blog team of four members: Melissa Frank (Publisher), Mara Martinson (Managing Lead Editor), Andy Menne (Outreach Coordinator), and Jo Benson (Content and Community Development Coordinator).

It is our hope that you join us (if you haven’t already) by not only reading the blog but also writing and submitting content to collectivefeminism@stcloudstate.edu. We’re looking forward to diverse content and contributions from you! Your submission(s) will continue to make Collective Feminism a platform where all voices can be heard.

If you haven’t already, please subscribe to the blog so you can receive emails notifying you when we make new posts!

Enjoy your school year; we look forward to being a part of it!

Best,

The Blog Team