For the Violence & Community Symposium at Naropa that the magnificent Bhanu Kapil and Michelle Naka Pierce have organized, I am writing a talk/essay entitled (provisionally): Apoplexia, Toxic Shock, and Toilet Bowl: A Rant. I know, it's a working title. But I guess some of the earlier posts I have since deleted were kind of working out some of these rants/ideas. It is about being a writer in society, but most importantly, being a woman in society. I think I'm going to make a case for furious women, in a society that is more than anything completely toxic. It will also weave in somehow the cleanse I've been on lately, a philosophy/postmortem? of my blog as toilet bowl, the state of apoplexia that is the creative process for me, Jonathan Franzen and rage, the hysterical cheerleaders and Caitlin Flanagan. Anyway. I've been working on a catalogue of all the crazy/dystopic state and national laws being proposed to discipline and control a woman's body: "personhood" in Oklahoma, "wrongful birth" in Arizona, all the crazy shit these candidates are spouting off about, like Mitt Romney wanting to abolish Planned Parenthood. Anyway. I've been paying too much attention, I think, it was starting to unravel me, all of this anger.
But I would like to kind of crowd-source just to make sure I've got everything...I've been blocking out Mr. Santorum most of all. As I was telling Elisa G. in the comments of the last post, this is what I closed my @daughteroffury Twitter account. If I could tweet about Gossip Girl and Gone with the Wind with Elisa and Carrie M, I'd be thrilled. But I felt myself turn into a woman with a bullhorn just screaming. Just wanting to scream. Not that there's nothing wrong with that. There isn't. There isn't at all.