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solitaryserenitygurl · 5 months
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What a strange world it is where a mother bringing her own child with her to work is seen as such a bonus! A great thing! So nice of the bosses! But silence about how it is 100x harder to do that same job and yet are expected to discount their value. Women's work truly is undervalued. Working mothers must put their trust in severely underpaid daycare workers. Stay at home mothers must shoulder the entire household and be told how easy it must be and nice to not work (though parenting IS work as the existence of positions to do just that proves). Barbie had a point: no matter what you do as a woman, it is never enough and never valued as it ought to be and somehow you do it all wrong at the same time.
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laurenrinaldi · 2 years
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Burned Out On the Town, oil on panel, 2022 #secondshift #LaurenRinaldi #oilpainting #womenswork #haveitall #unpaidlabor #fairytale #ballgown #momlife #contemporaryart #womenpaintingwomen #dreamhome #housework #genderroles #dishes #artoftheday #phillyartist #artofinstagram (at Paradigm Gallery + Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci79Ushug4h/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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boomerbroadcaster · 7 months
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Why The Blue Jays And The Leafs Are Losers
Are professional sports affecting your love life, or am I the only one? Last Sunday I saw a good movie advertised and suggested to my husband that we go on a cosy date to take in the matinée. Like Pavlov’s dog, my taste buds were already drooling at the thought of warm, buttery popcorn and an icy Diet Coke. Never on Sunday! He looked at me like I was from another planet. Alarm bells went off and…
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sandysembler · 1 year
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A single sentence can change the course of someone's life, as was the case for me when my mentor unleashed a torrent of wisdom that shook me to my core. I felt exposed and vulnerable. She had seen right through me! As the shock subsided and her words sank in, I realized that she had given me a precious gift: The permission to take up space,to be seen,to be imperfect,and to share myself generously with the world. This generosity, she reminded me, wasn't just about grand gestures, but also about the small and quiet moments,full bodied expression,and self-care.It was about being present,honest,and true to ourselves,and allowing ourselves to be seen in all our beauty AND our messiness. Her words stayed with me long after our 2 year mentorship ended.They have been a source of comfort,strength,and inspiration,reminding me that generosity is not just a virtue,but a way of living and being. I am struck by their relevance in today's world. We live in a culture that often values success,achievement,and productivity over generosity,compassion,and self-care.We're told to hustle,to grind,to push through our pain and exhaustion,to put ourselves last in the pursuit of our goals and dreams. What if we shifted our focus from doing to being,from achieving to giving,from perfection to authenticity? What if we embraced the power of vulnerability,of opening ourselves up to others,of sharing our stories, struggles, triumphs with generosity and grace? Saying yes to life, even when it is messy,uncertain and scary. How generous are you willing to be?Will you share yourself with us, with the world, with all your imperfections and vulnerabilities and beauty?Will you take up space, spread your wings, and dance with all the joy and sorrow and wonder of this fleeting life? I dare you to say yes. I dare you to meet me here in this generosity, to let your heart be opened and your spirit be moved, to embrace the power of words and the beauty of connection. I meet you here, with all my being, and I am grateful for the gift of my mentor's fierce love and wisdom that continues to inspire and guide me to this day. . . . #sakredshesisterhood #feminineleadership #womenswork #flowstate (at Saint Petersburg, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpleIPYsPGF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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gentlefolkfiber · 1 year
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Applique wool pomegranates on red linen in progress. My son's holiday break is 2.5 weeks long! I have 5 weeks to come up with a lot of art, and Christmas in the middle. ... Oh, I'll get done, because I have to- it's a big deal, a big opportunity, and a huge honor to be invited to participate in the show... But, it's probably a good thing that I'm a very early riser 😉🌙. Who needs sleep? https://www.etsy.com/shop/GentlefolkFiber https://thegentlefolkfiberstudio.bigcartel.com #pomegranate #gentlefolkfiber #onmygame #artdollmaker #artdollsofinstagram #artdoll #folkartist #folkartdoll #folkart #modernembroidery #modernfiberart #moderndoll #subversivestitch #caughtmyeye #womenswork #supportsmallbusiness #bossbabes #momlife #slowstitching #handwork #woolart #redembroidery #handembroidery #handstitched #sewistsofinstagram #artdolls #softsculpture #artshow https://www.instagram.com/p/CmRabDbOgZf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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duvalart · 2 years
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There is one last weekend to see the Women’s Work exhibit at The Lyndhurst Mansion in Tarrytown. If you are in the area, I highly recommend it, especially if you are lucky enough to get Nancy Wallach as your docent. It is a tremendous survey of the brilliance, fortitude and love of women as expressed through our arts for over a century. Check it out. Here works by: Sarah Gardner, Louise Bourgeois, Betty Woodman and Faith Ringgold. And that is just a taste.#lyndhurstmansion #bettywoodman #faithringgold #louiseborgeois #womenswork #tarrytown #tarrytownny https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci2RiB9OdhP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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mmiiedesign · 2 years
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WIP 🚧 making progress. #embroidery #embroiderydesign #flowersofinstagram #maker #nature #mothernature #subversivestitch #leavesembroidery #flowerembroidery #pagan #spirituality #womenswork #canvas #sundayvibes #mondaymotivation #tuesdaymotivation #wednesdaywisdom #thursdayvibes #fridayvibes #saturdayvibes (at Long Island, NY) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd3iErvrU2e/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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thorne1435 · 1 year
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I’m so late to the gender party but I really thank you for hitting the “gender equality is letting women be breadwinners AND men be home makers” nail on the head. I’m so glad always more women are going into STEM and traditionally masculine positions and I am all for continuing that progress, but by the same token, I am a man going into nursing and my entire class is female except for me. The stigma of men going into traditionally feminine jobs is HUGE - think about male kindergarten and daycare teachers, nannies, nurses, cleaners, etc. Just anecdotally, I’ve been told by several male nurses to be prepared to be the one expected to handle violent patients (I’m a 5’3” trans man so uh. I am sorry to say I am as or less qualified than my peers in that regard), and I’ve also been told to expect patients asking for a female nurse instead - none of my classmates have been told to expect someone asking for a male nurse. It’s just really frustrating and discouraging that there is a lot of lip service paid toward this sort of thing, but people still ridicule and demonize the men who want to work in these jobs :(
I was focusing on the househusband angle, but you're right about this needing a lot of work too.
I think that something being designated as "not-menswork" kinda means that it's necessarily being designated as "womenswork" and that's...not great. Especially since it looks like all the "not-menswork" jobs are jobs that require compassionate approaches and emotional maturity that we don't trust men to have.
And I think that's not even exclusively misandristic, either, because when you really think about it, what message is this sending to women, as well? "Yes, queen! Go leave the house! You don't have to take care of your family. Go be a teacher or a nurse or daycare worker or a maid so you can take care of other people's families!" Maybe I'm reading too much into it but it certainly seems to stem from the idea that women are just predisposed towards childcare and nurturing. And since men are just not allowed to be what women are ever, they logically must be predisposed away from childcare and nurturing.
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subzeroparade · 2 years
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A snippet of the Godwyn-centric fic I’m currently halfway through.
I thought I’d be further along, but I had to fly halfway across the world to attend the burial of my family’s beloved matriarch (nonna. If you know, you know).
And so I am fighting to finish this, an indulgence that is at once a welcome distraction, but also part of a myriad of different ways I am processing grief.
It helps.
He weaves tapestries.
They say it is a symptom of idleness, or worse - of malaise in Godfrey’s absence; those long months when his father is far afield on a great hunt. They must get him outside, they say. Stewards with their rattling voices and weak chins, pleading with the lord’s towering knights like men praying between marble columns. Get a bow in his hand and a sword at his hip, they beg. Fix him, Godwyn understands. And then he will feel the noble bloodlust that runs so purely in his veins, the thick and insistent call of the hunt. Of the conqueror.
He weaves another tapestry.
His attendants will find him there, on occasion, seated at the great polished loom, trapped behind a thicket of wool or silk. He sits facing the back of the tapestry and peers through the threads to where a mirror reflects the face of his work back at him. The stewards are always the last to notice his golden gaze, fixed on them through the taught waterfall of string: the unblinking gaze of an animal. He finds some small satisfaction in the way they shudder when they notice him at last. The way he hears their breath quicken, the apology that tumbles from their quivering mouths for not noticing him sooner. Then he lets his face resolve into something warm and soft, because as much as he would like to be left alone with his craft, he also wants their trembling gazes to drink of his work with the same awe and reverence as they do his own visage.
He weaves a scene of knights and priests come to lay tributes at the feet of his parents. A splendid yellow sky crowns their central perch, and their heads are framed by intricate looping halos in gold thread. He learned early enough how much his mother treasures depictions of her own likeness.
Remarkable, the attendants whisper; but he can hear the queer suspicion in their voices.
To this new composition he quietly adds his younger kin, a subtle likeness in the visages of a priest and a warrior who supplicate in his parents’ golden shadow. No one knows, of course; save perhaps the lone Healer aware of their existence, and this small trespass delights him. He is oblivious to consequence, but part of him knows with cruel certainty that, even if they choose to acknowledge his work, his mother and father will look right through the woven faces of their second sons. He noticed long ago how their eyes ghost over his own creations. They settle on his beauty, rather than the beauty of that which he creates. To them, he is their tapestry - their legacy - and whatever creation he conjures of his own volition is of little concern. It fades, obstructed by the long shadow they cast.
Still, he weaves. He meets his own liquid gaze in the mirror, behind a thousand brilliant intersections of color.
Once finished, he hangs the tapestries himself in the halls outside his chambers, like signposts of his faith. Lords and nobles ask him which masters he commissioned, and how many weavers of the renowned guild worked to create such splendid depictions of holy order.
None, he answers.
And by now he is used to their confusion, and the apprehension that follows close behind. A god, they whisper, the sole heir of Marika, making ornament. They wag their jeweled fingers, conflating decadence and immorality, blind to the irony. Idlework, they say tremulously - and worse, womenswork.
Still, he weaves. At night, he returns to his chambers stinking of dyes and covered in bright powedered colours. While his Perfumers draw his bath, he imagines his next work; as they scrub the indigo from his fingers and hair he begins to weave new shapes in his mind’s eye.
When it is finished, it is his grandest one yet: a complex, stylized depiction of the Erdtree, its roots in looping elegance and its bough thick and full, adorned with erdflowers stitched by hand in bright orange thread.
Idle hands, his father’s attendants say. They do not see how deft and strong his fingers have become.
Finally they strap him in leathers and buckle his jeweled scabbard, before sending him off into the Altus Wilds with the promise of a prize if he returns successful. The day is hot and bright on his face, the wind scented by erdleaves. He imagines them in delicate orange stitch, shot through with gold.
He returns in the evening with an enormous stag draped across his shoulders. He lays it at his father’s feet, and in the Elden Lord’s stoic features he sees pride resolve itself, softening the hardness of his brow. Satisfaction, the glimmer of expectations met. Godwyn bows, lets it wash over him. He would like to think himself clever, but still he bathes in his father’s adoration like a child; lets it curl the far edges of his mouth.
Then he washes the blood from his long fingers, and goes back to weaving.
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hernamewasluna · 3 years
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You heard this didn’t you? Not everyone is for formal college education, some call it bourgeois and for mindless sheep. You’re told you’re dumb for getting into student debt for it. They scream “learn a skill”. Thereby lies the problem, the gender wage gap still exist, a certificate or a degree, you still face gender inequality! #genderwagegap #intersectionalfeminism #womenswork #minimumwage https://www.instagram.com/p/CNUfFiZL9S1/?igshid=1mo8zho5wix41
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curiouscatalog · 3 years
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From: Godey’s Lady’s book. Philadelphia, Pa. : L.A. Godey, 1854
AP2 .G56 November 1854 
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laurenrinaldi · 3 years
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Working title - Second Shift, oil on panel. Newest painting almost finished (still very wet) #oilpainting #secondshift #womenswork #domesticlabor #contemporarypainting #womenpaintingwomen #selfportrait #laundress #unpaidlabor #laborday #workingmom #happilyeverafter #exploitation #production #reproduction #artistsoninstagram #painting #figurepainting https://www.instagram.com/p/CTlOtCUDkgj/?utm_medium=tumblr
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sandysembler · 1 year
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My life changed when I got radically honest and radically responsible about what was happening in my life. All of it. The ugly parts. The parts that people saw and the ones no one knew. EVERYTHING. It didn't happen in an instant. It didn't mean I didn't sometime fall back into being the victim. With practice though I owned it all. When you own it you alchemize it. It allows you to come from a place a power. A place of possibility. A place of sovereignty. Life happens. There is no way to escape the waves that come with being a human. When you believe that you can handle it, that God has your back, that everything is figureoutable you will come from a completely different place. Claim the power that is your God given right. Know that you can design the life of your dreams when you start by believing you can. . . . #sakredshesisterhood #feminineleadership #feminineembodiment #relationshipcoach #relationshiptoself #womenswork #lovenotestoyourself #sovereignty #sisterhoodovercompetition (at Palmetto, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpSzj3RJxzA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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gentlefolkfiber · 1 year
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The Emmeline Bodice is officially up on my site. It's available in 9 colors, from XS-3XL☺️. Look for more clothes coming soon! https://thegentlefolkfiberstudio.bigcartel.com #bodice #linenclothing #historybounding #historicalsewing #victorian #waistcoat #slowfashion #handmade #linenvest #greylinen #sewistsofinstagram #corded #corsettop #vest #victorianbodice #hookandeye #sew #womanownedbusiness #womenswork #atelier #18thcentury #festivalclothing #dirndl #traditionalsewin #elegantclothes #couturedesigner #couture #couturedesign #slowliving #beautifulclothes https://www.instagram.com/p/CklCeBnuHBT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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riva-isms · 3 years
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Impromptu assemblage of old sponges. When they are too grungy to use for dishes I put them in the mud room and use until - well - things like this happen. #life #art #womenswork #sponges #assemblage #kitcheninspo #inspiration #hudsonvalleyartist (at Stanfordville, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTVMa8pFqVX/?utm_medium=tumblr
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paperarchive · 3 years
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I love you Edith Anne. Good job.
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