I am an intactivist. For those who don’t know, that means I oppose routine infant circumcision and all forms of genital cutting performed on minors without medical necessity (this goes for male, female, and intersex children). It does not mean I oppose circumcision in general, it just means that I believe strongly that the only person who has a right to make that choice is the person the procedure is being performed on.
I love the idea of vertical gardening! Grow as much food as you can in as little space as possible. This is an important concept for people and the environment as populations become more urbanized and we have to put the brakes on shipping food from long distances to reduce the amount of global warming, asthma, and cancer causing pollutants we put into the only atmosphere we’ve got.
When Elijah was born I knew right away I would never put him into Boy Scouts. The Boy Scouts were not inclusive, and for all I knew Elijah might be gay. More than that, I didn’t want to support an organization that was bigoted towards LGBTQI people. It just doesn’t match up with our family values. Even now that they have made the move to allow gay scouts in the program, I am still offended at their refusal to allow LGBTQI troop leaders, as if they think anyone who doesn’t fit into their narrow gender/sexuality binary is a child molester.
Recently I read this article at Grist and while I liked some parts, I disagreed with much. It argued that urban farms and homesteading were unlikely to do much in the quest to feed an ever growing, ever urbanizing, ever globalizing population, but it might provide some kind of educational benefit or something. Their arguments make sense, if you go into it assuming that everything else they talk about is the right way for things to be. Personally, all I could take away from it is that they were focusing on the wrong problems. This is why intersectionality in environmentalism is so important.
By now I’m sure everyone has seen this meme going around Facebook, everybody passing it along with statements like “So True!” and “This will never be me again!” I read it and felt pissed. Oh great, another thing I’m being judged for at the park. And anywhere else where mom’s judge each other, which is pretty much everywhere.
As horrible and grim as it sounds, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about if I should be murdered. Particularly, if I am ever nabbed by a stranger and murdered.
I don’t know what the odds are that this will ever happen. I assume it is pretty low. I know the odds of it happening to a child is 1 in 1.5 million. To put that in perspective, the odds of dying as a result of a routine infant circumcision is 1 in 100. I’m not sure if an adult’s odds of being kidnapped and murdered by a stranger are higher or lower than a child’s, but surely it is not that much off.
It’s a week before Mother’s Day and I’m doing something very brave.
I am planting my plants outdoors.
This is brave because in Colorado the best bet for last frost is Mother’s Day. Planting stuff before last frost in Colorado can be asking for trouble. But, I’ve checked the weather for the week and I feel like it’s probably going to be pretty safe. Fingers crossed, knock on wood, and all that jazz.
Some people think it’s odd that I keep a homesteading blog in which I write about seemingly non homesteading related topics so frequently. Feminism, parenting, education, body image, paleo lifestyle, etc. I find it impossible to talk about homesteading without addressing the issues that homesteading intersects with.