Girls to the Front


My friends think I exaggerate. Oly is so cool. Oly is so hip. Oly is the center of the known universe. I hope that all my female friends will take a look around them. Do you feel equal? Do you feel that your voice is heard? Do you take these things for granted? Well, you can thank my generation of Riot Grrrls and you can thank Oly. And, by the way, you’re fucking welcome.  We had fun.

Riot Grrrl roared into the spotlight in 1991: an uncompromising movement of pissed-off girls with no patience for sexism and no intention of keeping quiet. Young women everywhere were realizing that the equality they’d been promised was still elusive, and a newly resurgent right wing was turning feminism into the ultimate dirty word. In response, thousands of riot grrrls published zines, founded local groups, and organized national conventions, while fiercely prophetic punk bands such as Bratmobile, Heavens to Betsy, Huggy Bear, and Bikini Kill helped spread the word across the US and to Canada, Europe, and beyond.

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I commented on my friends post yesterday and someone else made a comment about Seattle that they heard from the Twilight series. I had to smile. I had to wonder, does my friend know where she lives? Does she know the way that we, a lost generation of disenfranchised young women in a dreary little backwater place, shaped their world? Is this how the next generation will see us? Through tawdry-teen books and weather reports? This post today is mainly for those women in their 20’s and 30’s; career women; women who are educated, independent, and have no clue about where they came from or where they are. Let me provide you all with a little history lesson:

On August 20, 1991, in Olympia, Washington, members of Bikini Kill and Bratmobile, along with 15 other all-girl or female-fronted bands, took the stage at an event called “Love Rock Revolution Girl Style Now” or simply, “Girl Night.” Girl Night was the kickoff show of the International Pop Underground Convention (IPU), a five-day gathering of D.I.Y. scenesters organized by K Records’ Calvin Johnson and Candice Pederson.

According to Vail, an Olympia native, Girl Night seemed like a natural fit for the Olympia music scene circa 1990. Since the ’60s, the freewheeling college town had fostered a strong, co-ed creative community with a progressive political bent. Still, Vail recalls, events with an obvious feminist agenda tended to ruffle feathers even among Oly punks.

The relatively strong presence of women in Olympia’s DIY community was an exception, not a rule, in the early ’90s underground rock scene. Women had played an important and visible role in the punk counterculture of the late ’70s and early ’80s. But by the ’90s, the reigning sound of hardcore punk drew a younger and predominantly male crowd vying to play the fastest, yell the loudest and mosh the hardest. Women remained active behind the scenes but seldom made it onstage.

Although the original Riot Grrrl movement had largely dissolved by 1996, graduates of the Riot Grrrl scene like Sleater-Kinney and Le Tigre would go on to achieve widespread critical acclaim and loyal cult followings. Meanwhile, on a grassroots level, Riot Grrrl-inspired projects like the Girls Rock Camp Alliance and Ladyfest are passing on the spirit of all-ages, DIY creativity to a younger generation.

To read the entire (and very interesting) article: http://www.npr.org/blogs/therecord/2011/09/20/140640502/revolution-girl-style-20-years-later

People think the Riot Grrrl movement is over. It may have been usurped by tag-a-long wannabes like the Spice Girls, but gone it is not. We simply grew up and moved into the kitchen. Our next revolution is for our children. Our next revolution will not be televised, it will be baked.

Let me remind you, it has been a mere hundred years that women have had the right to vote in this country. It has only been in the last 40 to 50 that women have actually even been allowed to chose their profession en mass.  It has been in my lifetime that the word girl has become disassociated with the idea of weakness.

Ladies; my students, my comrades, my facebook friends – it’s your turn.  It’s time for you to create. You will have your own challenges, but if there is one lesson that I hope you take away from my generation, it is that you don’t have to play the games of the current social structure. Go rock it girl style. Here is a recommendation for a kitchen zine to help you on your way and to do it your damn self:

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Lucky Peach
#3: The Cooks and Chefs Issue

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The Chefs and Cooks issue attempts to answer a few pressing questions: What does it mean to be a cook in today’s age of celebrity chefdom? Where is cooking headed? How did the molten chocolate cake make its way from Michel Bras’s restaurant in Laguiole, France to the Wal-Mart freezer case? What happens, exactly, when bartenders spank mint?
The answers arrive from all over the place; Mario Batali recalls the early days of Food Network; Meredith Erickson spends an afternoon with Fergus Henderson; Naomi Duguid visits street vendors in Chiang Mai. We talk to cooks from Fort Bragg to Paris to the South Pole.
There are recipes for barbecue-chicken pizza and pasta primavera, and Christina Tosi’s upside-down pineapple cake. – From buyolympia.com

LUCKY PEACH

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2 parts RHUBY
2 parts sake
4 parts peach/mango/ginger puree
1 egg white
10 dashes Hella Bitter peach (sub Hella aromatic bitters)
Fill a cocktail shaker with ice.
Add RHUBY, sake, fruit puree, and egg white.
Shake vigorously until white and frothy.
Pack a highball glass with crushed ice, and strain drink into glass.
Soak the frothy layer of egg white with peach bitters.
Sip with a straw and enjoy!

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