Kait: Twenty-Something, Girlfriend, Art Historian, Photographer, Blogger, Aspiring Chef.
I geek out to Roman copies of Greek original sculptures from the Hellenistic Mediterranean. Sometimes I also stalk cats. Yeah, I'm that girl.
I also enjoy spending time in the kitchen. I'm a bit of an enigma when it comes to cooking. While I can whip up a flawless Thanksgiving feast I have also been known to burn frozen pizzas at the drop of a hat.
I read like it is going out of style and I enjoy a good video game every once in a while. I'm a huge fan of wine and sarcasm.
I live somewhere in a frozen wasteland near the middle of nowhere with my boyfriend and the hellcat, Skeeter.
About five years ago I came up with a list of things to do before I turned 30. I went back and updated over the years as my tastes changed and my paths forked. I completed a lot in five years — only three things remain unchecked. I’m okay with that. Five years ago, I probably would have neurotically run in circles trying to finish this list in the next two days. I’m a different person now than I was back then. I’m a different person than I was 10 or 15 years ago. I like me now. It’s a good feeling.
As I sit here on the verge of 30, I’m amazed at how far I’ve come. On the 18th I start a new job as a communications and development manager working on a $1.5 million capital campaign for a local nonprofit. It’s a wonderful opportunity made possible by the fact that I’ve nearly finished my graduate degree in museum studies and nonprofit management. I’m married. I have three awesome step-children. Life is better than I’d ever imagined.
So here’s to the next 10 years. 30 is going to be a good decade.
I will be 30-years-old in a little over 5 years from now. When I saw this on moments of exhilaration I thought that it would be a good time for me to think about what I want to do with my life over the next five years. A short-term bucket list, if you will.
In no particular order and without further ado: My 30 Before 30!
I got this email from Goodreads earlier this week and suffice it to say I am not happy. As a book review blogger, I’ve come to rely on Goodreads for their handy “post to blog” checkbox feature that’s right there on the review page. It pulls everything into some lovely HTML code and I jut plop it over here and my review, links, and rating all just appear like magic.
I’m so sad to be losing this lovely feature. Not cool, Goodreads. I hope you replace it with something awesome.
This isn’t your greatest year. It’s totally not your fault. You are, of course, an inanimate object so you don’t have thoughts or feelings.
Anyway, I want to say that I still love you. I love what you stand for, regardless of what the administration says you are. I love that one of your national symbols is the Statue of Liberty who welcomes everyone into this amazing melting pot of diversity. I love that people still have the chance to get that “American Dream.”
That dream is becoming ever more elusive due to the hatred and fear that is running rampant thanks to the new administration. I hate that people have to live in fear because of their religion or the color of their skin. I hate that some people might die without their necessary medications. I hate that the President of the United States condones and supports the hate and the fear. Mostly, I’m just sad that my country, the country that I would have given my life for, is not the America she used to be.
However, I have faith. I have faith that this is just a dark spot in what will be a shining future. I have faith that Americans can pull together to support each other in our time of need. I have faith that love trumps hate and that love conquers fear. I still have faith in the country that has found itself countless times after tragedy.
Happy Birthday, America. Here’s to overcoming adversity and finding the light at the end of the tunnel.
Content Warning: This book contains explicit descriptions of rape and torture that could be triggering to some survivors.
Lolas’ House is part history book, part memoir, and part biography. Eveline Galang interviews sixteen women who survived imprisonment as Japanese “comfort women” during World War II. These “women” were most often young girls, barely teenagers, stolen off the streets while running errands with siblings. They watched as parents, siblings, and spouses were tortured and murdered before they themselves are hauled away and forced into sexual slavery.
Galang mingles her own personal narrative with the testimonies of the survivors and the history of Filipino life during WWII. It is impossible to not be moved by the strength of these women. They have experienced the worst that humanity has to offer. Not only were they stolen from their homes as children but after daily rapes and slavery, many were rejected by their families upon their return. Yet, the women pushed on and now as very old women, they are fighting the Japanese government.
The only real issue with the book is that it immersed in the history and culture of the Filipino people. As someone outside of that circle, I would have liked a little more context around some of the traditions that are discussed. Likewise, there is some dialogue that is in the original languages of the women. This is noted in the author’s introduction but it was difficult to understand the longer passages. However, this in no way diminishes the book for me — it’s still an exceptionally moving read.
Lolas’ House comes at a pivotal moment. Many of the lolas express their desire to end war. They say over and over that they hope to keep other children safe from this fate. With the world poised on the edge of the cliff, I would behoove everyone to read Galang’s book. It is an incredibly powerful testimony to the horrors of war and the power of the human spirit to persevere. We cannot let this happen again.
Despite my personal misgivings, I am a knowledge-seeker so when the opportunity to read Ms. Dolezal’s book presented itself, I took it. I even went into the venture with an open mind, ready to hear her side of things before passing judgment. Unfortunately, reading the book only solidified my feelings that Ms. Dolezal lives in a world of her own creation and feels persecuted by those outside of it (which is nearly everyone).
I will say that Dolezal had a horrific childhood and endured more than any child should. However, some of the claims in her book leave me dumbfounded. She highlights growing up in rural Montana where there were no black children. She didn’t even know such a person existed until she was given a National Geographic magazine as a young teen. Yet at the same time she knew she was inherently black. She compares doing manual labor on her family farm to being a chattel slave which is preposterous. This goes on and on throughout the book and rather than presenting a well-rounded view of society, it comes off as whiney and at times delusional.
Regardless of whether Dolezal is delusional is beside the point here. What the book does present is a well-rounded view of her experience. I was able to see exactly how she came to believe what she does and it is clear that her identity crisis started from a very young age. Her story is a very interesting psychological study in that sense this is a very good read.
Storms Reback is the only saving grace in this whole thing as the book is actually very well written. I’ve argued before that good writing can make a terrible book readable and it holds true for this one as well. I wouldn’t have finished it otherwise. Rather than paying for the book, just read some news stories on Dolezal and you’ll have all you need to understand her.