burns the fire

On the slogan-happy occasion of International Women’s Day, I would like to give a shout-out to people everywhere, in particular to those of you who believe that feminism is dead and that we don’t need a day in the spotlight to trumpet our power and herald our cause. I am here to raise my digital banner, to sing: I am woman.

In the late 60′s as my childish hand drew nipples on to my Barbie’s plastic boobs, a cigarette ad linked smoking to women’s emancipation and empowerment by using the word slim in its brand-name and proclaiming its melancholy logo: We’ve come a long way, baby. Well, not nearly long enough. It outrages me that John Lennon and Yoko Ono are still right: Woman is the nigger of the world. We still do not have equal rights, pay or tolerance. In the West where we remind ourselves of how far we have come, sex discrimination and misogyny (unequal pay, power, the cult of thin, the GOP war on contraception, etc) are less an issue of survival and not always easy to prove, while in huge swaths of the world it is a shit-storm: murder, rape, veiling, torture, stoning, acid-attacks, to name a crushing few. A violence-crazed wheel of global misfortune hell-bent on destroying our mothers and sisters, our partners and friends. A staggering void of love and respect that reminds me that until women everywhere share equality with men, none of us are truly free. Friends, there is much work to be done.

In the lacy haze of growing up a North American girl, I remember putting poor Barbie upside-down in my bedside lamp to heat-style her synthetic hair, and as she waited in the blinding light- docile, patient and perfect on her permanent tippy-toes, I set my doll on fire.

FYI:

Equality Hurdles Persist: http://tinyurl.com/7ff3pa7

Documentary on Acid Attacks in Pakistan: http://tinyurl.com/6n63dxv

US Republicans and Contraception: http://tinyurl.com/7curg2k

Women’s Rights in China: http://tinyurl.com/74dt4yo

Saudi Women and Driving: http://tinyurl.com/6prba4p

Women Directors in Hollywood: http://tinyurl.com/6or6yhh

Some of my best friends are Iranian (see: The Heart of a Revolution, and Life of the Party). Some of them, ex-political prisoners under a regime that tried to beat their souls into submission as they tortured their bodies and murdered their friends. At dinner the other night, talk turned to an old activist friend who had been arrested and killed, and without thinking, I replaced his name with the name of an outspoken Canadian friend. She is very much alive and has never been jailed and tortured, but she could be if she was struggling for human rights and freedom in Iran, and that’s the point. Imagine a friend or family member of yours:

“When she turned 20, (Name) was arrested for attending a human rights demonstration. (Name) was beaten, raped, and put in front of a firing squad.”

As I write, there is, dare I say, another revolution going on in Iran, that while terrifying, signals hope for this country where over 70% of the population is under 30. They are peacefully demonstrating for human rights and freedom, and they need our support. Here are a few links. Please consider, help spread the word, and contact your government representatives.

Break the Blackout!

Petition: Signatures against the results of the Iranian election    Target: United Nations Secretary-General Mr. Ban Ki Moon

International Campaign for Human Rights in Iran

From the people on the street    Select the filter: IranElection

Twitter Pics

Photos

Excellent blogs, updated often daily, with select Tweets from inside Iran, relevant articles and videos from all over the internet.

http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/06/13/iran-demonstrations-viole_n_215189.html

Overview Article: Iran: A Coup in Three Steps

French-language data base: Iran Resist

Human Rights and Freedom for All. Peace and Love. Yes, we can.

Catapulting me out of blogger’s block is not a crash, a war, a flu, nor the glory of Spring, it is the coming of BRUNO, Sacha Baron Cohen’s latest messianic provocation about a gay, Austrian fashion reporter who assaults our tender psyches with his bare-all fashionista flair. The alt-title says it all: Delicious Journeys Through America for the Purpose of Making Heterosexual Males Visibly Uncomfortable in the Presence of a Gay Foreigner in a Mesh T-Shirt. In other words, another fearless flick by the makers of the gut-busting BORAT, that, if the trailer delivers, will boldly expose the rabid fear of each other that screws us up so bad, and keeps us in the global dog-house we’re in.

Sacha Baron Cohen belongs on the all-star team of the eternally great Jewish comics (not known for physical prowess, but for their uncanny ability to make us laugh, cry, and goose the Establishment), including, amongst others: Lenny Bruce, Woody Allen, and Sarah Silverman. Viva la revolución!

Double trouble: Sacha Baron Cohen is Bruno

This is what I feel like when I don’t write

This is what I feel like when I do

The American people have finally elected Barack Hussein Obama, a visionary black and white man with a Muslim name and a global pedigree, as the new President of the United States. I am thunderstruck and elated in the way that love floods the heart and spreads everywhere. So grateful, I want to share this moment with you.

Let the healing of oceanic inequality begin anew, and a wildly fertile re-seeding of our exhausted earth. Stop all war. Activate peace. Cultivate self-respect and respect for others. Eradicate poverty, prevent and heal disease. Let the Obama family, at whose helm is a partnership whose beating heart we can palpably feel, inspire us. Let us give them our inspiration, and help each other now.

Send me your comments for a new age, or any great links!  

DO GOOD: If you’re in Toronto on November 19/08, check out Romina Fontana’s third annual Get Lit event for a great cause. This year’s reader list is outstanding! Tickets are flying – so book yours now. To make a donation, please visit their website.

Don’t miss our friend and award-winning Iranian-Canadian photographer Babak Salari’s beautiful, haunting photos about Havana’s queer artistic community in his latest book ‘Faces, Bodies, Personas: Tracing Cuban Stories’. The International Diaspora Film Festival will present Salari’s book at Innis Town Hall, 2 Sussex Street on Nov 08 5-7PM.

ZANY AND UNPREDICTABLE: If you’re in Montreal between November 19-23/08, ask yourself this: what happens to a guy who was born with a metal fork for a hand when he begins to see himself for who he truly is? Enter the world of FORKMAN… a play filled with string marionettes, shadow puppets, video, and more, presented by my cosmic friends Lydia Lukidis and Chris Godziuk. Check here for details, and see you there!

Dulcinea Langfelder. If her name doesn’t get your blood rushing, her latest show surely will.

Born and bred in Brooklyn, New York, Dulcinea Langfelder is part Slovak Jew, and part Sicilian Catholic (which, she believes, might contain Muslim roots). She is a woman of the world for whom the party is on stage.

Langfelder’s last show was the outrageously great Victoria; a hilarious and uplifting ode to life, death and a woman popping wheelies in a chair. I fell hard for Victoria, and saw it half a dozen times without blinking. Dulcinea and her crack team of creative and technical collaborators have toured the world with it, much to the delight of throbbing hearts everywhere.

Langfelder’s latest is called Dulcinea’s Lament, and it’s about to have its North American premiere in Montreal, in both official languages. She’s got a lot to tell us and she wants our bums in her warm seats. Mashing theatre, dance, music, video and puppetry, she re-imagines Dulcinea del Toboso, Don Quixote’s made-up muse whose utter fabulousness she uses to comically explore the history of religion and her very own sex. Admittedly, I have only been tantalized by clips of it, but I have faith we are in for a sumptuous feast.

I’ll be there on Saturday, Nov. 15, if you’d like to join our party. Check here for time and place, spread good the word (!!), and let me know how it makes you feel.

Another Montreal artist who gets my vote: Theatre director (and luminous actor) Alison Darcy and her company Scapegoat Carnivale are receiving raves for the gorgeously titled ‘Life is a Dream’. I’ll be there with bells on this Thursday, October 30. Only five nights left, get your tickets fast!

Life is a Dream, by Pedro Calderon de la Barca, translated by Edwin Honig, presented by Scapegoat Carnivale at Centaur Theatre, 453 St. François Xavier St. in Old Montreal, at 7:30 p.m., Wed. to Sat., 1:30 p.m. Sunday, through Nov. 1. Tickets $10 (reduced) or $15. Call 514-288-3161 or visit www.scapegoatcarnivaletheatre.com.

I dropped in to see my friend Ahmed at his antique shop yesterday. Unlike Barak Obama, he is a Muslim, and sports the post-Ramadan weight loss to prove it. Ahmed is also a furniture lover and a totally gentle soul who unlike most of the downtown types I know, has an innate faith in people. He trusts that they will pay him when they can (they do), and practices love and acceptance for all. I find it hard to swallow that when he showed up in a downtown hospital emergency ward as a non-denominational kidney stone wracked his dark-skinned, Muslim body, the ER doctor told him to get the hell out of Canada.

I asked Ahmed if he filed a complaint, he shook his head and told me that everyone in the room heard the doctor, and no one said a word.

My chest is hurting as I type. Ahmed is unscathed but I want to hunt down this criminal physician with my white skin, female might, and Jewish psyche haunted by the history of persecution and fear. Desperate for the world to be a better place- for people to heal- I will strap the mad doctor into a hospital bed for a week (the time Ahmed spent in a corridor with a morphine drip), and pump love into his veins to dissolve his hate. 

(Restored by Ahmed, in the center of our loving home)

If you’re on the look-out for a treasure to grace your space, check out Brocante Baleze at 2116 Bleury (and Sherbrooke). Say hi to Ahmed.

Good News Flash: Mazel-tov to my hogtown bud and super scribe Andrew Kaufman (All My Friends are Superheroes) who just signed a two-book deal with uber-publisher Ann Collins at Random House. Write on, A!!

Good News Flash: My whip-smart producer pal and NYC indie gal Mridu Chandra is about to world-premiere her latest feature film POUNDCAKE at the prestigious AFI FEST in LA in early November. They are honored to be the only US film in competition. Catch it if you’re in LA, spread the word and join the premiere party!

Last night, my husband and I went out for Chinese with my parents. Old-school, they’re off to Miami for the winter, so before they go we’re trying to squeeze in as many good meals as we can. The place was packed (with Jews, natch), and as we salivated in line, my American Dad announced, “You know why Obama just went up in the Florida polls? (Cue: drum roll) I mailed in my ballot.”

To avoid the catastrophic turn-of-the century shaft of Al Gore in Florida, political strategist and esteemed social activist Sarah Silverman has hatched a winning plan with her cronies Mik Moore and Ari Wallach, at Jewsvote.org. ‘The Great Schlep’ invites Jewish Gen Xers to visit their Bubbies and Zaidyes in the sun-baked swing state, feed their hope with Barak Obama, and keep the pivotal Florida vote in favor of the Democrats. Hey, non-Jews can be schleppers, too- it’s all inclusive and non-denominational. All you have to do is ‘talk to your relatives!’ What are you waiting for??!

Catch The Great Schlep right here, spread the word, and pretty please with sugar on top: vote for change.

CANADIANS: NO MORE HARPER! There is a very good website to help you vote strategically in your riding. You just need to throw partisanship to the side and go with the candidate most likely to win. The site lets you know which candidate has the best shot. CLICK HERE. 

GOOD NEWS FLASH: My American cuzzin and sassy soul brother Josh Keesan and his sparkling thespian girlfriend Teresa Reilly (get thee to her blog pronto) made the great schlep to the City of Lost Angels in one piece. Mazel tov! It’s good to be alive.

Schlep: A tedious or difficult journey. 

I’m still reeling from the effects of an unforgettable party last Saturday night. A party spiked with the blazing heart and soul of fifty Iranian activists and ex-political prisoners, in exile world-wide. They came to Montreal for a conference about the 1980’s massacre of Iranian political prisoners: to re-connect, to strategize, to honor the dead, and celebrate life. After surviving years of utter brutality via the Islamic Revolution, they continue the fight for human rights and peace. Talk about a theme!

Aside from my wedding (and its renowned Arab/Jewish hora), I have never witnessed such an explosion of joy as I did that night. Shirin and Mehrdad (see: The Heart of a Revolution) opened their home to their 1980’s cell-mates, and let the party rip. A live-wire ran through their veins, which, amazingly, included mine. A musical of towering emotional intensity was improvised on the balcony, with outbursts of ecstatic dancing that vibrated the feet, gyrated the hips, and threw heads back, lashing hair in the moonlight. Through the tears, my friends, laughter! Music! Three women singing, then six, then two men, then one woman, then, all together. Aching songs of sadness and joy. Soft voices whispered in my ear, translating the Farsi of Iran. Images of its mountains, sunsets, and the spirit of its people. The woman who lost her husband to the firing squad, and then her baby as she was tortured in jail. Female voices chanting the chorus. I clapped my hands, raw, in time. When Shirin opened her golden throat, I felt her heart fill the night sky with indomitable love. 

In the living room, one woman pointed to another- held in a group hug on the couch. She said, we shared a cell for a few years. They beat her terribly every day. For the first time, tonight, I saw her dance. 

GOOD NEWS FLASH: As we share our stories and break down the walls that divide us, we speak out against tyranny with our humanity and love. There is hope!