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My name is Jaclyn Lansbery, and I currently live in Bloomington, Ind.

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2014 Festival de Cannes

Jane Campion - the only female director to have won the Palme d’or for The Piano (1993) - will preside over the Jury of the 67th Festival de Cannes

Abbas Kiarostami is to preside over the Cinéfondation and Short Films Jury, and Pablo Trapero over the Jury for Un Certain Regard. 

The Official Selection announced today, include new work from David CronenbergJean-Luc GodardOlivier AssayasAtom Egoyan, and Wim Wenders. Also In Competition are Ryan Goslin’s directorial debut Lost Riverstarring Christina Hendricks and Eva Mendes, and The Homesman, an offbeat western by Tommy Lee Jones starring Hillary Swank and Meryl Streep. 

Films of female directors include: Asia Argento’s Incompresa, starring Charlotte Gainsbourg; Alice Rohrwacher’s Le Meraviglie, starring Monica Bellucci; Naomi Kawase's Futatsume no Mado, starring Hideo Sakaki; and July Jung’s A Girl at My Door, starring Doona Bae.

And finally, Wim Wenders will present a restoration of his Palme d’Or winner, Paris, Texas, in celebration of its 30th anniversary.

The full lineup for the 67th Cannes here

"Jack Johnson — if you’re not up on your boxing facts or your knowledge of the world’s great badasses — held the heavyweight title from 1908-1915, when boxing was an enormously popular sport. Johnson, the son of former slaves living at the height (or rather, the nadir) of Jim Crow, first fought in battles royal — where groups of black men fought for white entertainment. He moved into the pros, beating the top black boxers and then destroying the white competition.

Instead of trying to pander to those who despised him, Johnson flipped the world a middle finger. Matejka, who spent years researching Johnson’s life before writing poems in his voice, says Johnson kept his head shaved and sported gold teeth to augment white America’s fear of him. He dated and married white women, and flaunted his money. In one of Matejka’s poems, Johnson courts a girlfriend by saying “We can bathe // in champagne, dry / ourselves with hundred- / dollar bills like those // Rockefellers do.”

In the ring, Johnson was a master of defense, with a powerful knockout punch and an unprecedented talent for talking trash.

Matejka imagines Johnson’s logic: “You’re not going to let me eat in your restaurant? That’s OK, I’m going to marry someone white. You’re not going to let me stay in your hotel? That’s OK, I have a white chauffeur.”

But there were limits to how much Johnson could push back. He’d dropped out of school when he was young, and he made up for it once his career took off. He read Shakespeare; he loved opera; he played classical viol. But while some newspapers , others would state as fact that he was “.” In Big Smoke, Matejka puts it like this:

You can change clothes
five times a day while
speaking Italian & playing
the viol in that fancy
classical way, but you
can’t change your skin.”

— From NPR’s coverage of Adrian Matejka’s third poetry collection “The Big Smoke,” which was shortlisted for the 2013 National Book Award, won the Anisfield-Wolf Book Award, was a finalist for the 2014 Pulitzer Prize in poetry and led to Matejka recently being named a 2014 Guggenheim Fellow.

Matejka also teaches one of the 10 coolest music-related college classes you can take right now — otherwise known as the “Poetics of Rap,” offered in IU’s English Department.

Need anymore of a reason to read Matejka’s book? I don’t.

policymic:

17 countries that have beat America to electing a female leader

The U.S may have grown accustomed to having predominately male leaders, but on an international scale, we’re not like many of our peers. Though women make up approximately half of the U.S.’s population, they hold fewer than 20% of legislative seats. And out of 44 presidents, not one has been female.

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Moving to Chile. Bye.

I care. I care a lot. It’s kinda my thing.
Leslie Knope  (via seeking-a-friend)

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kateoplis:

ransom and i got married several months ago in an intimate ceremony, but recently had a larger reception for more family and friends, and it was a blast! as we’re both writers, it seemed fitting to have the event at one of our favorite bookstores: the last bookstore in downtown LA. we’ve had a lot of requests for photos, so i thought i’d drop a few here. [] hugs and books!” — taherehmafi

My new favorite couple.

Hey yo, college town.

Hey yo, college town.

At least I stayed long enough to see Meryl Streep officially become a doctor. #mediaswag

A good reason to cozy up and read/look at the best of the best in news, stories, cartooning, photography and more. 

Ten Women I Have Been Warned Against Becoming:

1. The Girl Who Takes Up Too Much Space, always, her shoulders too wide in stairwells, her hips too big in doorways, her voice too loud in classes. This woman does not understand the art of crumbling, of curling herself tight like the spiral of a fern, soft, delicate, unwilling to reach out the ivy of her fingers to grasp onto what should rightfully be hers. This is a beast, an elephant, a moving mountain and she is capable of flattening you, she is capable of ruining you, she is capable of making you feel as small and insignificant in her life as she is supposed to be. You are this woman’s footnote to history, you are her side note in song lyrics, you are constantly interrupted by her with a witty joke you wish you thought of. I asked what the problem was with being a steamroller instead of a sunflower and I was laughed down.

2. The Beautiful One, the long hair or the slim waist or the pretty eyes or the lips like bowstrings. This woman looks good in everything because she’s confident in whatever you put her in. She’ll cut her hair short on you no matter how you like it, she’ll wear high heels and step on your opinions, she’ll look hot as hell no matter what size she is. See, the reason you can’t trust her is because women like this don’t need your permission, they’ll do as they please and get away with it. They’ll say no to you, over and over. Teach your daughters that beautiful means dangerous, teach them to distrust women who love themselves. Equate beautiful with vapid, equate pretty with stupid, take their power from them. Say they’re vain for their makeup, refuse to see them without it. These women are snakes, they are serpents. I said maybe the problem lies with you being unable to control yourself and was told to get off my pedestal.

3. A Bitch. Women are supposed to be ladies in the street but will tear skin under sheets. I’m told: Never raise your voice. Speak gently. Submit. Hold your opinion against your lips and when you admit to it, make sure it comes out as a butterfly wing suggestion. Don’t disagree. Don’t undermine someone else’s authority, regardless of whether or not they deserve your respect. Someone touches you, just move away from them. Don’t hit. Don’t talk back. Be like the ruins of Rome, only beautiful if you can’t hear your quiet death.

4. The Needy One. I have heard how others spit when they talk about how she gave you everything and you shoved it back down her throat until she choked on it, until she came back crawling and asked you what she did, until her palms and knees were scraped for want of just a little affection - never be this woman, I’m told, because she’s a joke and the joke is that she dared to have more emotion than you did. The truth is, I’m told, the one who cares less in a partnership is the one who wins. I didn’t know this was a competition.

5. The Cock Tease, certified stripper, how dare that girl look like that and not want me to sleep with her. Lust is always personified as a lady in red with a dress slit up her thigh. Lust is sinful because it’s power, it’s not asking for attention - it’s demanding it. I’m told she is the worst kind of woman, that looking good is supposed to be some kind of shame on her kin. I’m told not to leave the house in such a short skirt, not with a shirt so low, not with a lace back, not with high heels, not dressed like that. My lipstick can’t be too red, my hair can’t be too mussed, I can’t just “turn someone on like that and then leave them wanting.” I mentioned that instant gratification actually ruins our psyche and was told that being led on was “exhausting.” I said that there was a difference between purposefully tricking someone into liking you and just being attractive or friendly. I was told there’s also a difference between coffee and tea but both result in caffeine. I said, “I’ve been turned on in class by the girls I talk to but I didn’t expect anything from them,” and they said, “It’s different, you’re not a man,” but couldn’t explain where that difference was.

6. A Slut, obviously ruined by another person’s touch. It doesn’t matter how many people she’s actually been with, it’s all about the rumors she carries with her. Easy. Harlot. You’ll still try to get with her, you’ll still take her into your bed and kiss her and say things you don’t mean - but you’ll defame her name when you talk to your buddies. My father used to say “A slut is fine for the night, but the virgin is who you take home and marry.” Maybe he didn’t know he was teaching his daughter to hate her sexuality. Maybe he didn’t know that every time she’d be kissed, her whole system would shake until she felt ready to combust, shame and self-hatred shivering against her spine. Maybe he didn’t know she’d disconnect emotions and sex because he always told her, “Boys are different, they won’t care about you.” Nobody said to her that it was okay to experiment. See, the funny thing is, I’m a dancer so I know exactly where my center of gravity is. I know how hard I’ll fall in each direction. Yet out of fear of getting hurt, I won’t let a single person inside of my bed.

7. The Soulmate. Never love romance more than you love being cynical. Never show weakness, never like pink, never think maybe you might find someone nice and settle down with them. Someone will find you, I was told, And if you’re lucky, he’ll put up with you when you start getting old. Never be the woman who believes in happily ever after, never be dumb enough to think maybe someone could love you after all of your mistakes. It has nothing to do with whether or not a family is important to you and you’re in a good place where a relationship would make your life better - you’re not a princess. You don’t get married, you settle.

8. The Girl With Strength, who can outrun everyone and who is stronger than her boyfriend. “See the thing about boys,” says my daddy, “Is that you have to let them win.” I sat at home and read stories about Artemis and wanted to become the huntress, too. I wanted to howl at the moon, I wanted to slay the beasts that bested me, I wanted to rule my kingdom with bloody fists. But girls are never athletes, never supposed to be “built,” regardless of the fact civilizations were constructed on our spines and we made homes in war by the steel of our ribs. Never be strong. We are supposed to wilt.

9. The Lady CEO: because if you choose work over family, are you really a girl? How dare you fight your way to the top through every pair of eyes that bore through your blouse, through every meeting where you were hushed by the sound of someone else talking, through every time someone called you “sweetie,” how dare you yearn for something. Is your husband the stay-at-home one? I can’t imagine how that is going. He’s not a real man, after all. I don’t give it long before the divorce. How dare you decide you’re happy being single. Don’t you know you’re supposed to bear children. Where is your honor? Where is your wisdom? Who cares if you are the leader, the best suited for your position, the quickest-thinking, the one who makes the hardest clients come back again. Don’t you see? Across history, women have been terrible at success. They always lose their man in the end. (When I said, “I would rather be a famous author than a mediocre mother,” I was told, “No, don’t worry, you’ll be a fine mommy.”)

10. THE GIRL I AM: FIRECRACKER AND DON’T YOU FUCKING FORGET IT I’LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS AND I WON’T FUCKING REGRET IT I’M NOT YOUR PRETTY GIRL I’M NOT YOUR ANYTHING I’M PERFECT, MOTHERFUCKER, AND I’M NOT GOING TO GIVE UP WHAT I’M DOING. I DON’T WANT TO BE “LADYLIKE” THAT LITERALLY MEANS NOTHING I’M NOT GOING TO STOP STANDING UP AND DEMANDING WHAT’S COMING TO ME. I’M GONNA BE SOMEBODY. I’M GONNA MAKE THEM REMEMBER ME. I REFUSE TO BE OVERSHADOWED IN HISTORY. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO CREATE BUT YOU MADE ME A DRAGON YOU PUT ME IN THE FIRE AND WHEN I STOPPED BURNING I LEARNED HOW TO GLOW DON’T THINK YOU CAN STOP ME YOU CAN’T TAME A TORNADO.

In respectful response to a poem tilted, “Ten men women have warned me against becoming." /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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