So, I have been here since January and have not written a single blog post. Sorry, guys.
There’s something about this city that makes me feel less inclined to spend every second reading my RSS feed, tweeting and blogging like I do in the U.S. Maybe it is the fact that the internet here is slightly behind much of the world in speed and quality, or because I am too busy. Or maybe it’s because I’m in an amazing city that I would rather be enjoying than sitting at home and writing.
It could also be that I’m not into personal blogging in general. My favorite part of journalism is getting know part of another person’s life so well that I can literally be their voice and regurgitate interesting information they have to give. So talking about myself isn’t really appealing, but today I read yet another Ann Friedman column suggesting that aspiring journalists keep a blog, so I’ve been scared into updating more frequently. I’ll be here for another few months, so we’ll see how that goes.
For starters, here is a photo of Argentine band Él Mató a Un Policia Motorizado from a music festival I went to on Sunday.
The festival was for Rolling Stone’s 15th anniversary, and my amazing Argentine friend Valentina called me and said she had an extra VIP pass. It’s seriously hard for me to write about my life here without it seeming like one giant #humblebrag, so I won’t tell you about the open bar and free, unlimited BBQ sandwiches.
In the two months that remain, I’m continuing some work with the Argentina Independent, freelancing and traveling a bit. And at the end of June I’ll be heading to Belize for a volunteer trip. In the meantime, I will make a hopefully-not-futile attempt to keep friends and family in the Northern Hemisphere updated on why I stayed in this slightly crazy, wonderful city.
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When rapists are defining terms that simultaneously ignore and maintain the power dynamic, we live in a rape culture. By the way, it isn’t always reasonable to expect a woman in such a situation to start screaming etc., that requires a force of energy and will that could be sapped when you’re in such a compromised position. Especially when, statistically speaking, the rapist is someone you’ve known for a long time.
Important to remember in light of the Mike Dixon scandal. I heard so many comments on how it couldn’t have been rape, because she invited him over, because she texted him after, because she agreed to change positions when he asked. Let’s shift the paradigm of consent from “no means no” to “yes means yes.” If men would look for enthusiastic consent rather than lack of a verbalized, assertive “NO,” there would be no gray area.