Go Francis!

May 17th, 2013

I am definitely not a fan of what has become of Catholic Church. But it is always very exciting when you can find positive aspects in what you principally view as negative and other way round (Dear Angie, I think it is amazing that you had your healthy breasts  – and soon ovaries – cut out: What a wonderful deconstruction of a sex symbol!)

Back to the Catholic Church. I was very excited to read about Pope Francis railing against the dictatorship of an economy that became a self-righteous system and completely overtrumped (and enslaved) human beings. It is religions of the world that should scream loudest against injustice, against any threat to our soul, against neglecting that what makes us spiritual beings. It is them who should call for altruism, spiritualism, peace and love for everything and everyone on this planet. But I can only hear Buddhist voices. The rest is either silent or too quiet – or simply wrong in their interpretation of the religion they represent.

It feels quite exotic to agree with things a Pope says…. And I like the exotic feeling. So here you go, the highlights:

(There is a) “need for financial reform along ethical lines that would produce in its turn an economic reform to benefit everyone.”

“We have created new idols. The worship of the golden calf of old has found a new and heartless image in the cult of money and the dictatorship of an economy which is faceless and lacking any truly humane goal.”

“While the income of a minority is increasing exponentially, that of the majority is crumbling.”

“This imbalance results from ideologies which uphold the absolute autonomy of markets and financial speculation, and thus deny the right of control to states, which are themselves charged with providing for the common good.”

And here the link to his whole statement.

Let Angie Be…. StrAngie.

May 14th, 2013

When I turned on Facebook today and saw posts about Angelina Jolie’s article in New York Times in which she talks about her preventive double mastectomy (and it sounds like an upcoming preventive oophorectomy), at first I thought it was yet another Facebook joke. Then I thought it was one of those nebulous articles Star magazine invents. But then I clicked on the article and the click lead me to the unspeakable truth: Which is – it’s true!

Angelina Jolie has seriously had both healthy breasts removed because gene tests showed she has BRCA1, a “faulty” gene which her doctors told her means 87% chance of developing breast cancer. Her mother died of breast cancer 56. So she had her breasts removed. Now, her doctors claim that her chance of getting breast cancer lowered to 5%. She still has 50% chance of getting ovarian cancer, so I do see her removing her ovaries in near future.

Now, what Angelina Jolie decides to do with her body is absolutely her choice. We have to respect that.

But.

Going out in public, glorifying this decision and advising women to follow her example is just beyond any…. Words. I seriously lost words here. What is even worse are public comments describing this new Jolie press craziness as brave and strong and a great example. (Same Jolie was all around media in 2006 because she was flying herself, her husband and her 3 small children in a Cirus SR 22, a plane aviation specialists say was extremely dangerous as she was not ready to master it. She was greatly risking not only her life, but lives of her 3 children as well).

This is not about Jolie. This is about all women.

Just as they had fought for their rights for centuries, women had always fought for the control over their bodies. Doctors are traditionally male and medicine is male dominated. Throughout generations, women have been mutilated and stripped of their sexual organs: breasts, ovaries, cervix and uterus for what only later turned out to be not valid reasons (and let’s not forget the still existing problem of genital mutilation). They have been given hormones against menopause that only ruined their health. They are given birth control that can cause serious health issues. Throughout the history, women have been messed with and brutally “punished” for being women (remember witch hunts?). Women would sneeze (I don’t mean this literally!) and doctors were cutting out cervixes, uteruses and breasts, leaving a damaged body, destroyed sexual life and ruined psyche. But medicine advances. And great developments have been made. In only one generation, medicine has stopped doing this (I am saying this remembering what doctors used to advise my mother and her geneation): Now, cancer patients often don’t need to have breasts removed at all; instead of cutting off the cervix because of HPV, there are other methods such as laser, medication or vaccination. Women keep their uteruses and ovaries. And we are very happy about this!

I have bad cancer history in my family. There were five cases of cancer in my immediate circle. Women in my family have been told to quickly have their breasts removed – only to later be praised for not having done so as it turned out to not having been necessary after all. Same goes for uteruses, ovaries, bladders and cervixes. Medicine is advancing from year to year. What had to be “immediately removed” one year, turned out to be treatable next year. If Jolie did get breast cancer, that doesn’t mean that she would suffer or die young like her mother did.

And then there is a very important spiritual aspect of this story. There are other things that can happen to dear Angie. She can get brain cancer. Have a car accident. Plane crash. Die in the big earthquake California is expecting. God forbid, but something could happen to one of her six (or seven, I forgot) kids – which is something she can’t avoid but is way more horrible than any health issue she herself could have to face. A great, strong and brave person is working on their spiritual advancement which will help them face, fight and win any difficult situation. Including cancer. The highest spiritual advancement is not fearing death and not fearing one’s destiny. Putting oneself under a glass bell is not brave. Howard Huges is popping to my mind. Is a person who locks themselves in and disinfects their entire life for fear of disease strong and brave?

Really world, leave us women alone! Let us be women. Let us love our bodies the way there are. Let us not hate them for being too big, too small, too crooked, too hairy, too soft, too undefined. With this fake beauty dictatorship that started 20 years ago, we have it hard enough. But now to fear our own bodies and mutilate them – especially to mutilate our sex organs, the very part what makes us women – out of fear?

No! This is not OK. Jolie should not be celebrated for her public craziness. She should rather be sent to a therapist to try to heal her fears and problems with her own sexuality in private – and not use her status to influence lives of millions of women out there.

Women (and men): LOVE YOURSELVES!

P.S. It feels banal bringing up money when talking about this philosophical and spiritual disaster. But: Jolie herself admits that only the gene test cost $3000. Her surgeries must have cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Really, this is what she is giving women of the world as solution?

 

 

International Workers’ Day and the Power of Information

May 1st, 2013

1st of May is one of the days I miss Vienna the most. I miss big red-and-white flags hanging from the historic houses, and the blissful peace I feel when I wake up: As it is workers’ holiday, the drives have the right to rest so public transportation only starts functioning at noon. I miss decorated trams that later in the day drive through Vienna. Music on the streets. The parade I always wanted to go to and never did (yes, yes: Never postpone to tomorrow what you could do today). I miss that one day in the year when we celebrate labor. Workers and their rights. General human rights. Human dignity. The rights of people vs. rights of corporations.

1st May originated in the USA. It was in Chicago on 1st of May 1886 that workers were first protesting for an 8-hour workday. Someone threw a bomb at them and as a reaction the police fired at them, killing four men. In 1891, 1st of May was recognized by the International as an annual event of international demonstrations for workers’ rights. It has been celebrated since then throughout the world. Not in the USA. Of course.

It feels strange being in the USA on International Workers’ Day. It’s just like every other day: From early morning, gardens around me are buzzing with the noise of lawn mowers. They are operated by Mexican gardeners, most of whom are here illegally. They work 7 days a week, for a few bucks an hour, have no paid holidays, no health insurance, no benefits. No rights. And when I was thinking of those Mexican gardeners working on workers’ day, I remembered a friend who works in IT for a huge American bank. After he lost his job during the financial crisis, the only job he managed to get was a freelance job. It is at one of the country’s biggest banks, but in spite of that, he has no regulated hours, no paid vacation, no health insurance. No rights. And now they want to cut his pay.

I just had a discussion on Facebook about a project in which they handed out laptops to Ethiopian kids. Without any instructions or help. The kids learned – all by themselves – to operate them, to read, and a bit of English language. The discussion was about if information will help to improve those kids’ lives. My opinion is it won’t – especially if it is not guided information – it will only create a wish for lives and things we have and they can’t. It will create desperation and envy.

People in the USA have the information. They know that in Europe, we have 5 weeks of paid holidays, everyone (including unemployed and free lancers) has excellent health and social insurance, and other basic protection. Has that information improved lives of workers in this country?

Happy International Worker’s Day!

 

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Vienna today, 1 May 2013, Rathausplatz

 

And HELLO Beyoncé!

April 17th, 2013

Beyonce just started her world tour yesterday with a concert in Belgrade. And here is what she had to show us: Nipples. Really Beyonce? What’s next? Stylized insides of your vagina? Tasteless. (And I have nothing against boobs. But either show them or don’t.)

I don’t want to go into bashing current pop stars’ vulgarity because I feel I said/wrote it so many times that I’m getting boring. But Beyonce’s sequin boobs perfectly fit our last conversation (see my blog on Margaret Thatcher from 10 April 2013.) What images of successful women, or role models, do young girls have to look up to today? Either Hilary or Merkel – or Beyonce (`s boobs). Why is there no middle ground? How much femininity is too less and how much is too much?

God bless ancient Greeks and their Sophrosyne.

 

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Bye-bye Margaret!

April 10th, 2013

O.K., so Margaret Thatcher is dead. She passed away couple of days ago and my Facebook wall is still full of her. As my friends are mostly left wing intellectuals (am I bragging?), my wall looks like a competition on who can say worse things about the “Iron Lady”. Yes, she was a horrible neoliberal who, together with her buddy Ronald Reagan, helped to create this mess we are living in. But I got so tired of reading bad things about her. It’s old. We know it. Leave it alone. Let’s invest our energy to find the way out of this mess rather than bash a long forgotten corpse.

I felt the urge to write a note on Margaret Thatcher’s death because I feel weirdly connected to her. I do. In a very bizarre way. Since I had a back surgery at age of 15 in which my spine got supported with this long metal rod (called “Harrington”), my friends often referred to me as Iron Lady. I always liked it. For one, I literally do consist of a big amount of metal. But I always considered myself to be some kind of Iron Lady in other ways: I am strong, brave, ambitious. Indestructible. And this is where Margaret Thatcher is important. Whatever her political views were, she did do something good. She became the only female Prime Minister in the history of the UK. She fought for her position in the time and society in which parents still forbade their daughters to attend university believing there is no other position for them in this world then that of a housewife. Thanks to her, I grew up taking for granted that one of the world’s most important political personae is a woman. (On top of it all, she was also feminine – as far as her position would allow. And she was a mother.) Unfortunately, since she left politics, girls haven’t had a picture of a leading female politician to look up to, or simply take for granted.

Hopefully Hillary will change that in a few years.

Till then: Bye-bye Margaret!

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Hello, Magritte!

February 7th, 2013

I don’t know if it’s art but it surely is beautiful. And very spiritual: Artist Berndnaut Smilde is using a fog machine and water to create clouds in unexpected (closed) spaces.

Link to the video: BBC Story

Enjoy! (Yes, I know, it must be way more amazing to see it live)

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The Nomi Song

February 3rd, 2013

I just saw a great documentary about Klaus Nomi called “The Nomi Song”. I grew up with Nomi’s music completely unaware of his story, so it was amazing to learn more about this unique artist. If you’re into bizarre creatures and human stories, see it.

But one thing struck me specially : Kenny Scharf, a painter and one of Nomi’s collaborators, talked about the art scene in New York in mid 70’s. He said something like (I saw it dubbed in German so this is a translation of the translation): When we arrived to NYC, we were all in the same boat. We didn’t have money, we lived on pizza and doughnuts. It wasn’t about success. Naturally, we dreamt about it, but there was a feeling of togetherness and solidarity. We weren’t scared that one of us could be better then the other. We were discovering our creativity together and supported each other. It was all about art.

While researching for “Titoland”, I saw a documentary about Yugoslavian rock’n’roll – and one of the biggest Yugoslavian rock musicians (yes, I forgot who it was) talked about the same thing: Zagreb in early ‘80’s, the creative people there who didn’t care about money or fame but just wanted to create and collaborate and support each other. And they all created fantastic stuff – the kind that doesn’t exist today.

It struck me as beautiful that people from completely different worlds, countries, continents, systems experienced the same creative phenomenon. Zeitgeist. Could you imagine someone saying the same thing about today’s art scene?

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“Titoland” in LA

January 31st, 2013

I am excited to announce my first reading in Los Angeles:

13 February 2013 at 7

at Max Kade Institute, USC

2714 S. Hoover Street, Los Angeles, California 9

I will read from “Titoland” and Angela Thompson will read from “Blackout” (a story of her mother’s escape from East Germany). After the reading, we will talk to Prof. Sarah Pratt about lives between communism and capitalism. Reception to follow the program.  Join us if you are in LA!

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Nomination for MIA Award 2013

January 30th, 2013

I am very excited to announce my nomination for the MIA Award 2013 in category “Art and Culture”.

MIA Award is given annually to women with migration backgrounds who are especially successful in their field in Austria and who are active advocates in the issues of migration and women.

The award is handed out by the President of Austria, Dr. Heinz Fischer.

Please cross your fingers for me on 8 March 2013!

Link to my nomination:

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I am wishing my readers a fantastic 2013!

January 3rd, 2013

For the whole year to be as magical as it’s first day in Santa Monica…