I am tired and overwhelmed by the prospect of holding down the fort this week. I have a fluffy post about pretty dresses in the works, but right now, the substantive stuff just feels like a millstone. Over and over, we make the same points and are misunderstood and abused in the same ways and then someone emails to alert us to an article with the same hackneyed hate. Haven’t we said this before? Haven’t we been shouting until our voices gave out? Isn’t anybody listening?
I was thinking this morning about Liss of Shakesville and her perfect analogy for feminists overwhelmed by the vastness of the work ahead of us:
Sometimes it feels like it’s all I ever write about; sometimes it feels like I can’t possibly write about it enough to do the issue justice; often, those feelings exist within me simultaneously. All I ever do is try to empty the sea with this teaspoon; all I can do is keep trying to empty the sea with this teaspoon.
Goddamn, that still makes me blub (as Liss would say). And get ready to blub a little harder, because Shaker and Shapeling Faith has whipped up a bunch of teaspoon jewelry, so you can wear your weary and hardworking heart on your sleeve (well, your neck or your ear). All proceeds go to CARE, an organization that is helping to ease the global food crisis — what better charity for fatties’ dollars, am I right?
Head over to Faith’s place and make a donation, and wear your teaspoon with pride. It’s going to take us a long, long time to empty the sea. But the effect is cumulative; if everyone who reads SP in a typical day hoists a teaspoon, that’s almost 50 liters of bitter water we can flush away.