Five Star Friday's 220th Edition Is Brought to You By Rigoberta Menchú

This week's Five Star Friday is brought to you by the parenting of teenagers, manifestos, moving and letting go, getting back to basics, money and romance, writing and romance, the truth about our media, rape culture's portrayal of good guys, holes, and

Rigoberta Menchú

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What I treasure most in life is being able to dream. During my most difficult moments and complex situations I have been able to dream of a more beautiful future.
     — Rigoberta Menchú

Happy Friday!

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Manifesto: That Thing You Want To Say

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Mocha Momma

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My first manifesto was born that day and so was my voice. I started using it and telling people that I was worth something and so was my fatherless daughter. Shame is a tool people wield over you to conform to their standards. It helps them feel better and live their own dismal lives in the caste system they create. What did I have to be ashamed of then?
Nothing. Not then and not now. Say that thing you want to say to people. I was an 18 year old with a toddler on her hip when I learned to take a deep breath and just say it. How could the Dirindas of the world possibly react when I opened my mouth and demanded they treat me better? If the Dirindas don't want me talking about them now, then they should have treated me better, because I have a voice and a story about being a girl who people tossed aside, ignored, or tried their damnedest to shame.

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Caterpillars vs. Butterflies

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Swistle

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I realize it's ridiculous, because it's not like the literature doesn't explain how this works, but I feel like I signed on for one kind of life and got another kind of life. It's as if I thought long and hard about a pet, and decided after much research and reflection to get a pet caterpillar. It's not that I don't like butterflies, but that's not what I wanted. Now I'm stuck taking care of a pet that's completely wrong for me.

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Ok? Ok.

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Zizzivivizz

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There are pine needles all over my floor. In some places they're heaped up in little piles, and they smell like the sweetest, spiciest thing, but they can be sharp at the same time. They stick to my shoes and socks. They twist themselves into the fibers of the rug, at the same time that the rug fibers cling to everything. They follow me everywhere, and it is that way with life too. Things are sweet and spicy and sharp and clinging, and they follow me everywhere no matter how much I try to keep them in place. The world and history and the after-effects of the things I do, they are insistently messy like that. They don't stay in place. Or their place is everywhere, tangled up with everything, on the bottom of my socks and pressed — too late! — between the wrapping paper and the tape on your Christmas present.

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It’s Time to Take Back The Blog

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Girl Gone Travel

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...a lot of us really just wanna be able to write a good story and I say it's time. It's time to take back the blog. It's time to forget about the stats and the likes and the views and just write a damn good story.
And brands, come back to the reasons why you were intrigued with bloggers in the first place: our ability to genuinely connect with our community. Our ability to share with those who trust us and look to us for information because they know we won't steer them wrong.

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The Problem With Breaking Up With A Rich Boy is a Joseph Cornell Box

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Davka: Deer Girl Medicine

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The problem with breaking up with a rich boy is
the way I said to him, your mother is beautiful,
and he agreed and called her the Earth Mother
but didn't say it back to me
while I fingered her crystals and smelled her white sage
and prayed at her altar covered with paid for Grace
gilded in gold and layered in glass
of pique du jour stars like delicate lace
of infinite good luck, chance,
and zeros in sixes
and I say, so is mine, she is just a little polluted.

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Romancing the Writing / Sabbatical Update #3

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Sara Zarr

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"It's ingratitude that destroys that romance."
The romance of a long-term relationship is different than that of a new one, obviously. The nerve endings may not crackle. The pulse may not speed up. It may take more work to see beauty in what has become the everyday. The more I think about what Scott said, the more I think the heart of a long-term romance is in fact gratitude. I get to do this job. I get to love this good person who loves me back. I get these awesome friends. I don't have to despair that life is meaningless. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

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Just Shut Up.

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not language but a map

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I know that as someone who has spent years being taught to analyze media, as someone who has actively worked to develop the skill of understanding what a given film is attempting to wring from me, I still want to see Hugh Grant kiss Martine McCutcheon. I know that the real trick to the continued, pervasive prevalence of shit like rape culture is that it's everywhere all the time, slipped in under the radar and riding on the fact that it’s the status quo, hidden in plain goddamn sight.

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Sexual Consent in Pop Culture: Waiting for Consent Doesn't Make You a Hero

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Balancing Jane

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Not being a rapist should not be a symbol of being a hero; it should be the bare minimum for decent behavior. Refusing to sleep with someone who is too intoxicated to consent or who is being forced into sex because someone is threatening her does not make you a "good guy;" it just means that you pass one of the lowest bars for basic humane treatment.

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Deep Holes and Mountain Tops

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The Crimson String

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I remember once I went diving with my ex. We had our wetsuits on in the middle of the day, and people turned to stare at him striding down the beach and plunging into the water. I used to tell him all the time that he reminded me of poetry, and he was poetic in that moment. Anyway, the water was murky and filled with sand. We didn't find the wreck we were looking for. We got out and decided to just have a few drinks on the beach. We took our wetsuits off, and I remember him saying,
"Now, we aren't special. We are just like everyone else on this beach."

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