Five Star's 293rd Great Blog Roundup Is Brought to You By Gloria Steinem
This week's Five Star is brought to you by a call to mindful online citizenship, how easy it is to learn prejudice, memories of Israel, birds as powerful messengers, the mess of early adulthood, the alienation of being business appropriate, latchkey kids, and Gloria Steinem:
I can't believe that I only managed to curate one Five Star roundup in all of July. Work and conference travel took more out of me than I thought, but we're back now, and I have a backlog of great reads to share over the coming weeks. It's a good summer for blogging.
Happy Friday, and happy reading!
An inner voice nags at me: Is this the internet I want to shape?
It can be easy to judge people of a country by their corrupt government and poverty, and ignore what they have gone through and what their real values are. It is very important for our generation around the world to understand these prejudices and be critical about them. Many of our judgments are based in haste on common stereotypes and labels put on a race or nationality. Raising awareness is the key to using our good judgment.
To see Israel tear itself apart calls these memories up and puts them right in front of me. There was a huge peace movement when I was there… It is much, much easier to believe in peace when your life is not utterly disrupted by war, when everything around you is designed to make you feel like you will be safe, no matter what.
I sacrificed what I knew like the back of my hand-the old neighborhoods I'd grown up in, the stores and street scenes that had many memories and gave me a sense of knowing where I was. I gave up not needing a map to find anything.
I didn’t know what it was like to move into a house. I think part of me thought that when I got there, when I pushed the key into the lock, the furniture would materialise. That when I swung the door open, the electricity would be on. Someone must have organised that already. Someone at the real estate agents would have set that up for me.
I was there alone on that first night. It was cold.
I can’t make my face conventionally pretty, even with makeup, but I can control my expressions. I practice in the mirror, mimicking what I hope are the right moves to show human emotion. I’m not good at this. I always thought it was the glasses; I didn’t see a facial expression until I was five years old.
Latchkey life is a series of covert missions, held precariously in place by a cardinal rule: don’t get caught.
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