Update about blogCa

Who knew all this would happen afterwards! January 31, snow still falling (while cars and walks were "leaf-blown" at 12:30 pm) in Black Mountain NC.

Tuesday, February 3, 2026

Maybe the Angry Women - 9 - Rebecca Traister






Edited (a bit) from FB page What an Amazing History:

Rebecca Traister is naming a pattern that masquerades as respect.

She's a journalist who's covered American politics and women's issues for over two decades. She's watched patterns repeat across campaigns, newsrooms, and institutions.

And she's identified something crucial: endurance is treated as virtue when institutions are unwilling to change.
Women are applauded for surviving conditions that should never be normalized.
Persistence becomes the substitute for reform. Praise replaces responsibility.

This framing is not accidental.

Rebecca Traister grew up watching politics. Born in 1975, she came of age during an era when women were fighting for visibility in spaces that had excluded them for centuries.
She studied at Northwestern's Medill School of Journalism, then started covering politics and culture in New York. By the early 2000s, she was writing for publications like Salon, New York Magazine, and The Cut—documenting women's experiences in politics, media, and culture.

In 2008, she covered Hillary Clinton's first presidential campaign. She watched how Clinton was scrutinized in ways male candidates never were. How her voice was called shrill. How her ambition was treated as suspicious. How she was expected to be warm but not too warm, strong but not too strong, experienced but not threatening.

And she watched how the narrative around Clinton focused on her resilience. Her ability to endure. Her strength in the face of endless attacks.
The praise was genuine. But it was also convenient.
Because celebrating Clinton's endurance meant never having to examine why she faced attacks that male candidates didn't.

Celebrating endurance shifts attention away from the source of strain.

If women can withstand imbalance, the system avoids examining why the imbalance exists. If women are strong enough to survive hostile environments, institutions never have to ask why the environment is hostile in the first place.
Strength becomes an expectation. Relief becomes optional.


In 2016, Traister published All the Single Ladies—a book examining how women's increasing independence was reshaping American society. She documented how single women were building lives outside traditional marriage, creating economic power, demanding political representation.
The book was celebrated. But Traister noticed something troubling in the response: many people praised women for their resilience in navigating systems that weren't built for them—rather than questioning why those systems hadn't changed.

Women were applauded for "having it all"—career, family, independence—as if juggling impossible demands was an achievement rather than evidence of structural failure.
Women were celebrated for breaking glass ceilings—as if the existence of glass ceilings was inevitable rather than constructed.
Women were praised for their strength in enduring discrimination—as if endurance was the goal rather than elimination of discrimination.

Traister's observation exposes the trade being made: endurance is individual. Change is structural.
Applauding the former often delays the latter.
It allows inequity to continue under the banner of resilience. It lets institutions off the hook—because if women are strong enough to survive broken systems, why fix the systems?

Meanwhile, the conditions that demand endurance remain intact.
In 2018, Traister published Good and Mad—a book about women's anger in America. She traced how women's rage at injustice has been policed, pathologized, and dismissed throughout history—and how that rage has also driven every major social change.
The book came out during the #MeToo movement, when women were finally being heard about harassment and assault they'd endured for years.

What Traister insists on is recalibration.
Women do not need more praise for surviving broken systems. They need those systems to stop breaking them.
Recognition without reform is not progress. It is management.
It's a way to contain frustration without addressing causes. It's a way to celebrate individuals without changing institutions. It's a way to maintain power structures while appearing to acknowledge their problems.

Traister has spent her career documenting this pattern across American politics and culture.
In 2020, she covered another presidential election—this time watching Kamala Harris become the first woman vice president. The celebration was real and meaningful.


The question is no longer: How much can women endure?
It's: Why has endurance been demanded in place of change for so long?

Rebecca Traister is now in her late forties. She's covered politics, culture, and women's issues for over 20 years. She's written books that shape national conversations. She's documented patterns that most people miss.

Because endurance is not a solution. It's evidence of a problem.
And until we stop celebrating women for surviving conditions that should never exist, those conditions will continue to exist.
Waiting for the next generation of women to endure them too.





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Jan 31, 2026 in Virginia


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ICE and Border Patrol victims:




Keith Porter
Alex Pretti
Renee Good
Silverio Villegas Gonzáles
Heber Sanchaz DomĂ­nguez
Victor Manuel Diaz
Parady La
Luis Beltran Yanez-Cruz
Luis Gustavo Nunez Caceres
Geraldo Lunas Campos

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On considering systems changes I've posted some of the steps that were taken by intelligent people in the past over on Opening Yesterday's Pages. Today I posted about Eleanor Roosevelt and the UN Declaration of Human Rights.

Monday, February 2, 2026

Maybe the peacemakers - 3

 As of 2025, there have been 20 women who were awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.


The heroines of peace – the 16 women awarded with the Nobel Peace Prize before 2014 (1901-2014)

These are women who received their prizes after the above photo collage.
And in 2025 Maria Cordoba Machado of Venezuela won... (see my blog, Maybe the Angry Women - 4)



I plan to give you brief (yes an intention) biographies of these other Laureates. 

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"Please join me and many others in making the six compassionate vows of: environmental sustainability, gender equality, socioeconomic justice, participatory governance, cultural tolerance, and nonviolence and peace."

(Thanks, Robertson Work, for this invitation.)


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I've clipped a lot of information on Baroness Bertha von Suttner, available on Open Yesterday's Pages. I had no idea she had been instrumental in Peace movements before WW I. See Open Yesterday's Pages for a lot of information (just half of what's available!) As an early peace activist she may have influenced Nobel to make a Peace Prize! 

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Last week, Bruce Springsteen wrote: “I wrote this song on Saturday, recorded it yesterday and released it to you today in response to the state terror being visited on the city of Minneapolis. It’s dedicated to the people of Minneapolis, our innocent immigrant neighbors and in memory of Alex Pretti and Renee Good.” You can read the lyrics below.

Through the winter’s ice and cold
Down Nicollet Avenue
A city aflame fought fire and ice
‘Neath an occupier’s boots
King Trump’s private army from the DHS
Guns belted to their coats
Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law
Or so their story goes
Against smoke and rubber bullets
By the dawn’s early light
Citizens stood for justice
Their voices ringing through the night
And there were bloody footprints
Where mercy should have stood
And two dead left to die on snow-filled streets
Alex Pretti and Renee Good

Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

Trump’s federal thugs beat up on
His face and his chest
Then we heard the gunshots
And Alex Pretti lay in the snow, dead
Their claim was self defense, sir
Just don’t believe your eyes
It’s our blood and bones
And these whistles and phones
Against Miller and Noem’s dirty lies

Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Crying through the bloody mist
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

Now they say they’re here to uphold the law
But they trample on our rights
If your skin is black or brown my friend
You can be questioned or deported on sight

In chants of ICE out now
Our city’s heart and soul persists
Through broken glass and bloody tears
On the streets of Minneapolis

Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

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The song as he sang it was included on my post earlier. But sometimes people want to read the lyrics too. 

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My son in Columbus OH sent me a text while he and his wife were protesting ICE on Saturday afternoon. My son in Tampa FL was a security guard for the Gasparilla Parade that day...in very cold and windy conditions for his Mustang Sallie's Krew on their float, throwing out beads. I posted some snow photos before the day was over of Black Mountain's snow.

Sunday, February 1, 2026

Brigid, bright shining red one and Imbolc

Yes, a ceramic Teapot! 

Rabbit rabbit to wish you good luck for the new month!

The Calleigh and Brigid by Sue Ellen Parkinson



Brigid is considered the patroness of poetry, smithing, medicine (midwifery,) arts and crafts, cattle and other livestock, sacred wells, and the arrival of early spring.

As of 2023, Brigit's Day was declared a national holiday in Ireland.

Imbolc, another term for this day, was to celebrate the earliest spring milk in the sheep...which in our area in North Carolina don't lamb for another month. But ancient ways cannot be ignored.

Brigid was honored as a goddess first...of smithcraft, poetry and healing. The most miraculous events in her life were retold at this time yearly. All of our first histories were oral history. Until someone started writing down the old stories. So earliest stories may differ from place to place.

The Catholic church came into Ireland later (you've heard of St. Patrick?) and there soon was this wonderful Saint Brigid. Her good works seemed very similar to the goddess Brigid. There was a physical well where healing might take place. And an eternal fire that was tended by the followers of the Saint, only women allowed. The story was that they would tend the fire for 19 days, and then on the 20th Brigid herself would keep it burning. The original well still exists, and the place where fires were tended.





Brigid Dark and Bright

In the steep and common path of our calling,

Be it easy or uneasy to our flesh,

Be it dark or bright for us to follow,

May your perfect guidance be upon us.

Brigid of the Forge, be thou a shield to us!

Brigid of the Fold, be thou our shepherd and our healer!

In each secret thought our minds may weave, Brigid of the Loom, give us sweet clarity.

In our grief or pain or sadness,

Brigid of the Well, heal us, strengthen us, stand with your mighty shoulder near to ours.

And in our joys and in our bliss, Brigid of the Hearth, Keeper of the Bread plate, Maker of Beer,

Dance with us as we waken the great round garden of the world.

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A Brigid statue at a well, Ireland.



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I also bring my deepest love to those who are suffering from political power moves that are cutting into the lives of innocent peoples. And a huge level of gratitude for those who are standing up and resisting.



Reposting a favorite painting, by Wendy Andrew


The Buddhist monks on The Walk for Peace

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This is an approximation, I think. But you get the point.


Saturday, January 31, 2026

Finally a day of snow

 If you are one of my northern or Canadian friends, I understand that this would not be an event in your lives.

But after our not-much-of-a-storm last weekend, I dutifully planned for a day or even the weekend being stuck inside in case the 4 inches forecast of snow actually happened.

As usual the expected arrival Friday afternoon changed from 3 pm to 9 pm to after midnight, and before 2 am there was actual snow on the ground. Wow!

When I awoke at 5 am, more snow out there, so I rolled over till 8-ish, happy to be warm. There would be photo opportunities out my various windows. And if it kept up all day, it was unlikely that I could go anywhere else to get more photos for my friends.



Jan 31, 26, 8:19 am bedroom window looking downhill to the next building



8:22 front door window - that's my car's tail-end on the right. and it looks like 3-4 inches in the first 8 hours on the porch railing.



 8:26 from living room window

10:15 living room window - the same light pole was used in header, which was taken  around 8:20 am.

12:32 front door window...there's a man with a leaf-blower making snow fly - he cleared garbage bins as well as cars.


12:34 pm. He disappeared for the next hour (understandably since it was about 17 degrees F out)

He was back at 2:06 and blew the snow off steps and porch and sidewalk!



But it hadn't stopped snowing, so by 3:45 snow was coating everything again...just not as deep.

The landscape crew is hired to also provide snow clearance. This is the first year (well, the first snow amounting to anything) that they've done this service with a leaf-blower. There was just the one man, and his beard had icicles hanging from it. I'm glad the apartment management paid for this service, but wish he'd had a bit of help. However, many Latino people that have worked for their crews are looking for their own safety from ICE these days. I missed seeing them at the Mexican restaurant yesterday. 

At 4:15 the snow stopped, and I could finally see as far as I-40 through the trees over the buildings down the hill. A bit of traffic went by, not much! But the far ridge is still hidden from sight with fog and clouds. More snow is quite likely. And the temperature is dropping, it was 13 F at 4:20.

Tomorrow is Imbolc, Brigid's Day


The Walk for Peace continues in the cold of Virginia today, but they've canceled their visitation this evening. I wonder when snow will hit their area (again.)






The Cloth Whisperer

 As found on Mira Gupta's Facebook page...

"The Cloth Whisperer," Jude Hill creates Spirit Cloths using a philosophy rooted in storytelling and the inherent nature of fabric.

Her journey began with domestic sewing taught by her mother and grandmother, eventually evolving into a creative practice during a long commute where she completed her first queen-sized quilt entirely by hand.

Hill describes herself as an alternative quilter and folk artist who rejects modern synthetic additives, or "gunk," that she feels interferes with the cloth’s integrity. Instead, she prioritizes recycling and repurposing old textiles, noting that aged fabric is softer and more receptive to hand stitching. Her process, which she calls "thought catching" and "what-iffing," treats each piece as a metaphorical sampler of life’s journey, blending layers and mending techniques to explore the relationship between sewing and weaving.

My favorite of her works. How many critters do you see in these?




Her work reminds me of "Slow Stitching" which  a friend is enjoying.







My  second favorite!

Sharing with Saturday’s Critters 


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Tomorrow is Imbolc, or Bridgid's Day.

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The other night I had an interesting phone call from my oldest grandson. He wanted to know if I was interested in attending his wedding on a cruise in 2027. I had to decline, thinking of two things, my health and the cost. I wished them a really happy time, since they do take cruises regularly (yearly at least) and both are working full time from their recently purchased home. It's nice to think of their future and what a different life style they have, though we are still FaceBook friends and share a bit of our lives there.

I'm not taking part in all the walk outs and vigils this week, so won't be posting about them this time. I'm so glad that people are doing what they need to do!