Category Archives: Women

First International Day of the Girl

Important reasons for Mars settlement stem from the cultural change millions of people living on another planet will catalyze here on Earth – simply by the fact of their thriving as a robust vibrant civilization on Mars. Settlements will need to educate every person to their fullest potential. Anticipation of such a society through depictions in film, concept art, mission plans, business proposals, fiction writing, etc., reenforces progressive cultural change now, here on Earth.

Role Model to Superheroes: Rabia Basri (Rābiʻa al-ʻAdawiyya al-Qaysiyya رابعة العدوية القيسية ) Original Sufi Celebrant of ‘Divine Love’

of what
I would want my child to know
my poems attempt.
We are infants before each other, are we not,
so vulnerable to each other’s words and 
A school I sat in cured me of hurting others.
I have come to see that all are seated at God’s table, 
and I have become God’s
Sometimes God is too shy to speak in public
and so God
pinches me.
is my cue —
to fill in the blanks of your
the best I 
(Rabia lived from 717 to 801 in Basra, Iraq)
Since no one really knows anything about God,
those who think they do are just
She is without a doubt the most popular and influential of female Islamic saints and a central figure in the Sufi tradition.  Having been born nearly 500 years before Rumi, she, more than any other poet, influenced his writings.  Reading Rabia is like reading Rumi or Hafez – in the original.

Role Model to Superheroes: Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me. 

Collective Intelligence: Number of Women in Group Linked to Effectiveness…

“We set out to test the hypothesis that groups, like individuals, have a consistent ability to perform across different kinds of tasks.  We found that there is a group collective intelligence which predicts a group’s performance in many situations.

In groups where one person dominated, the group was less intelligent than those where the conversational turns were more evenly distributed.” Teams containing more women demonstrated greater social sensitivity and in turn greater collective intelligence compared to teams containing fewer women.

“Imagine if you could give a one-hour test to a top management team or a product development team that would allow you to predict how flexibly that group of people would respond to a wide range of problems. That would be an interesting application. We also think it’s possible to improve the intelligence of a group by changing the members, teaching them better ways of interacting, or giving them better electronic collaboration tools.”

“Having a bunch of smart people in a group doesn’t necessarily make the group smart. The whole adds up to something other than the sum of its parts.”

Gendercide: The War on Baby Girls

The Economist headlined as their cover story an article titled “Gendercide: The War on Baby Girls,” the most important take-away being: cultural appreciation for the value of girls rather than economic development prevents gendercide:
“It affects rich and poor; educated and illiterate; Hindu, Muslim, Confucian and Christian alike. Wealth does not stop it. Taiwan and Singapore have open, rich economies. Within China and India the areas with the worst sex ratios are the richest, best-educated ones.”
“In the 1990s South Korea had a sex ratio almost as skewed as China’s. Now, it is heading towards normality. It has achieved this not deliberately, but because the culture changed. Female education, anti-discrimination suits and equal-rights rulings made son preference seem old-fashioned and unnecessary.” [I’m not a Christian fundamentalist psycho — and hardly understand what Christianity even means — but it is worth noting South Korea is now more “Christian” than Europe and most parts of the United States; this may be a factor.]
“And all countries need to raise the value of girls. They should encourage female education; abolish laws and customs that prevent daughters inheriting property; make examples of hospitals and clinics with impossible sex ratios; get women engaged in public life—using everything from television newsreaders to women traffic police. Mao Zedong said “women hold up half the sky.” The world needs to do more to prevent a gendercide that will have the sky crashing down.”

Role Model to Superheroes: Meerabai (Rajasthani: मीराबाई, Meera; Mira; Meera Bai)

Meerabai (Rajasthani: मीराबाई) (c.1498-c.1547AD) (Meera; Mira; Meera Bai) was a Hindu mystical singer and one of the most significant figures of the Sant tradition of the Vaishnava bhakti movement. Some 12-1300 prayerful songs or bhajans attributed to her are popular throughout India.
Meera’s devotion to Krishna led her to ecstatic dance in the streets of the city. Her brother-in-law, the new ruler of Chittorgarh, objected to Meera’s fame, her mixing with commoners, and supposed impropriety. There were several attempts to poison her.
She considered herself to be a reborn gopi, Lalita, mad with love for Krishna. Folklore informs us of a particular incident where she expressed her desire to engage in a discussion about spiritual matters with Rupa Goswami, a disciple of Chaitanya and one of the foremost saint of Vrindavan that time who, being a renunciate celibate, refused to meet a woman. Meera replied that the only true man (purusha) in this universe is lord Krishna. She continued her pilgrimage, “dancing from one village to another village, almost covering the whole north of India”. One story has her appearing in the company of Kabir in Kashi, once again causing affront to social mores. She spent her last years as a pilgrim in Dwarka, Gujarat.
The plums tasted
sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-
but what manners! To chew into each!
She was ungainly, low-caste, ill mannered and dirty,
but the god took the fruit she’d been sucking.
Why? She knew how to love.
She might not distinquish
splendor from filth
but she’d tasted the nectar of passion.
Might not know any Veda,
but a chariot swept her away-
now she frolics in heaven, esctatically bound
to her god.
The Lord of Fallen Fools, says Mira,
will save anyone who can practice rapture like that-
I myself in a previous birth
was a cowherding girl
at Gokul.

We do not get a human life Just for the asking. 
Birth in a human body Is the reward for good deeds 
In former births. Life waxes and wanes imperceptibly, 
It does not stay long. The leaf that has once fallen 
Does not return to the branch. 
Behold the Ocean of Transmigration. 
With its swift, irresistible tide. 
O Lal Giridhara, O pilot of my soul, 
Swiftly conduct my barque to the further shore. 
Mira is the slave of Lal Giridhara. 
She says: Life lasts but a few days only.
Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else. 
On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband. 
Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own. 
I’ve forsaken both God, and the family’s honor: 
what should I do? I’ve sat near the holy ones,
and I’ve lost shame before the people. 
I’ve torn my scarf into shreds; I’m all wrapped up in a blanket. 
I took off my finery of pearls and coral, 
and strung a garland of wildwood flowers. 
With my tears, I watered the creeper of love that I planted; 
Now the creeper has grown spread all over, 
and borne the fruit of bliss. The churner of the milk churned with great love. 
When I took out the butter, no need to drink any buttermilk. 
I came for the sake of love-devotion; seeing the world, I wept. 
Mira is the maidservant of the Mountain-Holder: 
Now with love He takes me across to the further shore.

The Case for Ellification of the Universe, ASAP PDQ PLZ : ) ♬♫♪♫

First, the most obvious argument for Ellie: she exists as a proven character created by artists still working together at the most successful animation studio in the frickin’ universe, Pixar. She would be hard to screw up. Second: Ellie radiates virtues and passions difficult for any of us to evoke whatever our gender, age, or calling; she can show humanity worldwide how to make everyday life fun, meaningful, and authentic — while being entertaining and adorable.

This is especially important when independent, expressive, ambitious young girls, women, and the men who adore them (and who are made stronger by them) are under attack so explicitly on cultural — not economic — fronts, worldwide. As bizarre as it may be, we share a world with fathers who pay physicians to cut the clitori off their daughters — at a rate of over 2 million girls every year; amazingly, we are also sharing our God-forsaken planet with parents who kill — solely because their children are girls — nearly 100 million Ellies before they are born every year. Neither of these direct assaults against female humans are due to economic reasons. How is this possible? These attacks are motivated by ideas which can be changed for free — at no cost — even while temporarily psychotic minds undergoing change pay to be altered and entertained.

Then there are the glass ceilings of our open-air global madhouse: the incompetent uneducated men throughout the world who are somehow dependent upon women to calculate, translate and basically transact everyday business for the companies these men supposedly manage.

Dowries, arranged marriages, veils, chadors, mandatory headscarfs, required overcoats, full body swimsuits, hajibs, niqabs and God knows what else to hide and sequester feminine beauty — round off this cultural attack on all humanity. We do not need to make societies wealthier to change these ideas. We can change expectations by teaching lifestyles embodied in entertaining, fun, endearing characters everyone wants to watch everywhere.

Pixar could run with this opportunity as quickly and as far as Ellie’s spirit will take them — with little risk, with the virtual assurance of profitable accolades, and, with the satisfaction of having woven deeply into our global social fabric the most important female spirit thus far recognized. She does not need to be a freckled red-headed cartoon, either; Ellie’s spirit could be embodied in an animated caterpillar, carrot, or gigantic monster — who can imagine what: with a vibrant sense of self-respect, a fun uninhibited exuberant drive for self-expression, and an uncompromising straightforward sense of oneself as a unique female person.

The following are comments by National Public Radio’s Linda Holmes about Ellie from an article titled “Dear Pixar, From All The Girls With Band-Aids On Their Knees“:

“Please make a movie about a girl who is not a princess […] Of the ten movies you’ve released so far, ten of them have central characters who are boys or men, or who are anthropomorphized animals or robots or bugs who are voiced by and imagined as boys or men. […] And Up…oh, Up has Ellie, who I could have watched forever. Seen only in flashbacks to the main story, Ellie is warm and hilarious, ambitious and fearless, and then gone for most of the movie. She provides the engine for the story, in many ways, but it’s an old man and a little boy who actually get to hit the gas.”

If you would like to watch the entire segment of Ellie’s spirit embodied as an adorable young girl — the most profound Pixar character yet created — check out:

Congratulations to Peter Docter, Bob Peterson, Ronnie del Carmen and the entire Pixar story crew for boarding such a precious positive role model.

O Ellie, Ellie! Wherefore art thou!!!!!!!!!!

(As an interesting side note on the transmission and life of ideas independent from any one one particular mind, the motivation for this post arose after Emma Coats (a story artist at Pixar) asked through Twitter “where have all the folk heroines gone?” with a link to this article: Google Cache (backed-up on Titlesequences here). A moment in the life of this idea can be seen by clicking on the ‘Favorites’ link of my profile: Changing the world is a team sport; righteous fury is a gift from God. Enjoy!)

Eric Machmer: Mongolian Pietà (Animatic Close-up)

Easily the most overlooked woman in history: Ögelün, founder of the Mongol Empire, mother of Genghis Kahn. (This is a work-in-progress from an animatic pitched for Sergei Bodrov’s Mongol II; the full motion sequence will be posted here soon with an explanation of this scene.)

Ögelün’s influence became law from Vietnam to Vienna; to survive in the constant violence of what was effectively a multi-continent open-air jail, this remarkable female human being founded the largest empire ever known:

Ögelün’s shamefully anemic, spiritless Wikipedia entry desperately needs the attention of a respectful Wikipedian with free time:
(Yes there are forgotten female poets, scientists, philosophers and so on, but no one has had as lasting, long-reaching impact — and has been as intentionally neglected — as wise beautiful Ögelün. If you ever wonder what a woman means when she speaks of a person having a strong mind — study Ögelün.)
The following are passages describing her early years as written in The Secret History of the Mongols (a remarkable book originally commissioned by Genghis Kahn nearly a thousand years ago — and only translated to English within recent decades): 
~ Section 74 ~
The Taichigud kinsmen left the widowed Ögelün-üjin, with her small sons on the site of migration and moved away.
Lady Ögelün was born
an intelligent woman
she arranged her hair in braids
and wore them round her head.
And tucked up her gown skirt
running up and down
along the Onan River
picking hurtle-berries and bird cherries
nourishing her smalls sons with them.
Day and night.
The gloriously born Ögelün the Mother,
dug roots of burnet and of silver weed
with the tapered stick of spruce
to feed on them
with her intelligent sons.
The sons of Ögelün the mother
supported with the food
seasoned by the bulbs of red lily
attained to man’s estate.
The sons of prudent Ögelün provided with the food
seasoned by sorrels and senescent alliums
grew up to ascend the throne.
~ Section 75 ~
The lanky, over grown sons
nourished with the food
seasoned by linear and senescent alliums
from the beautiful Ögelün
arrived at the age of gentle minister.
They grew into fine gallants.
They said to each other
“Let us look after our mother
by angling for all and sundry fishes
when they were sitting down
on the bank of the Onan River
to repair hooks.
They blended needles into hooks
and caught salmon and grayling.
They made seines and gorges
and caught finger lingoes”
Then, with grateful heart
they fed their mother.
The Secret History of the Mongols, translated from Mongolian into English by N. Dorjgotov and Z. Erendo; edited by D. Tumurtogoo, National University of Mongolia (2007).

EllieAndFriendsClub YouTube Channel ♫ ♪ ♫ ♩ ♪

What a pure pleasure…spent down time this week listening to hundreds of uplifting songs about inspiring women to create the Intergalactic Ellie Fan Club channel!  : )  Whoowhooo! (Not official Pixar — Ellie on film charms everyone; her Intergalactic Fan Club frankly doesn’t pull any punches. When it comes to female foeticide, burkas, genital mutilation, and all male anything — brace yourself — Ellification of the universe is a forgone conclusion.
(Bless you precious muses!! Art is Powerful. Hope this little μούσα-who-could finds you inspired and smiling! Special thanks to Emma Coats, Pete Docter, Bob Peterson, Ronnie del Carmen, and the entiré Pixar story crew for bringing this beautiful archetype to us!)

…………………………………………….Sports are for Idiots…………………………………………….

“This is a young lady not watching a football game, not watching a basketball game — she is watching exploration live from thousands of miles away and it’s just dawning on her what she’s seen — when you get a jaw drop you can inform. You can put so much information into that mind it’s in full recept mode — this I hope will be a future engineer or a future scientist in the battle for Truth.” Quoted from this fascinating YouTube video on new technologies for deep-sea exploration (17:20):
Amen! Why do so many people spend their lives watching grown men with balls play together in stadiums subsidized by taxpayers? Why do we teach our children this waste of humanity is acceptable, much less worth accolades? (Let’s not even start discussing the single worst economic decision Americans make, repeatedly, throughout their lives — their choice in automobiles: pickup trucks, sports cars, and SUVs. New too, of course. How much education, travel, and peace-of-mind has been exchanged for vehicles, debt, and enterslavement?)
Ok this blog is often over-the-top rhetorically…sports are important for exercise and development of leadership, teamwork, and cooperation  2¢