welcomeA blog by Vanessa Query aka Vee the Monsoon, with ruminations on topics ranging from my adventures as a dilettante/ gadabout/ starving artist to insipid missives about things and people I love to socio-political/ theoretical observations on art, entertainment, and culture. Plus some pretty pictures.
This blog is no longer. Check out my food blog, They Call Me Oystergirl, launched in September 2012.
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At long last, my paper from last year about raunch culture, drag, burlesque, parody, Butler, Foucault, Munoz, etc. My intention was to rewrite it integrating some new ideas, but it got back-burnered and never happened. 20 months later, I am making it public for the first time. Continue reading
An in-law’s grandparents came to a family gathering. “You know about that pet-food poisoning? I bet the terrorists are behind it,” the woman said.
My grandmother was thoughtful. “You know, I never thought of that.” She turned to me. “What do you think?”
“What terrorists?” I asked, innocently.
“Oh here we go,” my grandfather said.
“No, I’m serious,” I said. “There are lots of terrorists and terrorist groups with lots of motives; I was just wondering who you were referring to.”
“The A-rabs,” my grandfather said, with a silent “clearly.”
“Oh, the towelheads,” I said trying to appear earnest.
No one even looked at me funny for saying that.
Later, the same woman referred to someone as a “colored man.”
My uncle asked, “What color was he?”
She kind of smirked. “Black.”
By the way, the man’s race had, as you probably have guessed, absolutely nothing to do with the story.
Women who shave, when confronted with my hairiness, sometimes feel the need to justify their choice to shave by explaining that their body hair is much darker than mine. This implies two things: Continue reading
“A bracing curative for the afflictions of our times”
Circus Contraption opened with a bang—a spectacle-bang. The translucent curtain covering the band was yanked away dramatically, dragged across the floor by unseen hands/tools, and a massive billowing of smoke was released. Simultaneously, the decorated band plunged into the first musical number, a beautifully dissonant arrangement. The ringmaster began his seduction… Continue reading
Two articles I found today irked my feminist sensibilities, which I don’t think are terribly unreasonable.
Fashion Aims Young
by Ruth La Ferla
“Today designers and retailers are training their sights on even younger consumers, girls roughly 4 to 9, diminutive in stature but with great big eyes for style. Continue reading