Love Is A Verb. Superlove Is A Movement

Below is an excerpt from today's post at Feministing, about the V-Day Event of The Decade in NOLA. I took this away with me to tuck away here for future thought.

I hope you check out Feministing, if you have not done so already. My twenty year old daughter, Supergirl I and I both read this blog. In fact, she turned me on to it. Shared reading of the blog gives us fodder for discussion. After frequent requests from SPI that I stop burying my head in the sand and get back to form on issues of importance, I can now say at least that I am trying.

I have tremendous respect for you, SPI, although your sharp mind works way too fast for your aging mother to keep up with! And thanks, darlin', for your constant vigilance on behalf of justice and freedom.


Then came Eve. After a few moments of pumping us up with rah rah vagina VAGINA, she got down to the overall mission of Superlove. She began by reminding us that in our daily interactions we often fail to listen to the full stories of individuals. We avoid this to bypass the yucky feelings of guilt and responsibility that arise when we come in contact with injustices. “We need to take a deep breath this weekend and listen to everyone’s stories,” she pleaded. She encouraged us to see each panel, performance, dance, and song as an offering that we could take or leave. To resist the urge to pick apart something we did not, or could not, relate to and just let Superlove be.

Click here to the video Until The Violence Stops. It's well worth the view. I cried.

"It's the time to believe in yourself."