Hello! I’m Madison Chandler and I am a contributor this year to the Women’s Center’s blog. This is my first-year writing for an organization, so I’m very excited to have a public forum to talk about interesting topics. I’m hoping to cover topics ranging from sorority life, health, and anything that pops up throughout the semester. This is my senior year, so I’ll be graduating in the spring semester!
I feel like college has lasted a lifetime. I started studying at Florida State University. FSU was the only school for me, I felt so lucky and excited to be a Seminole. After two years I decided that it actually wasn’t for me at all and my family was moving from Memphis, Tennessee, which was eight hours away from my university, all the way to a small town 90 miles north of Seattle, Washington. I am very close to my family, so being completely across the country from them was going to be impossible. I found the University of Idaho and fell in love with the smaller campus vibe and genuinely good people.
Hey there, Katrina here! I am so excited to not only be writing for the Women’s Center, but to also have many conversations with you all! There are various social issues I care about and having this opportunity to detail my thoughts and hear what you have to say should be a lot of fun. To give some more background on myself, I am a 24-year-old senior with a severe case of attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). I do not let my ADHD hold me back and instead I embrace my diagnosis as a gift and perhaps a super power. Before I was diagnosed at the age of 21, I had no idea how to manage my behaviors and impulsivity.
Oh, hello! My name is Bailey Brockett, and I will be one of the contributing writers for the Women’s Center Blog this semester. I would like to introduce myself a bit more in depth to all of you. Bailey Jean Brockett is my full name, and it is frequently compared to the famous Michael Jackson song, Billie Jean. Other nicknames include Bee, and Jailey Bean – a play on “jelly bean.” I am a second-year English student in my undergrad here at the University of Idaho. I would eventually like to teach English at the secondary level. Some of the most inspiring people in my life have been my English teachers, and I genuinely hope I can carry on that legacy.
Outside of school, when that rarely happens, I fulfill my burning desires for all sorts of odd hobbies and activities. On the more normal end of the spectrum, I write for my personal blog, which I have had for a year now, and for others. I’ve had a piece published in Vandalism, the university’s undergraduate journal that is produced by Sigma Tau Delta. I’m attempting to rekindle the passionate flame I once had for reading, but it is proving difficult as my attention span has decreased immensely since middle school. I try to create art when I’m feeling inspired, but this is a rare occurrence and I often just binge Bob’s Burgers.
The first time I went on stage by myself to perform, I had written a piece about my older sister being sexually assaulted. It was F-Word Live! in my sophomore year. I had finally found the spark I needed to ignite my passion for writing and activism.
I am a senior English major with an emphasis in creative writing for poetry. This year, I work on campus at the Information Desk, and last year, I worked with the Center for Volunteerism and Social Action as an Alternative Service Break Coordinator. My sophomore year I also work-studied for the Women’s Center, where I got to deepen my feminist ideals and meet other like-minded individuals that are hard to come by in a small rural town in Idaho. Through my four years at the University of Idaho I have harnessed my passion for writing poetry and become confident in my worldview and sharing it with others. Continue reading “I Go By Addie”→
Hello there! I’m Amy Alfredson, the editor of the Women’s Center Blog. It is my pleasure to introduce myself to you in the hopes you understand a bit more about me when reading some of the articles here. I am a first year M.A. English student here at the University of Idaho. I received my B.A. in English at the University of Oregon in Eugene and came into my current personal and political ideologies there. As a developing literary critic, I like to look for queering or ambivalence of gender and sexuality in literature, specifically in novels from the 18thand 19thcenturies. I find there is no better motivation for studying and researching than being able to claim and prove a character is highly progressive in an older text.
Slightly outside of the realm of class and studies, I participate in the U of I marching band. This is my first year marching with this band, but I have marched trumpet for the last six years in high school and at my last university. I am absolutely in love with the music we play, especially the fact that we play both Nintendo and Foo Fighters in the same field show. I’m also a beginning member of the fencing club on campus. It has been my dream for so long to learn how to fence, and it is nice to see a large presence of women in a sport that was originally created for duels between men.
This statement and others like it have been directed towards me throughout my adult life. I have been called a tool of the patriarchy, an extremist, and yes, someone who hates minorities. Having said that, this post isn’t about me being a victim to hateful comments or discrimination. In fact, it is the opposite.
I am not a victim. I am not oppressed by white supremacy or the patriarchy. My failures or hardships are not the result of nationwide systematic racism. The rise of identity politics seeks to make me a victim, one that can never be saved because of who I am.
Identity politics is defined as “politics in which groups of people having a particular racial, religious, ethnic, social, or cultural identity tend to promote their own specific interests or concerns without regard to the interests or concerns of any larger political group.”
At first glance identity politics doesn’t seem bad, nonetheless people tend to forget the last part of the definition. Claiming to be a part of a specific group does not automatically grant anyone special authority outside of that group. We are all given equal inalienable rights; we should all be seen as human and given fair treatment. If one comes from a different or even problematic culture, they are to be treated with respect.
I’m not saying that fair treatment is always given or that discrimination doesn’t exist. Boxing ourselves into an infinite number of identities and checking our “privilege” does nothing but make us hyper aware of our differences. Continue reading “Identity Politics”→
A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about traveling. Traveling is something that opens our eyes to new ideas and ways of life. Last summer, I took a trip to Iceland. I saw lots of wonderful sights and met some marvelous people, but one person helped me pursue an academic dream I had: presenting at a university in England. I am so fortunate that I met Dr. Carrie Crisp. Dr. Crisp is a professor of ethics in Texas. She introduced me to the Oxford Symposium on Religious Studies and encouraged me to apply. I submitted my abstract and received the acceptance email the first day of this semester. I was ecstatic and thrilled to share my work with religious scholars from around the world. The Oxford Symposium on Religious Studies occurred during UI’s Dead Week.