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Friday, July 29, 2016

Wednesday, July 27, 2016


We can all achieve the level of success we desire - it just takes practice. Check out the NEW POST on tips for training your mind to succeed!

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Including the LGBTQ Community 
in the Human Rights Vision

(A Response to Andrea Smith’s Beyond the Politics of Inclusion: Violence Against Women of Color and Human Rights)
by Gregory Caso

The inalienable rights that we as Americans have now are a consequence of years of oppression and genocide that this country was founded upon, Andrea Smith argues in her essay, Beyond the Politics of Inclusion: Violence Against Women of Color and Human Right . Human rights efforts and concerns, especially those regarded as international, are not privileges, but are necessities. There should be no difference between racial justice and gender justice. Why should there be one without the other? That just promotes a continuance of violence. These two issues should coexist; gender violence, racial violence, and sexual violence are all issues that exist in our culture, and we cannot solve one without solving the other, nor should we allow any of them to continue, control, or dominate our society, but we should eradicate all these issues in their entirety.

During the 1800s, there were varying levels of rights. White men had the most freedom and rights since they were white and male. Next came white women because, while they were female, they were white, and that Anglo-Saxon status was enough to guarantee them proper treatment. Lastly, African American males, while subject to slavery, were indeed males, so they were in a slightly higher position (it can be argued) than African American women, who were lowest on this totem pole of rights. They were African American and female, thus making them inferior in two standards. Therefore, Smith is right that women of color are at the center of gender violence, going back hundreds of years, and that mere acknowledgment is not enough; participation and centrality is needed in order to properly address this issue.

Andrea Smith states that the U.S. is built on oppression and genocide, and that violent acts were supposedly done for the greater good. We forced Native Americans to remove themselves from their land, we condoned slavery, and we placed Japanese in internment camps for this greater good. Today, the term alien not only includes those of a different race, but also includes the LGBTQ community because they are not a part of what is considered to be the normal, average American.

Human rights should be a commonplace notion, not something that has to be debated about or considered; we should all know what constitutes basic human rights, and equality in every way, shape, and form is one of them. Anti-violence movements are in place to help women and people of color, as well as other groups such as those part of the LGBTQ community, but it is sad that these movements even exist, because human rights should be a standard.

Friday, July 22, 2016


Tired of Feeling Bad at Work? Identify the Problem and Finally Put An End to It NOW!

Thursday, July 21, 2016


For this extra credit assignment in Women’s Studies 101, students were asked to read Marge Piercy’s poem My Heroines and write a poem in tribute to a person they admire, keeping in mind that Piercy intentionally writes her tribute to  ordinary women often overlooked for their contributions.—Prof. McNair

My Heroes
by Maddison Levine (2016) 
I began to write a thank you to the heroines in my life who show that women
can do the unimaginable:  They can conquer, they can win, and they can just be,
but what about the men we owe a thank you to? There are men who get angry and use violence to calm themselves down. There are men who continuously exert their social dominance over women in a society where that is no longer the norm. There are men who believe that women’s only role is within the household and nothing beyond.
But there are other men:
There are men who applaud women in the public sphere.
There are men who love their wives unconditionally and would do anything to see them happy and succeed.
There are men who wouldn’t even think twice before laying a finger on their wives.
I worry that too often we criticize and condemn men, simplifying their gender under one umbrella.
But that is not the case.
It’s the man who kisses his wife as she leaves for work,
The man who hires a woman to be his next partner at one of the biggest law firms in NY,
The man who cares.
It those men who are my hero’s, and those men we need to thank.
So thank you for caring,
Thank you for allowing us to be the people we are.
Thank you for being different.

Heroines and Heroes

by Olivia Bologna

To the men and women across seas,

in the countries being seized

it's these heroes whom we count on.

The ones in uniform

and the ones who train with effort

to protect the country they love.

To the families they barely see,

and the families who have lost loved ones,

for they are the heroes too.

The families do not get recognition for their strength

and their ability to support their fighting loved one.

Many of us forget war is always occurring,

and men and women are always protecting.

Only on the days reserved to mourn and remember,

do we think of all they have done.

So to those heroes who protect us every day,

and their families who move along with their lives,

without their loved one.

God bless the fighters and families.

Remember who is always protecting this country,

and the people around you.

Friday, July 15, 2016


Are you free to attend the Yona New York launch party on Wednesday, July 27th from 5:30 PM – 8:30 PM at Hey Gorgeous NY?
Have the opportunity to:
- Meet designer Yona Love
- Photo ops
- Free giveaways
- Wine & cheese
- Shop the collection
We will also host an open casting call for non pro models for an upcoming shoot. All ages, all heights welcome.
Please RSVP to (Please include Yona New York in the subject line)


Here's a post for all those who suffer from networking-phobia!


Check out the NEW post with Fashion To Figure CEO Michael Kaplan!

Wednesday, July 13, 2016



WST 101 
105, AND 110 


Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Monday, July 11, 2016


After a discussion about how beauty norms serve to maintain women's subordinate status, I ask my WST 101 students to challenge the unrealistic standard of beauty by writing homages to an uncelebrated aspect of their bodies. Lucille Clifton's Homage to My Hips is the springboard text. The following are some of the best responses. --Prof. McNair

Homage to my Eyes by Kristin Sitzman

Looking at a depressing world, trying to keep a smile,
Eyes are known as the windows to your soul
These eyes certainly play this role 
Eyes that don't fit into the perfectly skinny face 
But certainly can remind you of a beautiful place
An ocean that holds the most wonderful hues
Of Turquoise, Green mixed with Blue 
My eyes can entrance...
But can also help the sad girl at the party want to get up and dance!

Homage to my Curly Hair by Laura Suarez

Something about the way you move,
unruly and confident with nothing to prove.
The way you make me feel is indescribable,
consuming me completely, can this be possible?

There was a time you caused me pain
despite it all, my love wont wane.
By my side through thick and thin,
I’ll always know where we’ve been.
We’ve come a long way since the start,
that’s how I know we’ll never part.
Twists and turns, ups and downs,
resting on my shoulder or down my gown.
Luscious and rich, intoxicating scent,
could you really have been heaven sent?

Must be fate or even destiny,
that you were given to me and envied by many.
A simple girl that’s been through hell
you’re truly something that makes her heart swell.
Although she’s short and not so thin,
you’re something she loves from deep within.
Free of judgements and always carefree,
you’re something she can count on that will always be;
Something to enjoy and always aspire,
around to lift her spirits and set her soul on fire.

Homage to My Legs by Lindsay Kirk

Long and leggy
Six foot me
I embrace the height God has given thee.

Childhood legs at Disneyland
Got me on Space Mountain at the age of ten.

Shopping and passing someone who can’t reach
In come my legs “excuse me, can you please?”
Those legs of mine don’t need a ladder,
Stool or chair to reach and gather.

Legs as long as the eye can see
Help me achieve my sports degree!
Volleyball is the sport for me
My legs help me jump, block, spike and be free
To play at Cortland was a dream
My long legs sure made that a shoe in for me.

Always standing out above the rest
These legs of mine haven’t failed me yet!

Homage to my Fingers by Asia Tabbasam

I love my long and thin fingers.
I use my fingers to write
I make Henna tattoo on them

I love my long and thin fingers
My fingers wish to touch the stars
My Fingers with to touch the crescent moon

I love my long and thin fingers
My fingers hold my grandmothers hand and walk her around.
My fingers switch on the light in my life

I love my long and thin fingers
My fingers always wanted to touch my boyfriend fingers
My fingers feel good when they touch his fingers

I love my long and thin fingers
My fingers have skilled to do lots of task
I didn’t know they were piano players

I love my long and thin fingers
I move them millions times a day
They never get tired and they never complained.

I love my long and thin fingers
Thanks for being there when I need you
I won’t be able to do anything without you
I love my long and thin fingers.

Homage to My Breasts by Maddison Levine

They may not be able to speak,
but they say a lot.
I walk down the street with my eyes closed,
but I can still feel the stares.
Such a small part of me,
Yet it makes up so much of who I am.
I can never be sure if he likes me,
Or if he likes what’s below my face.
I used to hate them,
wish they were smaller or even non-existent.
Now, they are part of me.
They are close to my heart for a reason.
They are a part of who I am,
not what I’m ashamed of.
I’m ashamed of the people who care so much about them.
So what?
Let me them talk.
I know that I’m worth more than the flab of skin that hangs from my chest.
I take pride in giving my breasts an homage.

Homage to My Hips by Dianne Eaton

Vivid memories of my reflection in the mirror
Of the changes in my body that were taking place.
Not knowing the power these newly round, full hips would possess
Curiosity on my face.
A woman was awaking at this time.
Little did I know of the mountains she would climb.
Those hips became my strength, my center my core.
Those hips played childhood games like tag and kickball, 
they danced to music and yet they did so much more.
My hips have lured lovers and my life's partner
My best friend.
My hips have held my children
From their love my life's pain would mend.
My strong yet feminine hips are a very central and important part of me.
Their power a thing that once young girl could not foresee.

Homage to My Kinky Hair by Casandra Chandler

Homage to my kinky hair
I was so young and ashamed
So kinky and strong
It was different from the other kids
I didn’t understand why
Afro puffs, cornrows, braids
No perms or relaxers
Early Sunday morning’s hot comb
Running through my kinky hair
I started to look like the other kids
Bone straight hair
Jet black and Silky
Now I embrace my beautiful kinky hair
So natural and full of life

Homage to My Voice by Shantia Beku

A voice that is used to express 
A voice that society standards try to silence 
A voice that can change a person’s day 
A voice that can be used in a positive light 
A simple hello that can change a person’s mood 
I use this voice to speak for others that are unable to 
I use this voice to spark minds 
I use this voice to speak only truth 
I use this voice to bring awareness 
I use this voice God has given me 
My Voice…

Homage to my Career Path by Amanda Bowrosen

The puzzled faces of the men in the room  
The constant questions and surprise 
Sometimes I would like to just be the photographer
But I’m always “the woman”
My appearance isn't for your pleasure
My mind isn't for your entertainment 
My work ethic isn't because of my gender
Sometimes I would like to just be the photographer
But I’m always the sexual object.
My gender has nothing to do with success 
My looks have nothing to do with with qualifications
Don’t judge my intelligence because lack of representation
Sometimes I would like to just be the photographer
But I'm always "unqualified". 
I’m proud to be myself
To choose a path not chosen for me
To be a tattooed, short haired, woman photographer 
To challenge the patriarchy 
Sometimes I question being the photographer
But being the photographer is an achievement,
that I’m glad offends you.

Homage to My Body Hair by Emily Marquette

Blessed be my hair!
Since pubescence hit
Hair on my head, every color of the rainbow!
I'll never go back! I used you get told I'd never get a job
Never get a boyfriend
Screw you, pink hair dye forever! I am a work of art.
Hell yeah body hair!
Secret hairs! Big toe hairs! Little belly hairs! Sweaty pit hairs!
"Aren't you supposed to shave there?"
I say, "Mind your own hair!"