Little Red Woman Hood

Here is a short fictional film written, directed and edited by our Web Assistant, Krystle DeSantos. The film uses the underlying question, "What does it mean to be a woman?" combined with the tale of Little Red Riding Hood. The true meaning goes beyond the literal message portrayed in the film. Enjoy the humor as well!

FOCUS FISTS

The Focus Team, held it's FOCUS FISTS table during campus lifetime at Stony Brook a few weeks back. Students who passed by the table were encouraged to make fists out of craft paper, writing whatever they wanted to change in society on their fist. The Focus Team had a great time and missed Krystle, who was unable to attend. Here are some pictures from the event. Enjoy! Be sure to keep an eye out for this semester's publication.

  

The Female Advocate

This was found in a digital gallery of the New York Public Library.

“We Will No Longer Be Seen and Not Heard”

By Erin Glasspoole

With Liberty and Reproductive Justice for All

By Meghan Shalvoy

I believe reproductive justice is a very important term to understand if you believe in real change for women’s rights.

The term “reproductive justice” is defined by the organizations SisterSong and Asian Communities for Reproductive Justice (ACRJ) as “the complete physical, mental, spiritual, political, economic, and social well-being of women and girls, and will be achieved when women and girls have the economic, social, and political power and resources to make healthy decisions about our bodies, sexuality and reproduction for ourselves, our families and our communities in all areas of our lives.”

For me, the term represents not only the obstacles that many women face because of their gender, but also how these obstacles are compounded for many women by their race, socio-economic status or sexuality. When women don’t have access to basic reproductive health care, it is impossible for them to have complete control over their bodies and their choices for reproduction and personal health.

“The Breaking Point”

You decoded my password...
My self.
My soul.
You stole my identity.
And for how long? Months at a time?
And I hadn’t even seen it.
I would have never believed it even if I had seen it -
But how could I know?
Why would I blame you in all of your manipulation?
How could I have ever come to realize?
...it was you all along.
Daddy’s out of the picture now, and you knew that!
He was the only one that had ever warned me about you.
He would have gotten to you.
He would have made you pay for all of my suffering...
one way or another.
He told me to get away from you,
“You broke up with him for a reason.
Don’t get back together with him.”
The only advice he’d ever given to me about a
relationship of mine which he otherwise allowed me to make my own decisions for.