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Bonne année, mes ami(e)s! I hope you welcomed 2013 in with a bang! The New Year is a time to look back and look ahead, to make plans for the future and to reflect on the past. But as this particular New Year begins to unfold, I would like to turn my attention to the present. All too often we set our gaze on what’s to come and linger on what’s gone without taking the time to fully engage in what is here and now, what we have the most control over. So, in my first post of 2013, I call upon you to join me in being present, in investing yourself in where you are, who you’re with, what you’re doing, and most importantly, who you are at the moment.

That’s my Resolution, not just for 2013, but for life: To be present. To engage in the world as it comes to me, as it is, right here, right now.

So without further ado, here’s what I’m up to on this first Saturday of 2013:

Listening to: 

The husky voice of the lovely Lana Del Rey. I know I’m a little behind on this one, but if you’re like me and you haven’t taken the time to listen to her music, the time has come. Give her a listen, you won’t regret it. 

Drooling over: 

This classic Southwest soup from Bake Your Day. It is perfect for a chilly Parisian weekend. And look at those colors! I always say the best meals look like a painter’s palette on the plate. This soup fits the bill.

Rooting for: 

The passionate, determined, brave women of India. In the aftermath of the brutal rape of a 23-year-old woman, thousands of Indian women took to the streets, demanding justice and change. The protests have spread throughout Asia, and even to Canada.

Thinking about: 

Investing a lot more time, energy and creativity into Untethered as a Cloud. To do so, I need to get a better idea of who you are and what you’re into! 

 Your help is invaluable. And I might even give you a surprise later… 

Français favori: 

And the French word of the week is…vagabonder, meaning “to wander.” Although this word is normally applied to thoughts, I prefer it over the word “errer,” which is applied to people who wander, so I’ll be vagabonding through Paris, French and life as much as I want, thank you. Vagabonder has been especially fitting the past week and a half or so. My best friend has been visiting for winter break, and we have spent a lot of our time wandering through Amsterdam (a post to come on that soon!) and Paris, taking in the sights, sounds and smells as we discover them. I find that it is when I’m wandering aimlessly that I am the most open to adventure. It is when I wander that I am truly present.

Sneak preview! 

Untethered in Amsterdam! Stay tuned!

What are your resolutions for 2013? 

Smiles and all the best,


PS— Don’t forget to take the survey! I will give you endless appreciation in return!



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Mon Corps, Mon Choix: Slut Walk Paris 2012

Paris was dreary and grey yesterday, and pedestrians walked the streets with their heads hung low beneath umbrellas and hoodies, hurrying to escape the rain. But unlike the rest of the city, Paris’s sixth arrondissement was alive. Here, feminists gathered to protest sexism, rape and victim-blaming as part of the international movement, Slut Walk. Slut Walk started in Toronto in 2011 after a police officer claimed, “Women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimized.” His statement caused thousands to take to the streets, and Slut Walk quickly spread to cities across North America and Europe.

I joined the marchers of Slut Walk Paris 2012 on their trek across the city, which ended at Place du Panthéon. The men and women brandished signs painted with anti-rape-culture slogans like, “mon corps, mon choix,” my body, my choice, and “le viol est un programme politique,” rape is a political program. At the front of the march, a woman with a megaphone led the protesters in their chants. “Le sexisme est une maladie sociale,” they yelled in unison. Sexism is a social disease.

The march concluded at Place du Panthéon, where France’s national moto, liberté, égalité, fraterité, loomed overhead. In the background, the Eiffel Tower stood like a sentinel guarding this historic, traditional city, where classic gender roles maintain a significant, yet waning, presence.

Attending Slut Walk in Paris was an opportunity I could not miss, although I’m still not sure how I feel about the movement as a whole. I invite you to read critiques of Slut Walk here and here. I support the movement’s message– there is never a justification for rape and sexual violence– but I’m still not sure I support the means as the most powerful, effective way to combat rape-culture and victim-blaming. Even so, the energy and determination of these protesters was contagious, and I found myself breaking my journalist’s rules and chanting and marching along, side by side in solidarity with fellow feminists.

Le sexisme est une maladie sociale. 



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