Empowerment 1970’s Style

Helen Maxine Lamond Reddy (born 25 October 1941) is an Australian singer, actress and activist. In the 1970s, she enjoyed international success, especially in the United States, where she placed 15 singles in the Top 40 of the Billboard Hot 100. Six made the Top 10 and three reached No. 1, including her signature hit “I Am Woman”. She is often referred to as the “Queen of ’70s Pop”.

“I Am Woman” is a song written by Australian-American artist Helen Reddy and singer-songwriter Ray Burton and performed by Reddy. The first recording of the song appeared on Reddy’s debut album I Don’t Know How to Love Him, released in May 1971, and was heard during the closing credits for the 1972 film Stand Up and Be Counted. A new recording of the song was released as a single in May 1972 and became a number one hit later that year, eventually selling over one million copies. The song came near the apex of the counterculture era and, by celebrating ‘female empowerment’, became an enduring anthem for the women’s liberation movement.

“I Am Woman”

I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back and pretend
‘Cause I’ve heard it all before
And I’ve been down there on the floor
No one’s ever going to keep me down again

Whoa, yes, I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I gained

If I have to I can do anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman

You can bend but never break me
‘Cause it only serves to make me
More determined to achieve my final goal
And I’ll come back even stronger
Not a novice any longer
‘Cause you’ve deepened the conviction in my soul

Whoa, yes, I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I gained

If I have to I can do anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman

I am woman, watch me grow
See me standing toe-to-toe
As I spread my loving arms across the land
But I’m still an embryo
With a long, long way to go
Until I make my brother understand

Whoa, yes, I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I gained

If I have to I can face anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman

Oh, I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong
I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong
I am woman

VLT gambling control card could stop a lot of grief 2 comments

Many people are inclined to take the leap into the dark and deep abyss that is Video Lottery Terminal addiction.  Once they sit down in front of the electronic bandits they can’t pull away until the mortgage payment or rent money has been swallowed up by the little mechanized devils.  For a small percentage of the population VLT’s have become a major problem.  A drain and burden financially and psychologically.

Since the widespread introduction of the gambling machines back in the early 1990’s in Canada provincial governments have become addicted to the revenue they generate.  In Manitoba some half-hearted attempts have been made to reduce the negative impact the mesmerizing metal buckets inflict on addicts.  Reducing the number of machines in establishments was one effort.  Come to think about it, that was the only effort.  Now hard-core VLT addicts have to drive around to different lounges and bars to find an open machine.  But if that doesn’t work they can drive to one of the provincially run casinos where there are hundreds of the contraptions waiting to suck dry the last hundred dollars from a down and out addict.

But there may be an idea out there that will help control the out of control gamblers.  The good people of Norway came up with the idea after experiencing many social problems caused by VLT addiction.  It is a VLT gambling control card.  VLT’s are configured where they can’t take coins or bills, only government issued cards.  A player can only get credits of $400 to $500 on the card per month.  When the $500 is used up the player has to wait until the 1st of the next month to get back into the action.  $500 is still not pocket change, but some addicts report spending thousands of dollars a month on the hazardous machines.

But before this takes place the Libertarians will be screaming about more government regulations affecting the average Joe’s life.  If the idiot can’t control his gambling urges tough luck.  Stay out of our lives government, the strong and righteous will prevail.  After all what is next?  Spending limit cards on beer consumption.  A person will only be allowed to spend $400 dollars a month on beer.  Where does it end?  Will there be spending limit cards on potato chips and chocolate bars?  The government is trying to control every aspect of our lives. Vive laissez-faire!

But if this control card idea can stop the horrid gambling problems that certain people face let’s go ahead with it.  Governments started this VLT blitz on society, it should be the government’s responsibility to help rectify gambling addiction.

Saudi Cleric doesn’t want women to drive

A Saudi Sheikh, Salah al-Luhaydan, has said that women in  Saudi Arabia shouldn’t drive for health reasons. He says doing so could have  negative health effects on their ovaries.

 As Reuters recently reported, Saudi women activists have begun  a new campaign to try and lift the regressive ban on female drivers in the Saudi  kingdom. A petition this group posted on its website outlines the groups aims,  that being, “If the state refuses to lift this ban on women, we call on it to  offer citizens its justifications for the ban. The state is not a father or a  mother and the citizens are not children.”
 Al Arabiya in turn today had a report which tells us that Sheikh Salah al-Luhaydan  has given some bizarre medical explanation for why Saudi women shouldn’t drive.

He claims that driving “could have a  reverse physiological impact. Physiological science and functional medicine  studied this side [and discovered] that it automatically affects ovaries and  rolls up the pelvis. This why we find for women who continuously drive cars  their children are born with clinical disorders of varying degrees.”

Surely this cleric won’t allow women to do what’s in the picture below.  That could really bugger them up.
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He went on to say that women should  accordingly put “the mind before the heart and emotion and look at this issue  with a realistic eye. The result of this is bad and they should wait and  consider the negativity.”

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Russian anti-alcohol posters from the late Soviet era

1972-1988

Soviet anti-alcohol posters

In Soviet Russia, alcohol consumes YOU!

by Alex Q. Arbuckle

c. 1986

“Little by little, and you end up with a hooligan. Tolerance of drinking is dangerous. There is but a step from drinking to crime.”

From the 1960s through the 1980s, artists throughout the Soviet Union designed propaganda posters to warn the public of the dangers of excessive alcohol consumption.

With striking, colorful graphics and stark metaphors, the posters cast alcoholism as a snake choking the life from vivacious young men, a bottle as a prison, and more.

Drinkers grow slothful and lazy, abandon their families, endanger their coworkers, or become murderous brutes.

1988

“Underpass — to the ‘next world.'”

IMAGE: S. SMIRNOV/ALCOHOL BY FUEL PUBLISHING

1985

“We will overcome!” (Text on snake: “Alcoholism.”)

IMAGE: E. BOR/ALCOHOL BY FUEL PUBLISHING

1972

“Not among trees or grasses, the serpent has warmed up among us. Don’t suck on him, mammals, or you’ll turn into a reptile yourself.”

1977

“Don’t drink your life away.”

IMAGE: I.M. MAISTROVSKY/ALCOHOL BY FUEL PUBLISHING

1987

“His inner world.”

IMAGE: P.D. YEGOROV/ALCOHOL BY FUEL PUBLISHING

1980

“This is a shameful union — a slacker + vodka!”

IMAGE: V.O. PUSHENKO/ALCOHOL BY FUEL PUBLISHING

The daredevils feeding a dangerous Russian craze

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A number of young Russians are making names for themselves by posting videos of life-threatening stunts online. What drives these extreme selfie daredevils?

He’s got a camera strapped to his head and he teeters on the edge of the roof in a nine-storey apartment block in Siberia.

“Are you filming?” he asks, as a friend hands him a flaming torch. Orange flames engulf his legs and suddenly he jumps, somersaulting in the air like a stricken warplane before landing with a thud into a deep pile of snow.

Remarkably, he’s unhurt – if a little winded. Police tell a gaggle of onlookers to stop filming, but within hours, footage of this potentially deadly jump goes viral – various videos of the stunt filmed from different angles were watched millions of times on YouTube.

Many people were incredulous, even angry. “Is this the stupidest stunt ever?” screamed one headline.

The young man’s appetite for risk is unusual but not unique. In fact a growing number of deaths and injuries, suffered by Russians who among other things have fallen from buildings and moving trains whilst taking pictures, have prompted the Russian Interior Ministry to launch a “safe selfie” campaign.

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The Russian Ministry’s safe selfie campaign urges people to, for instance, avoid train tracks and roofs, and be cautious around staircases, wild animals and guns

Despite the deadly peril, some of the risk takers are attracted by fame and the possibility of becoming social media stars. In many places in Russia, tall buildings are accessible and fines for trespassing are low, if they exist at all. And one enthusiastic participant says extreme stunts can alleviate the boredom and pent up energy of many Russian men.

But what really drives some of the most notable Russian selfie daredevils?

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The man jumping off of that Siberian apartment block, 23-year-old Alexander Chernikov, lives on the outskirts of Barnaul – 4,000km east of Moscow.

Even though it’s -18C and thick ice cakes the pavements, he’s dressed in a shiny burgundy bomber jacket, jeans and cowboy boots. The place where he made his infamous jump is a dreary, Soviet-era building with rusty balconies covered in satellite dishes.

“Up there you feel that you’re standing on the line between life and death – your life is hanging by a thread – that if something goes wrong you may die,” he says.

Alexander claims he is not afraid of death. “What’s the point of being scared? It’s inescapable. It comes to us all,” he says.

But would he go to such lengths if there were no cameras? “Probably not,” he admits. “I would find a different way to get on in life.”

Alexander sometimes gets temporary work as a labourer on building sites – there are also local jobs in factories or unloading cargo trains. But he dreams of a career as a stunt man or even a film star. He’s desperate to get out of the sleepy village where he still lives with his parents.

Soon after Alexander’s notorious jump, which has been viewed more than 10 million times online, he was invited onto a TV show in Moscow where a film director promised him a screen test. But on the show, he and his family were treated like country bumpkins.

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The daughter of a trapeze artist from Moscow’s best known circus, Angela has more than 400,000 followers on her Instagram account. Travel firms, fashion brands and camera companies sponsor her dangerous adventures in Russia and beyond.

Like Alexander Chernikov, the 24-year-old art student was invited onto a TV show to talk about her stunts. But unlike him, she was applauded and received a bouquet of pink roses from the presenter.

In one of her most extreme videos, Angela and her boyfriend climb what is said to be the world’s tallest crane in Tianjin, China.

She also climbs high buildings to perform eye-popping feats like a yoga backbend on a narrow ledge, or a ballerina’s arabesque on a turret. Sometimes she is pictured smiling casually under a selfie-stick with the ground hundreds of metres below her.

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Angela says her grandmother was so upset when she first saw her photos, that she pretended they were Photoshopped.

For her, the presence of the camera is a key part of what she calls her art – although few artistic pursuits are as clearly dangerous.

“Sometimes I just climb up a building without a camera just to see a colourful sunrise or sunset,” she says. “But if you are asking why I film myself, imagine an artist painting all alone in his studio – painting, painting, painting for five years until he is practically drowning in his own work. And he thinks who am I doing this for – is there any point in my work? We need an audience – that is just part of the human condition.”

BBC and YouTube.