Anna Paavilainen’s monologue Play Rape is not just about theatre, it’s about me. And it’s about the rape culture we’re all part of. About being forced to choose between fuckability and invisibility.
The doors to the auditorium of the main stage of the Finnish National Theatre are shut one by one, in a consistent order, simultaneously on both sides of the audience. Darkness, so absolute that I cannot see outside of myself, I’m forced to look inwards only. Still dark.
I lived most of my early life thinking that gingerbread is something that cannot be made from scratch at home, and the store-bought mystery dough was all I’d seen of the process. Why had I been kept in the dark about something so simple yet so profound?
Thinking so profoundly about Halloween made me ponder another kind of fear. Not the jolly kind mentioned above, but the kind that lurks behind our backs whatever the season, that prevents us from doing all sorts of things...
Chili-Chocolate Raw Cake
An easy recipe for a delicious raw chocolate cake! What's not to like?