Have you ever enjoyed a delicious burger on a sunlit terrace overlooking the riverbank in the south of France and thought to yourself, Wow! That was so problematic and terrible! I should write about it…? No? Well, I have, and that’s how this blog was born.
To clarify, the burger wasn’t problematic. The man who told me the burger was too big and fattening for a beautiful girl like me to be eating was problematic.
My name is Tamara. But American friends call me Tammy because they can’t pronounce Tamara properly.
I am a 20-year-old Russian-American feminist loosely based in Washington, D.C.
who enjoys traveling, discovering new cultures, trying exotic meals, and doing ashtanga yoga on the beach… yes yes, I am yet another travel blogger on your feed, with one caveat. I am on a mission to expose the patriarchy. A wandering feminist with a purpose. I do enjoy most things on that list, except the yoga (I’m terrible at sports) and the exotic food (I’m a picky eater with GERD). But what I enjoy most of all is talking about politics and calling out sexist bullshit. I invite you to join me on that quest as I travel near and far to show the world–and myself–that women can in fact overcome any obstacle, even a paralyzing fear of flying, mild social anxiety, and toxic masculinity.
Don’t believe me? Here’s what my girl libertarian icon Hannah Arendt had to say about travel:
Loving life is easy when you are abroad. Where no one knows you and you hold your life in your hands all alone, you are more master of yourself than at any other time.
Here’s feminist icon Virginia Woolf and her take on this topic:
As a woman I have no country. As a woman I want no country. As a woman, my country is the whole world.
And here’s my super brief origin story, for those of you who have gotten this far:
My family decided to immigrate to the U.S. from Kazan, Russia when I was 12, thrusting me into a life of loooong Transatlantic flights, jet lag, and cross-cultural misunderstandings. (My all-time favorite confused-American question: “How is Russia in the UN if it’s communist?” 1991 called and it wants you to read a history textbook.) It’s been a hell of a ride. For the past six months, I’ve been living in France, first as a study-abroad student in Bordeaux and now as a newsroom intern in Saint-Omer. I study international history at Georgetown University, and my secret hopes and dreams include becoming a Europe-based journalist, writing a dramatic semi-autobiographical novel, and launching my own digital news platform. With this blog (and my self-guided initiative of learning to code this summer), I am taking a tiiiiny step in that direction.
I really hope you will stick around to witness my international struggles, ponder my many Opinions™, and fight the patriarchy with me.
And remember, whatever you do, don’t let the bastards grind you down.