vol.12 / english/polskie
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March 12th 2021

  • Elínborg Harpa
  • Elinóra Guðmundsdóttir
  • Hildur Hjörvar
  • Lenya Rún Taha Karim
  • Eva Sigurðardóttir
  • Berglind Brá Jóhannsdóttir
  • Gyða Guðmundsdóttir
  • Steinunn Ólína Hafliðadóttir
  • Tinna Eik Rakelardóttir
  • Alda Lilja
  • Aldís Amah Hamilton
  • Alex Louka
  • Alexandra Dögg Steinþórsdóttir
  • Allsber
  • Alma Dóra Ríkarðsdóttir
  • Amanda Líf Fritzdóttir
  • Anna Helga Guðmundsdóttir
  • Anna Kristín Shumeeva
  • Anna Margrét Árnadóttir
  • Anna Stína Eyjólfsdóttir
  • Antirasistarnir
  • Ari Logn
  • Armando Garcia Teixeira
  • Ármann Garðar Teitsson, Derek T. Allen og Jonathan Wood
  • Ásbjörn Erlingsson
  • Ásgerður Heimisdóttir
  • Áslaug Vanessa Ólafsdóttir
  • Áslaug Ýr Hjartardóttir
  • Bergrún Adda Pálsdóttir
  • Bergrún Andradóttir
  • Birgitta Þórey Rúnarsdóttir
  • Birtingarmyndir
  • Bjargey Ólafsdóttir
  • Björgheiður Margrét Helgadóttir
  • Brynhildur Yrsa Valkyrja
  • Carmen og Neyta
  • Chanel Björk Sturludóttir
  • Daisy Wakefield
  • Derek T. Allen
  • Díana Katrín Þorsteinsdóttir
  • Díana Sjöfn Jóhannsdóttir
  • Donna Cruz
  • Elín Dögg Baldvinsdóttir
  • Elinóra Inga Sigurðardóttir
  • Elísabet Brynjarsdóttir
  • Elísabet Dröfn Kristjánsdóttir
  • Elísabet Rún
  • Embla Guðrúnar Ágústsdóttir
  • Eva Huld
  • Eva Lín Vilhjálmsdóttir
  • Eva Örk Árnadóttir Hafstein
  • Eydís Blöndal
  • Eyja Orradóttir
  • Fidas Pinto
  • Flokk till you drop
  • Freyja Haraldsdóttir
  • Glóey Þóra Eyjólfsdóttir
  • Guðný Guðmundsdóttir
  • Guðrún Svavarsdóttir
  • Gunnhildur Þórðardóttir
  • Halla Birgisdóttir
  • Halla Birgisdóttir, Viktoría Birgisdóttir og Gróa Rán Birgisdóttir
  • Harpa Rún Kristjánsdóttir
  • Heiða Dögg
  • Heiða Vigdís Sigfúsdóttir
  • Heiðdís Buzgò
  • Heiðrún Bjarnadóttir
  • Helga Lind Mar
  • Herdís Hlíf Þorvaldsdóttir
  • Hjördís Lára Hlíðberg
  • Hólmfríður María Bjarnardóttir
  • Hulda Sif Ásmundsdóttir
  • Indíana Rós
  • Inga Björk Margrétar Bjarnadóttir
  • Inga Hrönn Sigrúnardóttir
  • Ingibjörg Ruth Gulin
  • Io Alexa Sivertsen
  • Iona Sjöfn
  • Íris Ösp Sveinbjörnsdóttir
  • Isabel Alejandra Díaz
  • Ísold Halldórudóttir
  • Joav Devi
  • Johanna Van Schalkwyk
  • Jóna Kristjana Hólmgeirsdóttir
  • Jóna Þórey Pétursdóttir
  • Jonathan Wood og Nökkvi A.R. Jónsson
  • Karitas Mörtudóttir Bjarkadóttir
  • Karitas Sigvalda
  • Klara Óðinsdóttir
  • Klara Rosatti
  • Kona er nefnd
  • Kristín Hulda Gísladóttir
  • Kristrún Ásta Arnfinnsdóttir
  • Lára Kristín Sturludóttir
  • Lára Sigurðardóttir
  • Lilja Björk Jökulsdóttir
  • Linni / Pauline Kwast
  • Magnea Þuríður
  • Margeir Haraldsson
  • María Ólafsdóttir
  • Mars Proppé
  • Miriam Petra
  • Nadine Gaurino
  • Natan Jónsson
  • Nichole Leigh Mosty
  • Ólöf Rún Benediktsdóttir
  • Perla Hafþórsdóttir
  • Ragnar Freyr
  • Ragnhildur Þrastardóttir
  • Rakel Glytta Brandt
  • Rauða Regnhlífin
  • Rebekka Sif Stefánsdóttir
  • Rouley
  • Sanna Magdalena Mörtudóttir
  • Sara Höskuldsdóttir
  • Sara Mansour
  • Sarkany
  • Sema Erla Serdar
  • Sigrún Alua Ásgeirsdóttir
  • Sigrún Björnsdóttir
  • Sigrún Skaftadóttir
  • Sigurbjörg Björnsdóttir
  • Silja Björk
  • Silla Berg
  • Sjöfn Hauksdóttir
  • Sóla Þorsteinsdóttir
  • Sóley Hafsteinsdóttir
  • Sóley Tómasdóttir
  • Sólveig Daðadóttir
  • Stefanía dóttir Páls
  • Stefanía Emils
  • Steinunn Ása Sigurðardóttir
  • Steinunn Bragadóttir
  • Steinunn Radha
  • Steinunn Ýr Einarsdóttir
  • Sunna Ben
  • Sunneva Kristín Sigurðardóttir
  • Sylvía Jónsdóttir
  • Tara Margrét Vilhjálmsdóttir
  • Tayla Hassan
  • Theodóra Listalín
  • Tinna Haraldsdóttir
  • Una Hallgrímsdóttir
  • Ungar Athafnakonur / UAK
  • Unnur Gísladóttir
  • Valgerður Valur Hirst Baldurs
  • Vigdís Hafliðadóttir
  • Viktoría Birgisdóttir
  • William Divinagracia
  • Wincie Jóhannsdóttir
  • Ylfa Dögg Árnadóttir
  • Þorsteinn V. Einarsson
  • Þuríður Anna Sigurðardóttir

  • This was just another very typical day on my maternity leave. Our baby was almost six months old and everything was going according to the unknowable. I had gotten an assignment from my maternity group which was led by a nurse and a psychologist. The assignment was basically a stack of small notes, each one with an assertion on it and each parent was supposed to choose three notes, which best described what they felt was most important in a new life with a baby. Then the parents were meant to discuss why they had picked as they did. One of my notes said something like: ‘I want to keep on being myself’. That, along with two other assertions lost long ago in my memory, was what I considered the most important thing in my new life with a baby.    

    When I picked that note my thoughts went unconsciously towards my mom who at that point was on the other end of a huge ocean and I missed dearly. I thought about everything she had sacrificed for me and my siblings. 

    I was probably not older than about eight years when I started feeling ashamed of my mom when we went to the pool. My mom was one of the very few women in the mid nineties in Iceland that wore a thong. Time and time again she also used to express her love and admiration for the Hollywood hunks of that time: Daniel Day-Lewis, Kevin Costner and Mel Gibson which was an uncomfortable reminder that my mom had sexuality, too me a great disturbance. 

    Singing out loud (and doing it well) with the radio, going to work as a kindergarten teacher in high heels and fighting with the TV, my mom was never quiet, not even when we had friends around. Culture (high and low), politics and news made a difference to her and she felt that she made a difference.

    Some of the boys in the neighbourhood made fun of the way my mom dressed; it was not easy to not notice the high, colourful and striped socks together with the dr.martins boots, hats each and every one more unusual – not to mention the countless hairstyles and colors my mother has applied. The way my mother dressed was probably the most annoying to me in my pree-teen years. At the same time my mom fell in love with a woman. In one swift motion the turbulent relationship between my parents ended and another lioness moved in. I was extremely conscious, always afraid of what other people would think of her and never understood why she couldn’t just be some other beige mom.   

    Extravaganza is a fine word to describe my mom, still she is also so wonderfully normal and humble — kind of shy even.

    She was always different compared to the other moms and for a long time my dearest wish was that she would be just like them. My mom categorically refused to attend the christmas crafts at school because she thought it was dead boring, something I cried myself to sleep over. By this she taught me to stick with myself, I do not need to attend christmas craft at school to be a good mother.  

    My mom taught me that women just like her, who scrub the floors at the kindergarten at night, wear a thong or raise their kids alone are of no lesser value than men in suits, that they have exactly the same right to express themselves and their world is just as important.

    If women have children they aren’t just ‘someone’s mother’, they’re also themselves and must take note of that. 

    My mom never stopped being herself, even though she had three kids before she became thirty and others (read her own mother, my grandma) tried to shove her in a box. My mom never said: ‘just because’ or ‘that’s just the way it is’. My mom rather asked: why is it that way? Or: can we change this?

    When I was a teenager and had already marinated in a couple of editions of Vera (icelandic feminist magazine 1982-2005) and Vogue, two magazines which my mom subscribed to, and had borrowed her old copy of the feminist classic The Women’s Room by Marilyn French I started to acknowledge this independence. All the bravery and work it took to be who you are. Now that I have myself become a mother I try to follow my mom’s precedent. I sing out loud to Eros Ramazzotti slaughtering the italian language when I make dinner, I try to question all the heteronormative bullshit my kid brings back home from kindergarten and I try not to put my needs and passion at the end of the list.  

    I don’t think my mom doesn’t care about what other people think of her but I know that she thinks it’s more important that she follows her own path.  

    I will never stop thanking her for teaching me to stand by myself, even though my own kid will roll his eyes at my preferred outfit in the future.

    Taktu þátt í að halda Flóru starfandi. Með því að styrkja Flóru útgáfu eflir þú jafnrétti og fjölbreytni í íslenskum fjölmiðlum, styður við nýsköpun kvenna ásamt því að verða hluti af okkar sívaxandi samfélagi.

    ** Kíktu við á Uppskeru, listamarkaðinn okkar **

    Ordinary Extravaganza