Thursday, October 11, 2012

Things I Should Have Let Go Of Ten Years Ago

Or rather:
Things I Love 
That Most 17-year-olds Love 
For Which I Should Feel Ashamed,
But I Don't.

Zac Efron

Glee

Making Birthday Cards with Crayola Markers for Friends

Celebrating My Birthday with Reckless Abandon and Complete Narcissistic Focus

Insisting on a Birthday Week (see above) 

Looking at Pictures of People on Facebook

Putting Stickers on My Planner

Using a Planner

Having a Favorite Type of Pen and Bypassing Seven Other Pens in My Purse Until I Fish Said Pen Out of My Bag

Eating Sour Candy and Making That Scrunched Up Face When I Eat It

Pondering What I Want to Be When I Grow Up, and Never Feeling Satisfied With What I Am Now.



and you?

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

To Two Great Men

Today, I celebrate the birthdays of two great men in my life.

Today is two days after my dad's 57th birthday, and two days before my Uncle Mark's 50th birthday.

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 Growing up, my dad was the life of the party.  The jokester.  My ice cream eating, Dumbo-watching buddy.
For his 39th birthday, my momma threw my dad a 70s themed birthday party. Bell bottoms, baby!

I always loved when people compared me to him- that I had his long, lean legs, or his insatiable sweet tooth.

So cheers, to you, poppsy-diddles, and if I could have been there, I would have given you a giant one of these:
At my wedding, 2010. Photo courtesy B. Scott Photography.

I've always been incredibly close to my Uncle Mark.  He is my godfather, but he's always provided more than guidance; he and I just "get" each other.  When I was younger, I would bugger the crap out of him, but he always had a hug for me whenever I needed it.  As I've gotten older, we've gained the ability to talk about anything, anywhere.  He's been my sanity on more than one occasion of family gatherings, and has given me great advice, even when I didn't want to hear it.
Both of us, circa 1995.
I wish I could be there to ring in the illustrious 50, dear Mark!  I can't wait for our major celebration of 3-birthdays-in-1 next year!  

Here's a virtual hug I wish I could give you in person.
My wedding in 2010. Photo from B. Scott Photography
I just love October and birthdays and birthdays in October!

understanding my intake and output

When I jumped on the "get fit" bandwagon, I decided I would be really, really serious about it.

Like, super serious.

So I spent an hour perusing all the possible BMR and BMI and Daily Value calculators that exist.  I did that thing where you enter all the possible variations of yourself to see how it changes. You know?! Like, ok, here's me NOW.  Ok, here's me THREE YEARS AGO. Ok, here's me where I want to be in a year. Ok, here's me if I got REALLY chubby.

Am I the only one who does that?!

My first favorite site was Runner's World's BMR calculator.  After entering my {real} info, this is what I got for my Basal Metabolic Rate (BMR: calories I expend if I do NOTHING except sit and let my organs and body function normally. No eating, no moving, nothing.)

 
I like the breakdown of what daily caloric needs are, and how they change based on the type of lifestyle I lead.  It made me realize why it was possible for me to eat like crap when I was 18 but still be thin - when I was playing soccer and running cross country nearly every single day but Sunday, I was pushing my body HARD. Not to mention how much faster my resting metabolic rate was at 18! Le sigh. Those were the golden days.

When committing to getting fit this time around, I also was interested in learning about the amount of vital nutrients my body needed, and being more aware of giving those to my body. I used the USDA's calculator (designed for medical professionals but who's looking?) to see what kind of levels of carbs, fats, and proteins I should be getting each day.  (I was also able to find the levels of vitamins and macronutrients too!)
 
By far, my favorite online tool was one that Topher sent over with the email subject line "because I know you love this stuff."  It is WebMD's BMI calculator plus (!), which also finds your waist ratio, your BMR, your targeted heart rate, and helps you develop a strategic plan for accomplishing your goals, whatever they may be. Plus, it has colorful graphs, which, in my seriousness, I love!


But, all of this was just the precursor to the best thing that's happened this week in terms of serious eating well business.

I took my twitter friends up on their suggestion and joined MyFitnessPal.

Friends, it's fantastic.  Even better than the online tool I used for WeightWatchers a while back.  Even better than DailyBurn that I used a while back.  Even better than LoseIt, which I checked out.

It's the best.

MyFitnessPal takes all of the information that I spent hours culling and organizes it for me.  At any time, I can use their BMI or BMR calculator.  I can check to see if I'm getting the right amount of calories for my fitness goals, AND the right amount of carbs, fat and protein.  And the site's recommendations for these nutrients is exactly in line with what the USDA recommended: 250g of fat, 68 grams of protein, and 60 grams of fat.

It's truly wonderful.  

Almost as wonderful as the three pounds I've dropped as of this week, after FOUR WEEKS OF NO CHANGE but buttloads of exercise that didn't seem to make a difference.  When I finally saw those three pounds gone - all at once it seemed too! - I gained the much needed energy boost to barrel headfirst into this week's workout schedule.  And it's feeling good!

Thank you to friends who suggested a variety of fitness tracking tools!

Do you keep track of your carb/protein/fat intake?

Monday, October 8, 2012

on voluntourism

“I think that there’s a lot of well meaning behind what’s considered voluntourism, where people go and they want to experience the culture of another place where they’re not from and also to gain a greater understanding of what issues face those areas...but [their volunteering] is in a way that doesn’t really help to resolve the issues. It’s more of a one-way interaction where they may gain more knowledge on an issue, maybe there’s a donation involved to a local charity...but it doesn’t do anything to address any of the root causes of the issues...It may make the person feel good about themselves…but it doesn’t make the community feel good about themselves, because they’re being objectified and only being seen as having problems.” Source

One of the most interesting aspects of our life in Cambodia are the daily interactions with our community and town.  Now that we have lived here for a year, it's easy to begin to get a big head with all of the "Hello, teacher!" and "Hello, Kate!" shouts that come at me when I bike to school, or the market, or home again.  Especially in our neighborhood, everyone knows us.  We very rarely get any crazy stares, and if we do, it's easily ended with a quick hello and then inevitably someone nearby explains in Khmer that we are teachers living here as volunteers.

Sometimes though, when we venture down the main road, it's hard not to get a bit rankled at all of the eyes staring and trying to determine if we are the teachers that are living in the town for two years that they have heard about/seen before or one of the many random foreigners that stops by for a week to volunteer at an orphanage that caters to the SE Asian travelers looking to "give back" or "do something different" with their time.

In the beginning, every time we got off the bus when returning from Phnom Penh, we would have to explain again that we did not want a tuk tuk to take us to the orphanage, and we would not pay five dollars because, dang it, we live here and we know it should cost seventy five cents!  Now, the drivers know us and will tell us where we live to get us to ride with them, but sometimes they'll cram one of the unwitting foreigners into the tuk tuk with us, charging them who knows how much to take them to the orphanage after dropping us at our home.

It can get very frustrating explaining again and again that I didn't come to work at the orphanage, that I do speak Khmer, and that yes, I agree that they dress inappropriately while visiting us in our town here in Cambodia.

These foreigners who come to stay are partaking in what has been deemed "voluntourism."  It gained popularity in the nineties and has taken off as a niche in travel for the people who believe that they can accomplish a great deal of things in a very short time.

As a whole, I'm not a big fan of voluntourism.  I spent some time doing some research to back up what felt like misgivings and bad feelings about the people who spend a day or week in our town, and much of what I read backs up my original thoughts. 

Though there are responsible organizations that plan trips to other countries for travelers looking to do something different that simply hotel-hop, and take the time to create a plan that has the community's vested interest and support, as well as train the volunteers who will spend a few weeks or months living in this new country, these organizations are few and far between. 

Most companies and organizations seek out short term visitors to help a community build something, or fix something, or learn something, without doing the legwork of ground-up development that considers community impact and investment or sustainability of the work being done by the voluntourists. 

I don't think taking one's time to volunteer while traveling is inherently a bad thing; I applaud people who wish do so.  What I don't applaud are the means by which people "volunteer" nor the consideration of what is actually being done in the very short time they are in a community, and what happens after they leave.

(What's crazy too is that much of the literature and studies that show how and why voluntourism is harmful cite Cambodia, and especially Cambodia's orphanages!) 

Source

A most lucrative source, published just last month, sums up my feelings in many ways better than me.  One of the women cited in the article, herself someone who works to bring people to communities who need skilled workers, agrees with me that voluntourism "seems to be based on a simplistic understanding of what the problems of international development are."

Every single day in my community, I see issues that need addressing, problems that need solutions, changes that need to occur.  One year in, I finally feel that I have the greater perspective of which of these issues, problems and changes are actually necessary, and not based on my own cultural bias, and which are feasible, meaning things that I believe my community also believes needs to change and wants to put in the effort to do so, alongside myself.

This is possible because I will remain in my community for another year, and the Peace Corps offers the chance for an extension of my service if I have a worthy, unfinished job or project.  Now that I have scraped a little beyond the surface of my new home and country, I am equipped to tackle the longer term challenges that face the men and women I meet, and provide the skills and training I was brought here for to assist them in pursuing the jobs and projects and changes they deem necessary and that fit my abilities.

Voluntourism is too often the opposite of this approach.  Many people, young and old, arrive in a location (very often, an orphanage, especially in Cambodia) and are given the choice of how they want to "help" the community or children or whatever population has been decided needs serving.  From what I can tell, very little thought is often given to recruiting the correct voluntourists for specific jobs.  People with no prior training helping build homes or bridges or beds; fix stoves or bikes or irrigation routes. 

Often, voluntourists "teach" when they volunteer for the short period.  For the short time they visit the volunteering location, they share their knowledge of (usually) the English language, often without knowledge of what has been taught before or the target language of the group.

One of my biggest worries about voluntourism comes from the impact of short-term volunteering, like teaching, with children.  As the article I cited above points out, "another pitfall of voluntourism is that often it can have the opposite of its intended effect, and actually harm communities in developing countries."  Usually, "there was no needs assessment done. It’s just the photo op: I’m going to hold a baby for one week and feel like I’m volunteering."

Which begs the question: what about that baby or those children?  What if they build an attachment to the voluntourist, who leaves and may never return?  The article points out that there can be "a sense of abandonment."  I'm already lamenting saying goodbye to the youth that I've worked with just this past year, and I'm so grateful I've been able to build meaningful relationships based on my knowing the local language such that I can clearly explain my role in the community, and what I hope will happen after I leave next year.

Daily, however, what can prove most irritating are the moments when I bike past some visiting foreigner riding in the tuk tuk that the orphanage owns, wearing clothing that is nothing short of scandalous in Khmer society where baring your knees and shoulders is nearly nonexistent.  Every single time, I see at least one person wearing shorts that barely cover their behind, or a loose fitting tank top that exposes their bra and their breasts.  It's even worse when, often, the clothing items are very dirty.

Khmer people pride themselves on their clean, put together look.  I have never been with one of my co-teachers, even on a relaxing visit, when they are not wearing either a collared shirt, or a pressed tee shirt tucked in to their slacks.  Women never go without a bra, and strive to never let it be seen in public.  

When I see the way visiting voluntourists dress, I am frustrated and angered by the lack of respect for my community or lack of awareness that they even need to build an understanding of what cultural respect looks like.  It not only affects the way that others in my community view me and my work - I am often asked if I saw my "friend" at the Telamart the other day, or my "friend" who was riding their bike without a shirt last week, and I have to explain that I am not friends with all foreigners, and that I too think they are very impolite and disrespectful of the country they are visiting - but it affects the general image and understanding of the West and other cultures.
“Sometimes people undertake these activities who aren’t very sensitive to local culture or local customs. They could even behave in a way that might appear shocking to local communities...It could be around gender roles, it could be through sexual activity, it could be around drinking or using illicit drugs, [or] it could be in the way they dress. So sometimes [overseas projects] might—rather than build bridges between communities—make communities more suspicious of foreigners than they would have otherwise been.” Source

My frustration with lack of respect extends beyond dress.  I found a blog of a visitor to my actual village, to the orphanage I've mentioned, and I was struck by the attitude the voluntourist displayed toward my community and the events they were witness to.  I don't want to link to the blog specifically, but there are some statements that the blogger made that help me ascertain that voluntourism does not allow for a real understanding of a culture of community to build, and could damage relationships that longer term, more sustainably-approached volunteers have worked to create.

This tourist, volunteering at the orphanage, mentioned that there are always "loads of kids around the orphanage to entertain" but when they got bored on a Saturday night, they "sent off" one of the organization's workers to "get hold of a couple of bottles of rice wine for us to kick off the evening" for them to play "drinking games" before heading off to a "local concert...happening at the football field up the road" (side note: that football field is one and same that I wrote about for our opening ceremony, on my school's campus.) The voluntourist spent some time listening to "some pretty awful local crooners up on stage" until it became "pretty grating", when they proceeded to "hit the local karaoke joint."

Though the voluntourist does not mention it, it's worth noting that karaoke bars are often fronts for brothels, and if not, young women are employed at the bars to spend time with the customers (which can often lead to more.)

Finally, the tourist mentioned that a wedding was happening, which they were hoping to "sneakily crash" but proved difficult to do with "armed police guards on the door."

I don't believe this person was mal-intentioned or meant any harm to my community by coming here to volunteer at the orphanage, get drunk on rice wine and attempt to crash a wedding.  But I can't help but imagine the impact it had on the people who were "sent off" to get the rice wine or the wedding attendees who may or may not have seen foreigners hovering outside the door, attempting to take pictures like they were visiting a tourist trap.

I honestly believe volunteering's one's time and talents is one of the most rewarding things to be done in this life.  However, doing so without the full picture of the people whom one is "helping", without the full understanding and respect of a culture that one is "helping" within, or without asking the questions about one's qualifications or impact for "helping" is wrong.

Why do we need to make giving back easy?  If it was easy to help others, would there even be a need? Simple solutions are not really solutions at all- they are quick fixes, often designed to make the people offering those solutions feel good, rather than actually solve the problem of the people or community being served.

There is a lot more information out there, much of it about the harmful effects of voluntourism at orphanages in Cambodia, and there are many more reasons why a person should stop and consider the impact of voluntourism beyond the ones that rankle me daily here in my new community (such as taking the jobs of local workers, and the impact on the emotional development of children left behind by voluntourists.) Read here, here, or here or watch this short video here, filmed in Phnom Penh.

What are your thoughts on voluntourism?

Thursday, October 4, 2012

when school "begins"

It's Thursday, mid-day, as I write this post and school officially began in our town on Monday.  I know this to be a fact because Chris and I both attended the official school opening ceremony, which took place on the football field of my school's campus.  It was attended by a Chairman of the Ministry of Education, Youth, and Sports, and officially viewed by hundreds of children under tents, on a rain soaked swatch of ground.  It was also seen by a couple dozen adults in various roles via a stage overlooking said tents, including yours truly and Topher, officially invited to sit on the stage, in the very front seats, ten minutes prior to the ceremony's beginning.

(As a side note, Chris does not want to forgive me for jokingly gesturing him over to say hi to me at the exact moment that my school sub-director ushered me on stage.  He was happily hanging out with the teachers at his school as I navigated the muddy field to greet my returning trainees and chit chat with my two sub-directors before I waved him over. In my defense, I was unaware that I was being led to the seats of prominence, and it proved to be a positive move, as the Chairman did thank the Peace Corps Volunteers in our town (i.e. myself and Chris) for our work educating the youth during his speech.  So, we were luckily there to politely sampeah him in return after his thanks. You're welcome, Chris.)

Of course, I neglected to bring my camera on Monday, which proved tragic as I realized this was our first and last official school opening ceremony we'd attend, and I now have no images but those in my head to remember it by.

And it is worth remembering.

The morning was dreary to begin with, seeing as it's rainy season, and the students and teachers spent the first hour, from 7 am to 8 am, moving through the soggy field to find the set of chairs marked for their class and school.  When all was settled, a master of ceremonies began by welcoming everyone to the new school year, and then reading off a variety of local people and businesses who donated varying amounts of money to Chris' high school or the education ministry in our town.  It was riveting!

The ceremony continued as the sky opened up, and a group of five beautiful Apsara dancers were welcomed to an open spot right in front of the stage.  As they began their alluringly symmetrical and traditional moves, the rain became increasingly stronger, until it was essentially raining buckets on top of these gorgeous women.  It was terribly comical, and they had to maintain their straight, close lipped smiles, even as the rain pelted them from above.  Every audience member felt for the dancers, as it's uncommon to ride your moto in the middle of a rainstorm, let alone dance.  After another ten minutes, their dance completed, they rushed off, respectfully but fast, forgetting to accept the small gift from the Chairman.  It was a beautiful dance, and despite the rain, they were flawless and captured my attention wholly.

Chris' school director's speech was next, and he had been trapped under one of the tents with students.  Instead of walking through the pouring rain to the podium on the stage, he gave his speech right there.  A few more speeches, and it was time for the key note address from the Chairman.  From what I could gather, he offered a series of strategies to the students and schools to encourage a year of successful learning.  He implored the students to study at home, ask their teachers questions, and ask their parents to help them be successful.  He reminded the teachers and school staff to provide a good environment for learning, and work with the families and community to offer a successful year for the students.

Hilarious and sad, scores of students headed home throughout strategic points during the ceremony, and half of them kept up a conversation throughout the ceremony, creating a regular buzz of noise from the muddy tents the duration of the time.  

After a beautiful, long and traditional song from a twelfth grade student, and a speech from another twelfth grader (both girls, what what!), the ceremony ended two hours after it began.  We were paraded off stage by the town's student band (who are also the members of the boy scouts/young communist scouts), and I headed home to peel off my sticky sampot and collared shirt.

Bolstered by the excitement of the morning, I was excited for what I thought would be an afternoon of meetings, a gathering of schedules from the English trainers, and a solidification of my working hours for the next few weeks.  Instead, I confusingly thought a meeting was scheduled for Tuesday, only to get there and receive a text from one of my co-teachers that we would begin next week, with a meeting on Monday.  Turns out my sub-director was counting off the days until Monday not to tell me that's when we'd begin teaching students, but rather that's when our first meeting with the teachers would be.  I've decided to pick up my Khmer studying a bit more, as I clearly missed a key word when I asked him the time of our meeting.

So I have spent this week creating small to-do lists to keep myself busy, which mainly means doing a lot of laundry, sweeping our floors a lot, swinging by the library I work out to hang with the few kids who turn up, and having detailed conversations with my host nieces and nephew.  I have had a lot of time to run though - I even ran a whole 17 minutes yesterday, and am going on a 2 miler with Chris tomorrow!  And I've spent a couple too many hours writing random Khmer words on the small whiteboard in our house and finding the best way to make the easiest caramel sauce using sweetened condensed milk (or, milk, as it's known here in Cambodia.)

Which also mainly means I have to go because I have a lot of very important things to do before school "begins" again on Monday. Cheers!

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

official volunteers for one whole year

Today, Topher and I celebrated the one year anniversary of our becoming Peace Corps Volunteers in Cambodia.


We bought a four dollar of champagne in Phnom Penh a month or so back, and when we didn't drink it, I carted it back and decided to save it for something special.

What is more special that commemorating the day that we took an oath and the week that met our amazing host family?


We had a box of pumpkin bread mix that an amazing person had sent us, and this seemed like the perfect excuse to bust that out to go alongside our champagne. Though Chris maintained that his piece of bread would be fine with just some butter melted on top, the caramel sauce that I quickly made undid him- and we both devoured more bread with caramel than we'd like to admit!

Chris and I spent the evening having a great discussion about what we'd like to accomplish our next year here, as well as some thoughts on our future once our tenure as Volunteers ends. It's surreal how fast time has gone by and shocking to think that we only have a year left. For all the frustrations that can hit us daily, there are so many tangible benefits to living and working in Cambodia. I'm not yet ready to end this adventure yet, and I'm happily making plans and project goals for the second half!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

being a woman, in cambodia

It's an incredibly large topic to attempt to capture, but I'm going to try anyway, and I'm going to begin it with a statement that will likely not surprise you:

It can be incredibly difficult to be a woman in Cambodia. 

In fact, I'd say that I feel very fortunate to be a foreign woman living in Cambodia for a relatively short period of time.  In a year, I get to return to America, where gender equity is a constant topic in the professional and my personal world, and I have zero concerns about societal pressure to conform to one specific gender image and role.

Simply, the same cannot be said for the majority of Cambodian women.  I hesitate to making sweeping generalizations, but after over a year of living here and witnessing firsthand (as well as often being subjected to generalizations being made about me due to me being a female) the daily life of women, young and old, in Cambodia, I do have some observations I'd like to share.  This is increasingly relevant given the documentary Half the Sky that just aired on PBS, as I saw via Twitter this morning.

For what it's worth, I am attempting to offer these insights without comment- excepting for the major one I made above about it being difficult to be a woman in Cambodia and realizing my genuine luck in being able to leave and live outside these gender norms whenever I please, as I have my own home where my husband happily cooks for us both each night and does not confine either of us to a specific gender role.  Typically, I tend to relate my experience in Cambodia to the contrast of life in America.  This time, I'm simply attempting to summarize and share what I've seen the last fourteen months.

There are defined gender roles in Cambodia.  Though there are exceptions, which I'll mention, the vast majority of women and men follow these roles.  The roles are very reminiscent of America, circa 1850.

Women are the homemakers.  They are responsible for upkeep and maintenance of the home.  They cook lunch and dinner for their husbands, and all three meals for their children.  Mainly, they are meant to get married and reproduce.  They often do work in addition to their duties at home, and many run a small store at the front of their house or in the market.  Some work in offices, but this is less typical in rural areas.

Many women run shops in markets or in their own homes.
Men work outside the home. Their main role is to make money to support their family.  They typically eat breakfast with friends outside the home, and return home to eat the lunch and dinner their wife or mother has prepared.  They live at home and are taken care of by their sister and/or mother until they save enough money to afford a wedding, and therefore, a wife. 

A woman in Cambodia is meant to be soft, feminine, polite and unassuming.  Women should be soft, like silk, an old Khmer proverb says.  They also, once sullied, cannot be cleaned- once silk is dirtied, it is ruined forever and never the same.  (In contrast, men are like diamonds or gold and are easily cleaned.)  Women should attempt to keep themselves pure, then, like silk, for as long as possible.  This translates to dressing rather demurely, covering shoulders and knees at all times; speaking softly and rarely expressing an opinion that could cause divergence; and only pursuing a relationship with a male when it is guaranteed to end in marriage.

As I mentioned above, women in Cambodia work mainly in the home or in a shop. Many also work in rice fields or other agriculture.  More importantly, though, is that there are several jobs that appear to be off limits to women here.  In all of Phnom Penh, from as far as I can tell, there is one female tuk tuk driver.  One.  There have got to be thousands of tuk tuks in the city, and the number of females in this profession is most certainly in the single digits.  Similarly, women do not drive taxis or buses or vans and do not work in transportation at all, except to sell the tickets to the bus.  Nearly all ministry officials are men, and it is very rare to find a female school director, health center director or even doctor for that matter.

Considering the higher level jobs that many women aren't a part of, leads us to consider education.  There are many varying statistics out there (feel free to google "female literacy/education in Cambodia"), but essentially, women are between 10-20% behind men in literacy rates, and are more likely to drop out of school (numbers point to the fact that men often outnumber women 2:1 in 11th and 12th grade in many high schools.)  Many young women drop out to assist their families in taking care of siblings, maintaining the house, or to enter into their own marriage and home.  Others drop out due to finances- inability to afford the necessary items to attend school, including books, uniforms, etc.  (This is also true of young men that leave school early.)  Boys outnumber girls in private classes, which leads one to consider the value placed on female vs. male education.

Most especially, this increasingly long post would be remiss without mentioning the prevalence of human trafficking and especially selling of women throughout Cambodia.  This is a topic for an even longer discussion, so I don't wish to go too in depth into this here.   However, it is a tragic and considerable problem for the young women and girls of Cambodia; prevalent, painful and perpetuated by a number of laws that are rampantly unenforced.

Finally, I have to mention the growing influence of Western culture, especially in larger towns like Phnom Penh, Siem Reap and Battambang.  In many of these places, women are able to flex outside the typical gender roles and move into other professions, wear different clothing, and pursue higher education before marriage.

Young girls and boys in the market.
Each day, Chris and I attempt to live as a married couple exhibiting different gender roles and beliefs to our new family and friends in Cambodia.  We attempt to offer our own experiences, culture, and ways of tackling daily jobs without judgement of how the same things are shared and experienced for women and men in America.  It does get a bit tiring having to explain that yes, my husband cooks our food, and yes, we share the duty of doing laundry, and yes, my husband is happy to accomplish tasks that Khmer culture typically deems "female."  Usually through humor, we share how in America, men and women can choose to do whatever they like and are often not held to strict roles or defining societal positions. 

Though trying to offer these observations without judgement, I do have to share that a good deal of my work here has been centered around finding ways to empower the young women in my community, help them identify their strengths, talents, and future options (especially beyond marriage), and I do believe that adhering to very strict gender roles has a devastating and restricting impact on the development of Cambodia.  I do believe that the influence of other cultures is helping to illustrate the positive power of an empowered female population and assisting young women growing up all over the country to think a bit bigger, pursue a bit more education than was likely twenty, ten, or even five years ago.

And that's the clipped version of the story of women as seen through my eyes the last year. 

What are your thoughts on women in Cambodia specifically, or gender roles more generally?