Like many of you, I spent yesterday feeling utterly awful. And today absolutely glued to Twitter, seeing incredible, fantastic, uplifting pictures of Women's Marches around the world.* Protests not just in Washington, not just in the US, but in Melbourne, Sydney, Kolkata, Berlin, Paris, Geneva, London, Lilongwe, Nairobi, Toronto – you know what, why don't you… Continue reading Resistance is fertile
I love it when knitters get their feminism on. And I REALLY love it when Ravelry does. Thank you, Ravelry, so much. And thank you to the marchers. We're all behind you.
This is one of those articles that doesn't say anything NEW but what it says is so important to me that I have to shout about it a little bit or maybe a lot.This is what time is like for most women: fragmented, interrupted by child care and housework. Whatever leisure time they have is… Continue reading Time is a feminist issue
Last week was an exciting post week. Nope, no yarn, but two pre-ordered books, both of which tick the "feminist" and "sf" boxes that sit right at the top of my personal list of literary happy makers. So: squeee! And in case this is relevant to your interests, gentle reader, let me tell you about them.Book… Continue reading For your reading pleasure
Something that is often noted about motherhood is the loss of selfhood. It's something that is also often not understood, though. At least going by conversations I seem to keep having. "Ha, ha. Your English humour." (Meaning: you can't possibly REALLY be at all unhappy with motherhood, ever.)"But that's not losing yourself. That's just life. Nobody gets… Continue reading In which I am not myself
This prose poem is amazing and painful and beautiful and true and seems to have been there forever, but apparently it's brand new. These are the bits that tug at me, personally. Maybe some time I'll write about those tugs.My biological father was long-since crazy. Crazy scared me.***I don’t like those people who tell kids that adolescence… Continue reading Ariel Gore’s truth: Red Letter Days