Phew. I had gone what, like, 6 whole weeks without reading an article in The Atlantic written to make a woman feel bad about being unmarried/single? It seemed like forever. Glad that hellishness is over; my self esteem was reaching DANGEROUS levels of stability.
Minimal Posters - Six Women Who Changed Science. And The World.
i would reblog this a million times if i could.
These would make great mini posters for my classroom.
Filed Under: Acceptable decorations for a female child’s nursery. Or a boy’s, so they can learn to R-E-S-P-E-C-T early.
‘Here in America, the girls, they give up their mouth, their ass, their tits,’ the Argentinean said to me, punctuating each with the appropriate hand motion, ‘before they even know the guy. It’s like, ‘Hello.’ ‘Hello.’ ‘You wanna hook up?’ ‘Sure.’ They are so aggressive! Do they have hearts of steel or something? In my country, a girl like this would be desperate. Or a prostitute.’
What is this, the 10th example of The Atlantic shaming women for their life choices and trolling for page views this year?? Come on now. Who the hell is in charge over there? Rush Limbaugh?
Source: The Atlantic
Once everyone’s done having a good chortle over [Akin], here’s what I’d like to see from the Democratic Party. A full-throated, no hemming or hawing or throat-clearing, defense of a woman’s right to choose. Period. The Supreme Court of the United States decided that a woman’s right to privacy extends to her right to have this particular medical procedure up to a certain point in her pregnancy and, therefore, believe it or not, despite the opinion of you and Jesus, a woman still has that right, and the reasons for her decision do…not…matter and, frankly, are none of your business, or mine, or your pastor’s, or Todd Akin’s. It is solely between the woman, her doctor, her conscience, and her god, if she happens to have one.
Augusta National Golf Club ends male only membership
Augusta National Golf Club ends male only membership
Augusta National Golf Club, home of the Masters golf tournament, finally ended an all-male policy that had endured for 80 years when it announced today that two women would be admitted as members for the first time.
Former US Secretary of State, Condoleezza Rice, and financier, Darla Moore, will become the first women to don the renowned green jackets when the Augusta, Georgia, club re-opens for a new season in October.
Augusta National’s status as male-only has drawn criticism for years. Ahead of this year’s Masters tournament in April, President Barack Obama weighed in on the matter, saying through a spokesman that he believed women should be admitted.
News worth a single, halfhearted clap accompanied by a bewildered look that this happened in 2012 and not 1912.
Q:When is Planned Parenthood awful? When it gives exams to people who can't afford to go anywhere else? When it does pap smears and cancer screeners? Breast exams? There's more there than abortion, you know.
Sorry, maybe it wasn’t clear; I was being sarcastic in this post. Planned Parenthood is the shit, bomb and bees’ knees all rolled into one fabulous organization committed to helping and protecting women.
Right on and a fist bump in your direction, Anonymous.
The former Susan G. Komen executive at the heart of the organization’s clash with Planned Parenthood has a book deal.
Howard Books, an imprint of Simon & Schuster, announced Monday that Karen Handel’s “Planned Bullyhood” will come out Sept. 11.
Handel is a former senior vice president of public policy at Komen. She resigned in February amid a furious public debate over the breast cancer charity’s decision to cut off, then reinstate funding for Planned Parenthood.
Finally someone will expose Planned Parenthood for the awful faux-women’s health organization that it really is.
Oh, wait. That’s Susan G. Komen.
NYT’s Relationship with Lolo Jones: “It’s Complicated.”
Given the Sunday NYT’s hit piece on the US hurdler Lolo Jones for using her sexuality/chastity to get publicity in excess of her talent level, it’s pretty funny/ironic/facepalm that there’s a feature in today’s paper about How To Win the Hurdles that features…Lolo Jones.
p.s. In case you couldn’t tell, I had to add “Ladies and” to the beginning of this and nine other documents, because for some reason, these contracts were prepared under the assumption that I was only interested in working with the men at your company. What the hell, CAA? I mean, am I not getting something here? Why are these all addressed to “Gentlemen”? I know you have women there because I’m blessed to have a few of them working for me, and I find this casual dismissal of all the hard work they do totally baffling. I’m not going to tell you how to run your business, but if these papers are a representation of the culture and priorities of your company, I can tell you right now you’re going to lose out on a lot of talented clients and a lot of talented agents. Also, while I’ve got you here, did you see Prometheus? Why did that robot do all that stuff? That movie made no sense.
When we’re featured in a NYT Wedding Vows video next year, I’m going to tell the world the story about how I fell in love with a complete stranger based on a footnote he posted on the internet.
When I talk to girls, they go, ‘I’m not a feminist,’ ” she said. “And I say: ‘What? You don’t want to vote? Do you want to be owned by your husband? Do you want your money from your job to go into his bank account? If you were raped, do you still want that to be a crime? Congratulations: you are a feminist.’
<3 and added to my reading list! She also calls her vagina her “No. 1 vestibule,” which is (1) the best thing I have read all day and (2) endears her to me forever and ever amen.
The Only Situation In Which I Would Change My Last Name
I was just in the pharmacy picking up some whore pills, and it turned out the guy behind me—blond haired and blue eyed like me—has the same, unusual German last name.
(Side note: Isn’t it a weird aspect of social media that I’m cool with sharing about my ladyparts meds and not my last name? This modern world, I tell ya.)
Anyway, it turns out he spells his name one letter differently than mine. This got me to thinking about marriage. (He was pretty handsome in a ‘we look related and I’m a narcissist’ sort of way.) Marrying him—or another similarly-monikered gent—is the only way I would take someone else’s name. I’d get an internet history clean slate AND still get to be true to myself and my heritage.
Plus, it would be super fun to make a big deal about correcting everyone, changing my email address/FB name, getting a bedazzled jumpsuit that says “Mrs. _____” across my tatas, etc. All that jazz that broads do. As you might guess, I have a lot of very strong feelings about women changing their names, which I shan’t burden everyone with. Suffice to say that I am against it probably to an unreasonable extent. (Dear real life friends reading this: I’ll love you no matter what you do, but I might audibly sigh a little from time to time. Sorry!)