The Feminist Friday discussion post is up at Part Time Monster, and #yesallwomen is the topic for today. The discussion thread was closed the first hour the post was up, but we’ve fixed it. Comments are open.


No Follow Friday on the blog for me today. None on Twitter, either.  I’m giving the day to #yesallwomen. I’m spending most of my time on Part Time Monster’s thread today, and retweeting from that hashtag. Follow Fridays will return next week.

I’ll still retweet Follow Fridays for my friends, if I see them. I’ll thank people for including me in Follow Fridays and favorite those tweets so I can look at them tomorrow and follow folks I don’t know. Just not sending Follow Fridays of my own today.

If you have a moment, you’re welcome to contribute to our discussion at the Monster, and join me in retweeting #yesallwomen tweets today.

Living In America: Living With RapeCulture

This is too good, and too important, not to reblog. It’s an important contribution to our conversation for two reasons: It’s very specific about the consequences of rape and rape culture in the U.S., and it addresses an issue that we deal with regularly – the idea that, for whatever reason, we just shouldn’t talk about it. I’m a little behind because I had something personal going on that kept me offline all day yesterday. At the moment, my plan is to get caught up with comments later this afternoon, and spend some time tomorrow catching up with those of you who tweet with me. Thanks for keeping this going in my absence.

Drifting Through

“Me and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends your father, Mr. Ed”

-Tori Amos, Me and A Gun

My daughter used to play a game when she was a baby. She would crawl over to our magazine rack and tear up the pages. When I would say something to stop her, she would cover her eyes. She thought, in her adorable baby brain, that if she covered her eyes we couldn’t see it therefore nothing was happening. We laughed each time she did this. We marveled at the simple naiveté of a small child. We thought it was precious. But you know what’s not precious? When adults do it. When we do it. When society does it. When we…

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