Pandagon post on the catch-22s that women have to deal with caught my attention. (it provides another very ambiguous situation with a couple of possible readings, much like in my recent post about gender and autonomy, which I find interesting... is this actually a useful rhetorical strategy, or just a handy way to get people thinking about some ( Read more... )

I think I may have said this before, but I believe that gender is a construct, that very little of what we perceive as "masculine" or "feminine" has any basis in an objective, shared reality that is not culturally conditioned. Yeah, there are some biological differences between men and women, mostly to do with reproduction and hormones, but those ( Read more... )

A fascinating post about Mary Daly's work. I admit, I'm not as well-read in the feminist foremothers as I would like, and since I research goddess worship and feminist spirituality, I should probably read Mary Daly someday. Though now, I am prepared to be disturbed by the anti-trans rhetoric that apparently runs through her writing.

Queer ( Read more... )

Tummyache = no taking modern dance class tonight.

It also, however, = sweet, sweet domesticity. Tea-drinking, grocery-shopping, doing dishes, and, taking a page from Nigella Lawson (How to Be a Domestic Goddess, to be precise): baking white chocolate macadamia nut brownies. These are all things I enjoy doing when there's no pressure ( Read more... )

I've been doing a bit of reading lately. Haven't been so into the sleeping, though, so I hope this is coherent.

I recently finished reading Frogs and Snails and Feminist Tales: Preschool Children and Gender, by Bronwyn Davies. For all that it was written in 1989, it gives a cogent and pertinent overview of the sex/gender divide and why it and ( Read more... )

In this environment, we wake up every day, and some of us know that crimes against humanity are taking place, and some of us only know where we gotta be and how we're gonna get there, but no matter what you know when you wake up, there are places where stolen childhoods and broken bodies nourish the earth. And we walk upon their bodies, and pass ( Read more... )