Hey, Women,
Hi, how ya doing? So yesterday was weird, right? Two days before the second Presidential debate, an old tape surfaced that shows the Republican nominee bragging about how he forcefully gropes and kisses any woman that he finds attractive, married or not. Then the internet exploded. Why this latest pile of word vomit is worse than any other in his relentless spew, I couldn't say. Same shit, different day with this clown, innit? …
For decades, women had been risking their careers and reputations coming forward to tell their stories about being cornered and assaulted by Donald Trump, the tacky New York luxury real estate guy turned TV show host. When the Access Hollywood tape was made public in October 2016, Donald Trump was caught bragging about his self-appointed right to sexually assault any woman that he happened to find attractive. I was like, "People are serious…
It was Sunday morning and I was performing that universally-endured household ritual of purging the fridge before stocking up on whatever science experiment fodder is passing for food these days.
"You don't want this?"
"No,
it's dead," I said, glancing over to see that Joe was holding up a bottle of Bloody Mary mix I'd just put into the the thanks-for-coming pile, along with a shriveled lump of ginger that had…
What I found coolest about today was the respect and solidarity. I walked with a river of women, with everyone who came along because they understand what I've been saying for years: feminism is for everyone. Signs declared truth, everything from "Black Lives Matter" to "If You Cut Off My Reproductive Choice, Can I Cut Off Yours?" The gay guys, always THE BEST, came out with "Born This Way" and "You Can…
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Stop surrounding infant baby girls in all-pink-everything.
Stop buying girl toddlers play kitchens, tiny vaccuum cleaners and little plastic shopping carts.
Stop with the constant deluge of Disney princesses on every single item that a little girl uses in her day.
Stop eroticizing little girls.
Stop calling little girls who like math and science "nerds" or "geeks," even if you mean it lovingly.
Stop telling grade school girl…
Rosie
the Riveter, and the perpetuated myth about who she was and what she
stands for, is an example of "collective misconception," the
phenomena known as the Mandela Effect. The Mandela Effect is a societal phenomenon where a group of people repeat a
false thing so many times, others pick it up and keep repeating it, and then eventually the false thing "becomes true." It is kind of
terrifying when you think about it.
I'm among those who did not tune in to the Kavanaugh hearing today, because I've had enough. Of everything. And all these old white men. But I see from all of your posts and tweets that the "honorable" (that's laughable) judge had himself a little mantrum today, is that right? This reporting has been countered by a great deal of "...and they say women are too emotional" memes and wisecracks. It is on this point th…
One of my buddies confided that he can't stand it when his other single friends goad him into going "tom-catting around" on a Saturday night. I laughed, because I hadn't heard that expression before, yet it so neatly captures what the vibe of that evening was going to be; but then I felt bad for laughing, because the expression really bothers my buddy, here he was confiding that his dick-swinging trim hunter pals would tease h…
"You need to give him children. What are you scared of? Responsibility?" These are actual words said to me yesterday. By a total stranger. In the park. It's astonishing to me that anyone feels entitled to lecture women about something so personal. I am 47 years old. It is 2017. Are you freakin' kidding me . Yesterday's Child-demander
I took a walk with my sketchbook. I got a kale smoothie and stopped on a park bench. People w…
