Avoid Sarcasm. Altogether.
Oct. 30th, 2005 01:14 amThe above mantra in this artcile (which is actually interestng and important) is making me howl with inappropriate laughter. Like in a bad crack!fic sort of way. I think the dust from this moving thing is getting to me.
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/10/30/magazine/30feminism.html
Also the girl? Truly fancies the sarcasm. But perhaps that's why she's not a boy.
In truth, I have long and artful things to say about this piece, but that's for another time. I'm a bit exhausted right now and the reliaities it's presenting are pissing me off.
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/10/30/magazine/30feminism.html
Also the girl? Truly fancies the sarcasm. But perhaps that's why she's not a boy.
In truth, I have long and artful things to say about this piece, but that's for another time. I'm a bit exhausted right now and the reliaities it's presenting are pissing me off.
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Date: 2005-10-30 07:33 am (UTC)"A Harvard economics professor, Claudia Goldin, did a study last year that found that 44 percent of women in the Harvard class of 1980 who married within 10 years of graduation kept their birth names, while in the class of '90 it was down to 32 percent. In 1990, 23 percent of college-educated women kept their own names after marriage, while a decade later the number had fallen to 17 percent."
It's not unexpected that this nonsense is getting worse in these dark days of religious right idiocy and "covenant marriages" (shudder), but I still remain baffled at the idea that most men would not be looking for confident women who are their intellectual equals and not (as it seems) women who are (or must at least pretend to be) toys, infantilized chattel, or glorified servants and that clearly most women not will not only put up with that sickness, many of them actively embrace it. I am once again overjoyed that I am surrounded by freaks, queers, trannys, and eccentrics who mostly have no part of such things. After reading that article, I feel like I need to go and scrub my brain - ugh! For the first time in two decades, I feel the need to go and read some books by Gloria Steinem or Robin Morgan.