Dispatches From Ladyblogland: That Takes Eggs, Man

This week’s Ladyblogland links are a bit all over the place but come from love, much like my brain. Sub me in, coach! Let’s do this:

Your usual link mistress, Sally Lawton, is on vacation this week. Do you think she’ll mind if I immediately start talking about cats? At xoJane, Louise Hung talks about how her cats eat way better than she does.

Also at xoJane, Tara Dublin wants you to not be a dick to your short friends. (I was accidentally a dick to my short friend the other day, but I was wearing heels and feeling not-of-average-height! I wanted to note it aloud! Sorry, friend.)

Hey, Dudes Who Think All Feminists Hate Men: At Jezebel, Lindy West would like you to consider that maybe you, specifically, are the problem.

Also from Lindy West this week: Game Developer Dudes: really? I mean, really?!

Let’s sigh and move on.

At Skepchick: Heina would like to kindly remind you what “intersectional feminism” means.

Poor Jon Hamm. So much penis, so much attention. At Slate, Alyssa Rosenberg points out what every actress is probably thinking: Welcome to our world.

This was really funny, and I don’t even watch the show: At Pajiba, Sarah Carlson and Joanna Robinson give you the, like OMG! Best Guide to Game of Thrones EVAR.

At New York Magazine, Rachel Hills examines the new trend of “Uglie Selfies.” (Though perhaps “taking over the Internet” is overselling it a bit.)

Marcelle Friedman is gonna hook you up with 21 Body Positive Jams.

Finally, an oldie that will give you a clue to my “eggs” title: Play us out, Bitch!

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Sara Habein

Sara Habein is the author of Infinite Disposable, a collection of microfiction, and her work has appeared on The Rumpus, Pajiba and Word Riot, among others. Her book reviews and other commentary appear at Glorified Love Letters, and she is the co-manager of Electric City Creative.

9 thoughts on “Dispatches From Ladyblogland: That Takes Eggs, Man”

    1. That too! I think someone mentioned that in the comments. (I briefly glanced at them.) One of my best friends is 6’1″ and she gets all sorts of comments.

      My family likes to call me “short” even though I’m 5’6″ which is very very average. But even my grandmas are taller than me! I’m taller than one aunt, and pretty much everyone else towers over me. So I have no problem saying to my 5’10” mom, “Come over here and be giant for me!” when I need something off a high shelf. I CAN DISH IT TOO, MOM.

      *ahem*

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