Crosspost: The Exhumation of Elizabeth Siddal

Since it’s close to Halloween, I thought I would share this morbid little tidbit about Sir Edward Burne-Jones’s fellow Pre-Raphaelites, Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Elizabeth Siddal, and how he had her grave dug up so he could get the book of his poems that he had buried with her. Read More Crosspost: The Exhumation of Elizabeth Siddal

What’s Wrong With Patricia Arquette’s Comments? A Lot.

The Internet has been buzzing since Sunday night with discussion about actress Patricia Arquette’s Oscar acceptance speech and her followup remarks that were made in the press room afterwards. In case you haven’t been online much, here’s a recap. Read More What’s Wrong With Patricia Arquette’s Comments? A Lot.

Book Review: Southern Reach Trilogy

Thirty years ago, an ecological event closed off an area of land referred to as “the forgotten coast.” Saying that it was an environmental catastrophe, the government named the bordered off area “Area X.” But the government didn’t set up those borders; in fact, something else created the invisible barrier that for a long time was impenetrable. When passage into Area X opened inexplicably, a government agency called Southern Reach sent expeditions of scientists to investigate, all of them failing in their task. Some would come back with no recollection of what they saw, others wouldn’t come back at all, and many came back only to die of cancer months later. This is how Annihilation, the first book of Jeff VanderMeer‘s riveting Southern Reach Trilogy, begins: with the twelfth expedition setting out on their mission. Read More Book Review: Southern Reach Trilogy

#ShameOnShonda Is Bullshit: On Black Women, Mental Health And Intersectionality

Friday morning, there was grumbling on my twitter timeline about the storyline of last night’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy. A hashtag, #ShameOnShonda, had been started in protest of what was perceived as a stigmatization of mothers with post-partum depression, or PPD. Read More #ShameOnShonda Is Bullshit: On Black Women, Mental Health And Intersectionality

6 Reasons Not To Be A Jerk About Trigger Warnings

As you meander around the internet, you may occasionally encounter an article or video prefaced by a trigger warning (or the abbreviated version, TW). A trigger warning is a note that indicates potentially traumatic content. These notes applied to such varied topics as sexual assault, graphic violence, racism, transphobia, eating disorders and child abuse — basically any discussion that could cause a post-traumatic stress reaction for certain people.

Trigger warnings are an important and necessary tool for many people. For others, they are at worst a minor inconvenience. You would think this would mean that the inclusion of trigger warnings would be a no-brainer, yet some folks still insist on being nincompoops. In case you’re in danger of becoming a nincompoop, here are six reasons not to be a jerk about trigger warnings. Read More 6 Reasons Not To Be A Jerk About Trigger Warnings

A Happy Birthday To Roe V. Wade — And A Middle Finger To Its Deadly Step-Sibling, The Helms Amendment

This post by Kelley Calkins originally appeared on Ravishly on Jan. 22, 2015, and is reprinted with permission.

A dear “happy birthday” and a hearty “goddamn, I want to build a barricade around you to protect you from the clutches of politicians who seek to render women autonomy-less chattel” go out to Roe v. Wade today! Read More A Happy Birthday To Roe V. Wade — And A Middle Finger To Its Deadly Step-Sibling, The Helms Amendment

My Little Feminequist Pony: Lesbian Separatist Fan Fiction

“Do you ever get tired of stallions?” asked Celestia, flopping down next to her Luna on the chaise lounge. “I mean, do you ever feel like this palace is practically seething with testosterone-fuelled rivalry? Sometimes I’m just so over it.”

“It’s bad enough being a princess, with all the gender garbage that goes along with that” Celestia whinnied, nuzzling her sister’s flank. “It’s even worse being a princess with pastel hair and a sparkling horn. No one takes me seriously; even the guards call me little filly instead of your highness. It’s mortifying.” Read More My Little Feminequist Pony: Lesbian Separatist Fan Fiction