I write things down quite frequently. It doesn’t guarantee I’ll remember why I wrote it down or that it’s actually important information, because often I write things down when I’m half asleep, drunk, panicked, or some unholy combination.
Happy Friday, ladyblogland! This week we’ll talk about two new campaigns to bring feminism to the masses, a truly absurd amount of terribleness, and a math lesson from John Oliver. (As usual, trigger warnings for just about everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny Isn’t a Grave Threat to Fraternities
Even just typing those words in the title has left me with a feeling of such relief that I struggle to convey it.
For every person who nods her head knowingly when you recount a story of street harassment, there is someone who scoffs. For every anonymous stranger on the Internet who stars or likes a painful comment you shared out of sympathy and understanding, there is someone who will never believe let alone understand. For every moment of commiseration and loyalty and strange comradery that you can find when you tell the world about your pain, there is this feeling that you shouldn’t be allowed to. That your grief and confusion means something is wrong with you, rather than that there is something wrong with the world.
But I believe you. And it’s not your fault. Read More I Believe You. It’s Not Your Fault.
Years ago, I volunteered for an animal rescue. I adopted my dog from them, they asked for help, and I just fell into it. It was rewarding to help the animals, and I was new to that world. After a while, though, it wasn’t fun.
This week’s dispatches has the secret to biking in a skirt without flashing the world.
Here’s our roundup of the best that ladyblogland had to offer.
Q. I have a blog on Tumblr and recently came across some very obscene material that was posted on a blog I had followed. I was shocked that this stuff was allowed. I searched further and quickly found gobs of pornographic sites. Again, I was shocked. Nobody is filtering this stuff or warning us about it. Read More The Porn of the Matter
When you work a desk job, sometimes a snow day is great. Sometimes it’s a super productive work from home day, where you thank the Internet gods for enabling this. Sometimes it’s a lie on my bed with Netflix and occasionally check e-mail. Sometimes it’s both. Read More A Gif Recap of (Barely) Working from Home