Low-Hanging Fruit: Hanna Rosin

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Full disclosure: I haven’t read Hanna Rosin’s book “The End of Men” in its entirety, nor do I intend to; you can scold me in the comments if you like, but it just ain’t gonna happen. This is principally because I find Hanna Rosin SO BLOODY ANNOYING that I can barely get through one of her short, click-baity excerpts on Slate without a major spike in blood pressure [Read more...]

Points of Entry, or Why Everyone’s Yelling About Sheryl Sandberg

sandbergThere’s an argument that the American women’s movement has been having with itself on and off since since the late 1800’s, and it looks like we’re in for another round this week. It’s an argument about authenticity and the movement’s true purpose, about what qualifies as a real feminist concern and, by extension, who qualifies as a real feminist. In the 19th century you would have heard Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Lucy Stone shouting each other down (politely, over tea) about the enfranchisement of African American men; in 2013 you get feminists tweeting (less politely, beer in hand) about Sheryl Sandberg’s book “Lean In: Women, Work and the Will to Lead,” which was released today and is causing quite the uproar in ladyblogger circles. [Read more...]

Have Book, Will Travel

L-R: Contributing writer Janet Frishberg, publisher Kim Wyatt, moi.

L-R: Contributing writer Janet Frishberg, publisher Kim Wyatt, moi.

So! “Get Out of My Crotch,” the awesome collection of essays I’ve told you about, came out last week, and there were readings in Portland and South Lake Tahoe to kick things off. I figured, eh, the office can probably manage without my brilliance for a week, so I took time off and went to both events. I am SO glad I did, because as much as I enjoy sitting at home in sweatpants, pecking at my laptop and bouncing ideas off the poodle, getting out and actually talking to people about this stuff is way more fun. [Read more...]

Get Out of My Crotch

GetOut_FrontTo clarify, the above is a book title, not an imperative statement directed at you. After all, YOU wouldn’t go poking around in my ladyparts uninvited, would you? No, you would not. Which means you have much better manners than, say, the hundreds of politicians at the federal and state levels who have lately been making it their business to regulate what goes on in America’s Panties. [Read more...]