” I think the women are there. I think what we see is a focus on topics that tend to be more male-dominated, so we don’t get as much coverage. Men blog more about politics. Politics are more likely to get picked up by the media. Technology has always been male-dominated. So there’s this sort of echo chamber. But there’s knitting, this family, these topics that have been relegated to being sub-par blogging, which I disagree with completely….” Fuck. Sorry for the language but…fuck.
Well, it would help if us female bloggers would learn how to use computers and stop having our husbands type our posts for us. Becuase we, of course, all have husbands!
You women folk really ought to try out this “blogging” thing sometime. It’s a real hoot! Of course, I’m being insensitive. You gals can’t blog because you’re too busy cooking, taking care of babies, and shopping. Regards, 1956
I kinda stopped reading after the first knitting reference. I figured I didn’t need to read further. Judging from the comments here, I was probably right.
Calling All Angels a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries and high above the church bells start to ring and as the heaviness the body oh the heaviness settles in somewhere you can hear a mother sing then it’s one foot then the other as you step out onto the road how much weight? how much weight? then it’s how long? and how far? and how many times before it’s too late? calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one don’t leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we’re cryin’ and we’re hurtin’ and we’re not sure why… and every day you gaze upon the sunset with such love and intensity it’s almost…it’s almost as if if you could only crack the code then you’d finally understand what this all means but if you could…do you think you would trade in all the pain and suffering? ah, but then you’d miss the beauty of the light upon this earth and the sweetness of the leaving calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one don’t leave me alone callin’ all angels callin’ all angels we’re tryin’ we’re hopin’ we’re hurtin’ we’re lovin’ we’re cryin’ we’re callin’ ’cause we’re not sure how this goes by Jane Siberry
That’s in a unity way – not a religious one. Just in case it’s unclear. Not let’s meet up at a pub and get smashed, laugh and take a break.