There are so many things I wanted to write about this week but didn’t get around to. Check out a few (and sorry in advance for those of you who follow me on Twitter, since this is basically my feed reproduced):
When is terrorism not terrorism? When it involves abortion clinics:
The firebombing of the clinic in which Rogers was charged was an act dangerous to human life that was a violation of the criminal laws of the nation and the state of Florida. It appears to be intended to intimidate or coerce a civilian population, and to influence the policy of the government.
If that sounds like legal language, that’s because it is. Here is the definition of domestic terrorism in the U.S. Code:
More here.
Rick Santorum’s abortion stance would have killed his own wife. Whether she had an abortion or induced early labor to save herself, she wouldn’t have had that choice in Rick Santorum’s America.
Vibrators: Everyone’s buying ’em!
The federal definition of rape now includes men. And look at that, it only took until 2012 to recognize that men are victims of rape too.
The Washington Post’s new ladyblog is bad for women. Even though it’s got that sweet 80s-looking lipstick graphic.
Salsa and Sexism: Are you mouthing misogyny? (Answer: yes).
Katie Roiphe go home.
Today in People Are Really Fucking Stupid: Yes, it is a crime to use the internet incite a riot or to sell fake merchandise or to flout a court injunction. And different countries have different laws!
Santorum and Bachmann are politically identical, and about equally as divorced from reality (although I’d argue that she’s more charismatic). So why is he succeeding when she floundered? (Hint: Genitals).
Shit white girls say to black girls. I am fairly over the “Shit Members Of X Stereotype Say,” but this is legit funny (and disturbingly accurate).
The Case Against Marriage. I am not actually on board with the conclusions of the piece and I think this guy is wrong in a lot of ways, but this is an interesting read.
Wait, good teachers actually, like, help kids learn? Weird.