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  1. Here’s one about the South Caroline House vote requiring women to see an ultrasound of their fetus before getting an abortion. South Caroline rules “Women Stupid”

    There are a couple above it too – one about the “Rebelution” survey results and one about a toddler whose family was kicked off a plane due to the toddler’s tantrum (somehow I missed that one when it happened).

    Thoughts much appreciated.

  2. Well, it ain’t much, but it’s all I’ve got:

    A recent South Australian rape case ruling that a woman couldn’t have consented to one sex act and then withdraw consent for the next. And an MP jumping on the bandwagon to scare her voters a la the Antioch strawman.

    Basically, I swear a lot.

  3. I am totally not sure if anyone’s interested, but I retread my arguments from the derailment of the “Department of Missing the Point” thread (in which I claim our culture is sex-obsessed) over at my livejournal.

    (Yeah, I know, I know. But I had more to say, and didn’t want to disrupt the thread here further. Sorry ’bout that.)

  4. I lead a barren and sterile existence that yields nothing of interest to anyone, myself least of all. But check out Dr. Free Ride’s inaugural post, on science and religion, at the shiny new WAAGNFNP blog!

    A Palestinian woman’s blog was hacked and erased by anti-Palestinian geeks. Read more here, including a recent and controversial from the blog. I wrote something about an earlier, very affecting, post here.

    I’ve posted some poems by one of my favorite contemporary poets, Galway Kinnell. There’s “The Cellist,” “The Porcupine,” and my personal fave, “Freedom, New Hampshire.

    I know you said one post, but I figured this way would be more shameless.

  5. I take a brief look at some research done about innate ability perception and ponder how it might relate to the whole “but I’m not racist/sexist/whatever” idea in a guest-post over at Shrub.com

  6. Okey doke, I’ll bite.

    Here’s a recent post describing a recent road trip (to see a metal show), in which I manage to work in variously peripheral tangents on radical feminism, mosh pits, tour buses, women in the metal scene, and my burning desire to eventually visit the IKEA store in Woodbridge, Virginia. My exuberant dorkiness is evident throughout all paragraphs (as it is, also, in the fact that I open this comment with the salutation, “Okey doke.”)

  7. I wrote in response to an Arizona op-ed attacking Go Ask Alice!, the sexual health counseling service at Columbia University. When you read the op-ed critically, it’s clear that it’s not just sex ed the author was worried about, but women’s autonomy and, of course, abortion.

    I also took on the proposed TX law that Amanda and Jill also wrote about, which offers women money to have babies instead of abortions. It’s just another in a long line of mixed messages government policies send women about childbearing and rearing.

  8. My partner-in-writing wrote a post on the weekend about claiming the word Feminism. This was in response to the recent spat of people in our personal life telling me how I preach intolerance and hate men and am horribly abusive to him and don’t let him have his own opinions, so I have to admit I’m rather happy to have him finally say “Hey, I’m a feminist-in-training and stop acting like Anna is evil, thanks.”

    But I’m biased that way.

    I also made a stab at defining privilege to my friends, using heterosexual privilege. I’m secretly hoping this leads them to think about what I’ve written. It’s not profound, since I’m still fumbling around at all this, but I’m kinda happy with it.

    We’ll see if it gets through to someone.

  9. This isn’t going to win me any new leftist friends, I fear, but I had fun writing it, and I would like to share:

    Come away, o human child… To be butchered in the wild.

    I would like more people to read The Book of Lost Things and tell me what they think. I’ve already had a couple of friends jump down my throat for liking it – after all, so many of the monsters in it are female, and anyway, I just didn’t read it the way I was taught to read, I’ve sort of been laying my traditional politics aside… But I thought it was an appropriate sort visualization if you consider that the protagonist is being haunted by the ghost of his dead mother, and the specter of his (not so evil?) stepmother.

    Anyways, if this gets more people reading the book, it would make me happy.

    And here is something memorializing my great aunt Jenia. She was an awesome lady – as tough as any WWII soldier, very intelligent, very much ahead of her time – and she died recently, completely on her own. Soviet women like Jenia seem to be a bygone relic in modern Russia… although perhaps I am being a pessimist.

    Finally, here is a bit on Fatma: A Novel of Arabia. Raja Alem is a frickin’ genius – definitely not the timid, voiceless Saudi woman we have come to see as a kind of symbol nowadays…

  10. I just published my campaign blog, even though I don’t know if I have County Party (cabal?) support. I apologize for not having interesting posts yet– but it’s a babyblog, and as a feminist candidate, I could use the support.
    Any ideas/support/things feminists want to see candidates running on- please let me know.

  11. Since you asked…
    I wrote a post about the relationship between food and sex, and about how the way our culture encourages women to have a hostile relationship with and be suspicious of food might impact women’s sex lives. I’d love to hear other people’s opinions on this issue and plan to write more about it, so check it out.

    http://cassandrasays.blogspot.com/2007/03/fear-of-fat-fear-of-food-fear-of-sex.html

    PS Your link button doesn’t seem to be working, it was displaying the html when I tried to create a direct link.

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