I was in Auchan the other day, and picked up a copy of Vanity Fair

It had Lindsay Lohan on the cover – so you know right away just how dangerously bored I was. And then I just became dangerously irritated. Which is sort of unfair, when you think about it. I am not part of the magazine’s target audience anymore. There was a time when I was capable ofContinue reading “I was in Auchan the other day, and picked up a copy of Vanity Fair”

You know what? Being a dominant dude is not ZOMG HORRIBLE

I’ve read this post on BDSM and the ensuing discussion of it on Feministe, and I am crestfallen (“crestfallen” – I like that word. It is underused and underrepresented, like many good things in life). It’s not the issue affecting the BDSM community – not to mention people’s weird reactions to BDSM – that troubleContinue reading “You know what? Being a dominant dude is not ZOMG HORRIBLE”

So I suppose I need to talk about this Susan Faludi “Electra” crap

I mean, just in case this whole Terminator 2 phase of my feminist blogging “career” is later described in children’s textbooks as merely “those months Antonova aired out her grievances regarding the writing of Camille Paglia – and posted funny pictures of cats”. Here’s a funny picture of a cat: Anyway, the points is, thisContinue reading “So I suppose I need to talk about this Susan Faludi “Electra” crap”

The delightful priggitude of the American workplace

There’s nothing quite like the righteousness that many Americans express when it comes to office dress-codes – so readily illustrated by the comments to this older Salon advice column I noticed a while back but never commented on, until now. As the column and the comments illustrated – a woman who works in your average officeContinue reading “The delightful priggitude of the American workplace”

Agency Shmagency, or why I really couldn’t care less about “the new single womanhood”

While I read Rebecca Traister’s feature on recent memoirs by young, single American women (it’s one everything from the wonderful Carlene Bauer’s Not That Kind of Girl to the upcoming Bitch Is the New Black), I gradually became aware of the fact that I was not alone in the room. There was a persistent, monotoneContinue reading “Agency Shmagency, or why I really couldn’t care less about “the new single womanhood””