I’m finally posting this on tumblr, if you haven’t seen it now’s as good a time as any. Happy Valentines Day!
PLEASE EVERYONE WATCH THIS RIGHT NOWNOWNOW
When Why Have Kids? came out, there were things I expected. I expected that people would think this was a book against parenting (it’s not). I expected that I would be criticized for taking a pro-formula feeding stance (I have). But I did not expect this.
As one does when they are promoting a…
Apparently they didn’t bother to find out anything about the book/author?
AND THIS
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Can’t stop watching this.
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Sad White Babies With Mean Feminist Mommies
The Atlantic is reviving the tired feminist-baiting question “can women have it all.” Le sigh. In celebration of this backlashtastic event, I’ve compiled some of my favorite images that are often the art in these kinds of articles: The mean/frazzled/distracted working white mom (because WOC don’t exist in this narrative) who has been fooled into thinking she can have it all by feminism. Good times.
Note: I haven’t read the piece (it’s not out yet) and for all I know is a scorchingly awesome piece of feminist writing. But the headline/art/cover is just too awful and (knowingly) plays into the anti-feminist cliche the search for work/life balance is greedily trying to have “it all.”
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This particular book—or rather, set of books—is every edit made to a single Wikipedia article, The Iraq War, during the five years between the article’s inception in December 2004 and November 2009, a total of 12,000 changes and almost 7,000 pages.
It amounts to twelve volumes: the size of a single old-style encyclopaedia. It contains arguments over numbers, differences of opinion on relevance and political standpoints, and frequent moments when someone erases the whole thing and just writes “Saddam Hussein was a dickhead”.
"— James Bridle discusses his work The Iraq War: A Historiography of Wikipedia Changelog 2006-2009 (via weekendwindow)
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BIRHSDAY
Birthday song for Carolyn by Ben, Mike and I. This is the decade of autotune and confused laughter.
