so i was looking up stuff about birth control throughout history and
to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
so i was looking up stuff about birth control throughout history and
the most accurate depiction of most mens rights activists i’ve ever seen
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you say you’re a feminist but i bet you can’t even name 3 females
accept free drinks to financially cripple the patriarchy
how many “friend-zoned” guys does it take to change a light bulb? None they’ll just compliment it and get pissed when it won’t screw.
I’m not like most girls. I’m like all girls. I am the alpha girl and the omega girl. I have many faces, and I am called by many names, not all of which are audible to human ears. I contain multitudes. I am legion. All shall be assimilated.
Relevant to the interests of many, many people I know (att’n @boganettenz @meganwegan et al)
Helloplease.
In the late sixties, Robie Macauley, the fiction editor of Playboy - “Entertainment for Men” - was publishing stories of literary interest. My agent, Virginia Kidd, who couldn’t be kept in a ghetto of any kind, sent him one of mine. It was pure science fiction, and all the important characters in it were men. Virginia submitted it under the discreet byline of U. K. Le Guin. When it was accepted, she revealed the horrid truth. Playboy staggered back, then rallied gamely. The editors said that they’d still like to publish “Nine Lives,” Virginia told me, but that their readers would be frightened if they saw a female byline on a story, so they asked if they could use the initials, instead of my first name.
Unwilling to terrify these vulnerable people, I told Virginia to tell them sure, that’s fine. Playboy thanked us with touching gratitude. Then, after a couple of weeks, they asked for an author biography.
At once, I saw the whole panorama of U.K.’s life as a gaucho in Patagonia, a stevedore in Marseilles, a safari leader in Kenya, a light-heavyweight prizefighter in Chicago, and the abbot of a Coptic monastery in Algeria.
We’d tricked them slightly, though, and I didn’t want to continue the trickery. But what could I say? “He is a housewife and the mother of three children”?
I wrote, “It is commonly suspected that the writings of U. K. Le Guin are not actually written by U. K. Le Guin, but by another person of the same name.”
Game to the last, Playboy printed that. And my husband and I bought a red VW bus, cash down, with the check.
These are all so good.
The second one
“I am so bad at being likable that I’ve had to create an elaborate force field of imagined persecution to justify it.”
This tag somehow turned into the best thing ever.
I really need to get on that feminist crewel embroidery idea I had a while back.