Let’s rock with the tough girls

14 08 2013

I’m a feminist, and a theorist, but I’m not a feminist theorist.

Theorist: I do political theory, mucking about the edges of modern thought in both its pre- and post-forms, and much taken with ontology of late.

Feminist: While not the absolute beginning of my political consciousness—as a kid I held up the two-fingered peace sign against the Vietnam War—it was the way through which I entered politics in a determined way. And while I now prefer the term “liberationist” (yah, woman’s libber!), I don’t give up “feminist” because a) it has historical meaning, b) it means something in my own history, and c) because I’m a stubborn wench with little patience for those who cringe that “feminist” is too confrontational or mean or hairy or something.

Why, then, am I not a feminist theorist? Because my political self and my intellectual self, while in sympathy with one another, are not the same—which, by the way, suits my pluralist self (-ves).

The upshot of all of this is that I rarely peruse explicitly feminist websites. As I mentioned in the linked post, those joints are not meant for the likes of me (this is an observation more than a criticism) and, honestly, I don’t really need pointers from anyone on how to be a better or more authentic feminist, nor do I need reminders of how shitty this world is for women, and, for that matter, many human beings.

Still, two recent posts, one by bspencer at Lawyers, Guns & Money and another by Maria Farrell at Crooked Timber have set off a few of my feminist neurons.

Not in any particular direction, mind you: I’m almost as unfamiliar with the Hugo Schwyzer clusterfuck as is bspencer, and the Ferrell piece requires more thinking, or “unpacking” if you will.

(Do people still use unpacking? Useful term, tho’ dreadfully overused in the nineties. If it’s fallen out of favor, I’d be willing to pick it up again: I like me some gnarly anachronisms.)

Anyway, these pieces (and their attendant comments) set off a bit of a brain fizz. Now let’s see if I can manage to to pull more than a preface to a thought together before the carbonation runs out.


Hush hush

14 08 2013

Ohhh, this made me giggle:

Aimai says:

I think I’d like “the style of supplicants to Athena.” Odysseus was a hell of a man.


All things weird and wonderful, 33

14 08 2013

I’ve mentioned the wonderful weirdness at Yellowstone before; this is more wonder-ful than weird:

A volcanic planet, our tiny home in the galaxy. The Milky Way and bright star Antares at the heart of Scorpion appear above hot springs in the Yellowstone National Park, United States. Caption and photo: Babak Tafreshi, Dreamview.net

This image (which you can see in full glory here) is a part of The World At Night series, “an international effort to present stunning nightscape photos and time-lapse videos of the world’s landmarks against celestial attractions.”

Beautiful, beautiful photos; beautiful, beautiful world.


h/t Phil Plait, Bad Astronomy