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The Color of Toxicity

No one ever said being a feminist would be easy and sure as hell, no one said it would be boring. This week's excitement arrives via The Nation (which I have subscribed to off and on since college) and Michelle Goldberg's latest entitled, " Feminism's Toxic Twitter Wars ."Hmmmm...wars is a bit much, dontcha think? So before I dive into this article's arguments, let's deal with the headline. Declaring anything a war is a strong stance. Is feminism having a lot of heated debates and disagreements on twitter? Yes. Is it a war? No. A quick walk through feminist history in the USA and we will see political debate after political debate. Susan B. Anthony pleaded with Elizabeth Cady Stanton to leave the kids and hit the road with her. Surely some feminists side-eyed Amelia Bloomer and her pants. Sojourner Truth dropped the mic by stating, "Ain't I a woman?" One of the biggest riffs happened during suffrage when the young whippersnapper, Alice

#365FeminsitSelfie update!

Good gawd, I hope this blog doesn't turn into nothing but this challenge, but given my hectic schedule which leads to few updates here, it very well could! Anywho... 1) For the next month, Bitch Magazine is going to award one #365FeministSelfie Instagram participant a week a 1-year subscription. So make sure to not only use the #365FeministSelfie hashtag, but tag @BitchMedia. 2) I had two interviews about the challenge last week. The first piece is live at allParenting and I think it completely captured the spirit of the challenge. 3) I was asked to write up a "What I learned" post for Blogher. EDITED TO ADD 4) A moving piece on selfies themselves and the #365FeministSelfie challenge.  It has truly been a whirlwind 13 days and I know you will get tired of me saying this, but thank you for participating.

#365FeministSelfies and my mother

Today is my mom's birthday. She would had been 58. That's me with her when I was about three years old. That's my puppy in my tiny hands! This is one of my favorite photos of my mom and me. And after she died in 2003, I realized it was one of the few photos I had of us together. Today the #365FeministSelfie challenge is one week old. Apt that it falls on her birthday because of all the comments/captions I have been reading when people, mostly women, post their photos, the one that stands out is, "I want my kids to have more photos of us together after I'm gone."  Back to 2003.  My parents had moved from the Chicago are to North Carolina in 2000. As with any more, things are lost.  I always felt they lost a lot of photos.  And the suckiest part of someone dying is digging through boxes of photos. Can there be a worst time to dive into memory lane? GAWD! So there I was, by the way 6-months pregnant, digging for photos I swear we had. Finding piles of ph

Book Review: Women Aviators: 26 Stories of Pioneer Flights, daring Missions, and Record-Setting Journeys

This collection of mini-biographies of women aviators is a must have for every parent whose child has to do a biography project and for every teacher who assigns them. Sure we all know about Amelia Earhart - Ella did a project on her a few years ago - and perhaps even Bessie Coleman , but Women Aviators: 26 Stories of Pioneer Flights, daring Missions, and Record-Setting Journeys by Karen Bush Gibson will expand your universe. Not only are the biographies short enough for your child to read on their own and not be overwhelmed, but they include citations so your child can dig deeper if needed. Thanks for Chicago Review Press for allowing me to bring you an excerpt on  Ida Van Smith: Teaching Children to Fly Imagine a group of children, both boys and girls, on an airfield, with lots of bright smiles and perhaps more than a few lips trembling with fear. Chances are, all eyes are big with wonder. They take trips to airports, visit aerospace museums, and learn how to do prefligh

CFP: Mothering Multiples: (Re)exploring, (Re)presenting and Making Meaning of the Process of Becoming Pregnant, Pregnancy, Birth and Parenting Experiences with Multiples

CALL FOR PAPERS Demeter Press is seeking submissions for an edited collection entitled Mothering Multiples: (Re)exploring, (Re)presenting and Making Meaning of the Process of Becoming Pregnant, Pregnancy, Birth and Parenting Experiences with Multiples (working title only) Editor: Dr. Kathy Mantas Deadline for Abstracts: April 30, 2014 There has been an increase of twin babies and higher order multiple birth babies born in Canada and around the world in the past few decades. The wide use of fertility drugs and high-tech procedures are considered to be one of the major contributing factors to the increase in multiple births, but there are others as well. This edited collection seeks to (re)explore, (re)present, make meaning, and contribute to a body of literature that is, at the moment limited, on the process of becoming pregnant, pregnancy, childbirth, parenting, and becoming a parent from the perspective of multiples, and all the layers and complexities this entail

#365FeministSelfie is a go!

I am overwhelmed at the response to the #365FeministSelfie challenge ! So many amazing pics on Flickr , Instagram, Twitter and Facebook . If there are other outlets I should be monitoring, just say it! Edited to add: Duh! Google+ ! And Tumblr ! And if you are late to the party, it's ok. Join in! Tweets about "#365feministselfie"

Book Review: League of Denial by Steve Fainaru and Mark Fainaru-Wada

Growing up in the suburbs of Chicago during the 1980s means that the team of all teams was the 1985 Bears. Walter Payton flew over defensive lines and on occasion did land on his head. To us, it was amazing. To his body, it was brutal. "League of Denial" [ P | I ] provides amazing detail into how brutal the game of football is to the human body. On page 5, the Fainaru brothers cite a physicist who calculated a Dick Butkus hit as equivalent to the size of a small adult killer whale. HOLY CRAP! Ultimately, the Fainaru brothers tell the story of how football players were paid a king's ransom to play a boy's game, but their bodies and brains paid the real price. The NFL told players that they were special. Weaker men, who would be hurt by concussions, had been weeded out. They were the cream of the crop in more than just playing skills, but in how their bodies reacted to injury. Many of the men highlighted in the book clearly were full of regret for not hurting th