Introductions all around.

Yesterday’s post about the GOP failing to notice women that can’t get pregnant without the help of a man got a fair flurry of attention! So I thought introductions were in order.

I write quite a bit about similar issues — reproductive rights, sexual assault, the language we use when we talk about women — but because of my general contention that these are not “women’s issues” but rather human issues, I don’t have a specific “women’s issues” category. You’ll find those posts under Body, Social Justice, and Activism (and occasionally Domestic Politics, Fury, and Rant – though I’ll be honest, I haven’t figured out yet what the difference is between “Fury” and “Rant”!).

These have included:

  1. 430 abortion restrictions introduced this year alone (sadly self explanatory).
  2. Rape as a defining characteristic of American society (also just what you would think it is).
  3. Like a girl and The daily barrage of insults (both regarding way that the very words we use serve to dehumanize girls and women).
  4. My President is a feminist (because he is, dang it).

I also post about a lot of other stuff, too, some of it lighthearted, or even whimsical!

Like Nathan Fillion, and penguins on an airplane, and Firefly, and the music of Billy Bragg and George Lucas! And then there’s the Israel/Palestine stuff and race relations and domestic politics generally. But, you know, a singing, dancing Canadian lobster puppet, too. So, kind of a mixed bag!

Anyhoo! Please do take a look around the place! I’m very glad to have you.

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Thanks again for stopping by!



  1. dmf

     /  March 16, 2012

  2. dmf

     /  March 16, 2012

    for fridays and good intentions

    Every day I want to speak with you. And every day something more important
    calls for my attention—the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage

    I need to buy for the trip.
    Even now I can hardly sit here

    among the falling piles of paper and clothing, the garbage trucks outside
    already screeching and banging.

    The mystics say you are as close as my own breath.
    Why do I flee from you?

    My days and nights pour through me like complaints
    and become a story I forgot to tell.

    Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning
    to rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence.

    “Prayer” by Marie Howe