I’ll preface this by saying I’m a skeptic-as much as I’d like supernatural things to exist, I find it hard to believe. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for what I encountered, but that doesn’t stop it from being the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

Can I also plead that we don’t need to know the layout of your entire house to hear about something scary that happened inside? The long, overly detailed and confusing architectural descriptions are nearly a convention at this point.

I thiiiink I told this story like ten years ago here, but it may have been somewhere else. Anyway, here it is again!!

And like I plead every year, folks, please please remember that longer doesn’t mean better. Brevity is the soul of dread. 

Even before everything came out, Schwyzer always gave me the impression of being one of those male feminists who pats himself on the back for talking to women he doesn’t find physically attractive.

Yeah. I still have a feedly stream. Most of the feeds that I brought over from Google Reader are dead.

“While a group of mostly white, mostly New York-based feminist bloggers were making their names in the aughts, it was the radical selfless activists on the margins of the blogosphere who erected the scaffolding for the feminist internet as we now know it today. As Brittney Cooper, co-founder of the Crunk Feminist…

I’m not finished reading this, but,

Sorry to be the person who criticises the headline, but I did read the article first, and then I went away for an hour and came back after thinking about it, so I feel okay about criticising the headline.

Yeah, especially when you realize that if you write something that’s really nuanced and well-articulated (and god forbid, intersectional), no one will read it. But if you write something shallow and petty and that sounds like you’re off your rocker and makes people want to argue against you, suddenly you’re popular…

definitely. I think it just gets tiring and repetitive for the majority of people after a few years. I wrote thousands of posts in my mid-20s but at 30 it’s no longer something I can as easily keep up with/deal with emotionally

Yeah, this and a general decline in personal blogging. Which was of course in large part because blogging, especially controversial outrage-filled blogging, lead to burnout. So everyone that started blogging around the same time got burned out around the same time and quit around the same time. 

The mention of Schwyzer gets me incensed all over again. I’m still agog that Coen was allowed to linger here for years after that debacle.

So racism, misogyny, misogynoir, patriarchy and women agents of the patriarchy ruined feminism. The same forces that elevated Gloria Steinem over Dorothy Pitman-Hughes, elevated the Lindy West(s) of this age over the Jamilah Lemieux(s) of this age . The common denominator is not the internet.

Never forget MizJenkins’s struggles with white feminist bloggers on this very site:

I will probably wait until I can see this movie in the comfort of my own home, simply because I hate crying in public, and I will full-on boo-hoo during this.

This would make me laugh or at least giggle. Farts are funny! Also coming from someone like him makes it all the more funny.

This story isn’t scary, and there are so many other stories on here that I doubt anyone will read it...but it IS true, I wanted to share it somewhere, and folks in my normal life would probably roll their eyes, so...

When I was in college 1.0 for a theater degree as a costume tech, I lived with my roomie in a scuzzy apartment complex, but the building I lived in was a very happy little microcosm of nice folks. It was the single nicest community of people I’ve ever lived with, they are relevant and...this one’s long. Because…

This was not entirely without precedent of sorts. Two hundred years previously, notorious adventuress (and later superstar opera singer!) Julie d’Aubigny would often have to expose her top to men she defeated in duels—and there were apparently many of them!—to prove they had, in fact, been beaten by a woman.