The “π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’π‘™π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘“π‘™π‘–π‘π‘˜π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘’π‘š π‘œπ‘“ π‘™π‘œπ‘€-𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 π‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘Žπ‘™ π‘£π‘–π‘œπ‘™π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’”

What is the “π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’π‘™π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘“π‘™π‘–π‘π‘˜π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘’π‘š π‘œπ‘“ π‘™π‘œπ‘€-𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 π‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘Žπ‘™ π‘£π‘–π‘œπ‘™π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’”?

It’s on Twitter. It’s on Facebook. It’s on Instagram. It’s in my inbox (three of six of my accounts). It’s in phone calls and (sometimes) voicemails (on both of my phones). It’s in comment sections on websites and social platforms.

It’s exhausting.

Continue reading “The “π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’π‘™π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘“π‘™π‘–π‘π‘˜π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘’π‘š π‘œπ‘“ π‘™π‘œπ‘€-𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 π‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘Žπ‘™ π‘£π‘–π‘œπ‘™π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’””

As the new year begins…

This Twitter thread from Kate Manne struck me as an important one to share more widely

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Quietly resurrecting The Practical Feminist

A while back, I’m not sure why, I made this blog private. It’s time to resurrect it and start writing again.

The first post on this blog dates back to October 2016. And, because there are several posts reblogged from another blog I had, some posts date back to 2012.

All of that to say that there is some naΓ―vety in some of the posts. The posts are – most often – very binary in terms of gender. There is little mention of 2SLGBTQQIA+ folks, BIPOC folks, folks with lived experience with disability or mental health needs.

I’ll aim to do better with my writing in 2022.

Tough Enough

I had a dialogue about Toxic Masculinity with a Tim Gittings, a reader of this blog, and he was generous enough to submit this blog entry:

Tough Enough
by Tim Gittings

I come from a long line of settler-colonialists. I am a child of the American West. It doesn’t matter that I actually spent the vast majority of my life in the Midwest, I was shaped by those wide-open spaces, those rugged, individualistic values, that weathered sense of masculine strength and resolve. Toughness is the cardinal value of my upbringing. My parents tried their hippy best to give me more nuance but my grandmother’s taciturn sharpness and gun-locker closet were always a match for that soft pull. Continue reading “Tough Enough”

Free Speech, Civil Discourse and Your Right to Bullshit

Recently, the primary author of this blog was attacked through several social media platforms and e-mail for voicing her thoughts and opinions about the #MeToo movement and especially some news in her local community. Following that, guest blogger Edward Stanley submitted this:

Free Speech, Civil Discourse and Your Right to Bullshit

Hi. If you’re here, you might be a bit hazy on the concepts of free speech and civil discourse, or perhaps you’ve been referred here by someone else who thinks you are. If so, that’s OK. These are concepts that many people think they understand and surprisingly few actually do. Continue reading “Free Speech, Civil Discourse and Your Right to Bullshit”

Wait. How are you NOT angry?

Lots of people who don’t agree with me call me “angry.”

Now, on a day-in-day-out kind of basis, I rarely feel anger. I do not get angry about other drivers or about my kids not cleaning their rooms or about not being able to find a parking spot or about having to pay for parking or about the casserole dish that inexplicably exploded in my oven last night.

I rarely react to daily life kinds of things in anger. Continue reading “Wait. How are you NOT angry?”

I’ll never stop believing survivors

Every time I speak out about sexual harassment, sexual assault, and rape, someone screams “false accusations” or “innocent until proven guilty” or “women assault men too” or all three at me. Every. Single. Time.

Let me be very clear, I believe survivors. I will never stop believing survivors. Will I be wrong to believe someone at some point? Probably, but it’s highly unlikely, so I will always err on the side of believing someone who says they have been harassed or assaulted. Always. Continue reading “I’ll never stop believing survivors”

I am not required to debate you

The last several days have been hard. As you likely know if you’ve been following this blog for a while (or any other social media accounts held or run by this blog’s author), I am outspoken about several issues.

A little background:
It is no secret that I have two Facebook accounts. One is very private with the test for acceptance of a “friend” being: a) have I met this individual in person; b ) do I like them; and c) am I comfortable with them seeing pictures of my children? If someone cannot pass all three tests (with flying colours in the cases of the latter two questions), they are not welcome on my private Facebook profile. Continue reading “I am not required to debate you”