accidental feminist

“a jury of her peers” = women who don’t clean their house are probably murderers January 31, 2006

I just finished reading this short story by Susan Glaspell. Very potent. Funny story: I’m reading it thinking “This would make a great play. I can imagine the staging so clearly…maybe I should adapt it.” So I walk into the office feeling very artsy and clever this morning, when I see Chris reading the story as well:

Me: Like the story?

Chris: It’s funny. I actually taught this as a play.

Me: It was adapted into a play?

Chris: No, it was originally a play.

Wow, I am so a century ago.

Guilt 101 January 28, 2006

I had called Yosef and the kids in the middle of a particularly long work day. I was between a meeting and a evening club that I sponsor at school, and I wanted the kids to hear my voice. Dina got on first.

Dina: Where are you Mommy?

Me: I’m at school.

Dina: I need you, Mommy.

Me: I know, but I have a long day at work today.

Dina: But you have a family.

Ouch.

server upgrade January 26, 2006

i just did a server upgrade. if you notice that anything’s broken, please let me know at howsmydriving@accidentalfeminist.com. thankoo.

Women! Treacherous snakes!

I just watched a rockin’ episode of 24: Season 2. I think it was 5 PM- 6 PM. It was full of twists and excitement. One thing struck me, though (and this may be considered a chris’ spoiler, so sorry): Marie turns out to be a covert terrorist, Palmer’s ex-wife is plotting to overthrow him, and, of course, we all know about Nina, but in this episode she almost gets away with killing Jack. Moral: it’s the chix! I mean, sure, there are male villains, but we all know who they are. The women, of course, are much more covert. And, of course, they’re all ex-lovers, ex-wives, or fiances. Men, beware: we will win your heart, then rip it out of your chest and hold it in front of your face, still beating in our hands…and we will laugh.

And by the way, a clementine that has, like, three of four seeds per tiny segment is not worth it! (That was not thematically related; I was just eating one while I wrote this.)

Got (knitting) game?

With so much talk about gender politics (and game) dominating the accidental feminist for the past few months (and my continued inability to figure out how to comment), I decided to look at the topic through the phenomenon of knitting. Though it may be particular to sassy women (OK, and gay/emo men) in American culture, it is not so through the entirety of the world. In Peru and Bolivia, men do the knitting while women dye the fibers and hold the yarn! If men in those countries get yarn holders, then why can’t we American women get our men folk to do the same? Is the fact that these women have to sit and watch in boredom as the men drop stitches of their beautiful wool a sign of subjugation? Is it disrespectful for my boo to reply with “You’ve got to be kidding” when asked to hold my yarn?
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Back from where? January 25, 2006

Hi Spike, thanks for the shout out in your comment. Accidental Feminist ha sbeen doign an amazing job - and there could never be too many of her smiling faces on the site.

There are a couple of points worth noting, stretching from the beginning of the month to now.
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This is getting creepy… January 24, 2006

There are too many pictures of my face on this blog. See! There’s another one! Webmaster, please help!

feminist fun fact #4

I stand corrected. I have just learned that there really are women who will refuse to give birth without being bribed with gifts (the corellary to which seems to be that they also will refuse to concieve before they can verify that a gift will be forthcoming upon said birthing).

Bassie learns the art of flattery January 22, 2006

Said while she was watching her Aunt Elisa color in a rainbow they had drawn together:

“In my whole life I never knew that a rainbow could be so beautiful.”

Bassie Klein for President in 2046.

My travels through the alphabet January 18, 2006

Well, it’s official. After being a slightly overweight teen, going through two pregnancies, two years of nursing, and the subsequent suspension of said nursing, I had been through almost the entire alphabet of bra sizes. And yes, when I finally got up the courage to have myself offically sized at GAP Body today, the saleswoman verified what I had feared: I can now add an “A” to that list.

After sizing me and helping me pick out some bras that actually fit, she asked if I needed anything else.

Me: What? Like moral support?

Saleslady: (laughing) That’s funny.

Pause. Silence.

Saleslady: (walking away) Okay, then, let me know if there’s anything else.

Just add it to the list of the many things they don’t tell you about having kids, along with “you will never sleep in again” and “from now on, faint, high pitched door creaks or other such ambient sounds will make your ears perk up and your stomach drop as though your child were in imminent danger.”

Tra-la-la.