Announcing "The New Feminism": The Last Thing Some Women Want Is For You To Treat Them As Men's Equals
I saw a suggested person to follow on Twitter. I hadn't heard of her before, but thought she looked pretty in a very "sunny" and friendly way, so I looked her up.
Sexual harassment's new meaning: Whatever women decide makes them uncomfortable.
(My take on the injustice that's been done to Bora here -- "About The Bora Controversy: If There's Anything That Makes Women Unequal To Men, It's The Need To Be Treated Like Fragile Pieces Of China.")
What Shetty should really be hand-wringing about is the fact that the Huffington Post doesn't pay for her work.
Of course, I solved the HuffPo no-pay problem early on, when Arianna herself -- of the gazillion square foot mansion and gamillions of dollars -- asked me to join those who write for her for free. We were at a party in the early evening at the house of an LA-based political analyst.
Arianna: Why don't you write for me, dahlink?
Me: Thanks, but I only write for pay.
Wow, huh? Problem solved!
See how easy it is to communicate when you, you know, do the adult thing and use your words? Right there in the moment.
And by the way, Arianna is a fuckload more powerful than Bora Zivkovic. Somehow, I managed to not sell out right then and there despite her power and influence being dangled before me. Amazing, huh?
I also said no when she asked to wear my purple earrings!! -- the earrings that I was wearing at the time -- to the Grammy's later that night. Yes, she wanted to take them right off my body. Because they went so well with the purple flowers in her purple and white dress.
No, Arianna. No.
Practice it, ladies! Here: "No! No! No! No, I won't."
Anyway, back to my Twitter lookup, and the reason I posted this blog item...check this out -- a tweet from some chick named Vivienne Élisabeth. (That's her Twitter profile name; she tweets as @viviennebreton.)
Following @priya4876's article in #HuffPo, we're organising a discussion/support group for women in science publishing. Reply if interested
Now, here's how Vivienne Élisabeth describes herself on Twitter:
Human being trapped in a woman's body. 3 degrees, 5 languages, fuck all common sense. Drinking Man's Debbie Harry. Depressive Barbara Windsor. MEDICAL EDITOR
East End of London, England
And she still needs a "support group"?
The day I join a "support group" for female writers is the day you can have somebody buckle my wrists to a bed, because it's a sign that something in me is terribly broken.
Announcing "The New Feminism": Women are not equal to men. They are less than men -- fragile little kittens who must be coddled and protected; who cannot speak for themselves; who need an authority figure to do speak for them and then punish those awful men; and who need "support groups" to continue in their work.
Count. Me. Out.
Oh, yeah, and on a related note, what's with going to conferences on science blogging? Can't you just, you know, blog?