Joyce Carol Oates’s book Mudwoman is an academic novel; the main character is in the first year in her role as the first woman president of a prestigious…
(See what I did there? That’s the second post in a row where I’ve come up with a clever title with two possible meanings, both in the traditional academic sense and in the socio-economic…
This summer, I boldly proclaimed that I was sick of trying to fit into whatever mould I thought would lead to success and acceptance in higher education. I’ve been forced to re-examine that…
Before I begin this post, I want to draw your attention to what’s happened to Rumana Monzur. She’s my age. She’s a wife, a mother, an academic, just like me. I…
It’s no secret that I love to teach. This blog is a testament to how much I love teaching. This is a complex statement to make as a female academic; because of my mother-hen tendencies, I could/can be seen as being too…
My daughter was physically precocious when she was little; she was crawling before she was six months, walking by the time she was ten months old. She also loved to climb and would scale the…
Have you seen or heard about one of the sitcoms on NBC, coming this fall (2011)? It’s called Whitney, and while it’s a show about “relationships” (shudder), the…
This week’s Bad Female Academic’s post is, once again, inspired by a reader’s comment. From last week’s post on wanting to be paid what I’m worth (by the way, thanks for making it the first post I’ve ever had in the “Most-Read”…
While I was back at “home” over the holidays (at my mom’s, in the same house I grew up in), I proudly told my mother about my upcoming trip to D.C. to participate in the New Faculty Majority’s National Summit, Reclaiming Academic Democracy…
Last week, my kids and I were watching videos online of dinosaurs. After every 1–2 minute video, we would have to sit through an ad for “Camp Dirt.” It’s another…