Let Me Tell You About Me and David Bowie

I was probably 12 when my Aunt Rita took me and my cousins to Books-A-Million in Tallahassee, and rummaging through a discount bin I found a David Bowie biography with a black and white cover. I think I was probably looking for dirty jokes books and this one…

Thoughts about The Bletchley Circle and Sex Dynamics in Fem-Cinema

Fem-Cinema? Fem-inema? No that’s…

The Hard Hat in the Room

Street harassment is obviously wrong but there is a very large elephant in the chat room as well. That the…

Streets Are Talking

NOTE: DRAFT

He’s tall, white, handsome, well-dressed, well-groomed, obviously well-educated…

In Which I Speak of the Perfection and Cruelty of Beyoncé

It’s Supposed to Sting

You can measure the maturity of a person, movement or ideology by how well it takes jokes about itself. I usually try…

My History of Feminism To Date

1. You cannot play baseball.
2. You can play, but there is no crying in baseball.
3. That is absurd, of…