Ha! Tricked you into thinking this was a real post with the title! Actually, it’s link love. So here we go.
- M. LeBlanc at Bitch Ph.D wrote a thought-provoking article on women changing their names to their husband’s when they get married. I like it! It’s a subject that hasn’t been overdone. When I got married I kept my name, but a few years later got it changed because my father’s family was pissing me off and changing my last name to my husband’s was easier than changing it to anything else. All you need is a marriage license and boom, you have a new last name. And no, my husband’s last name is not “Fierce”. Read the comments to that article, too, because people bring up a few good counterpoints that should also be considered.
- Lesley at Fatshionista made me smile with this memory snippet of her in high school doing poetry readings and zines. I remember those days! Not so much the poetry readings part, because I thankfully kept my poetry to myself (it was BAD). But I remember, as she says, the late night Kinkos runs and glue sticks and stealing copies from Office Depot. I wasn’t in school anymore, though, I left when I was 16. Anyway! Yes, read the link.
- abby jean at FWD/Forward cracked me the fuck up with this little post about making fun of Dissociative Identity Disorder, a diagnosis I struggle/d with and don’t talk about much because most people either think it’s made up or have seen Sybil. It is completely misunderstood and I’ve kind of given up on the media ever portraying it correctly. I won’t watch that “United States of Tara” show because of that. Regardless! This passage is what really did it for me:
A person with Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD), which is more commonly and more accurately termed Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), does not manifest in multiple identical bodies. The whole point is that there is one body/mind that manifests multiple, distinct identities or personalities, called alter egos. A person who could split themselves into multiple identical bodies, all with distinct identities, is not a person with MPD or DID, but instead is some kind of magical self-cloning person who should probably be off fighting crime in Gotham City.
OKAY? Fucking Gotham City. Shut that shit down, girl.
- I’m getting the feeling that you people are not appreciating the fabulous pop culture analysis skills of Snarky’s Machine. YOU ARE DRIVING HER AWAY. STOP. Hello? She amazes me with how much detail she remembers about movies/music/TV I didn’t even know existed. She can shit out hilarious movie analysis in her sleep! Not that she shits the bed, of course. But if she did, it would be DVD shaped. She sees nuance in media I could never see. She can write about ANYTHING and make it interesting. If she had’ve written this blurb, it would be 20 times more funny and there might have been some kind of life lesson involved. Stop being a punk, quit trying to make her a social justice writer when she doesn’t want to be, and recognize that she’s still fucking awesome and smart and you are just lucky that you got to be alive when she was writing this shit. Done.
- Now while you’re feeling sheepish, go donate some money to Tiger Beatdown. I did! Because Sady & crew are shutting shit down and cracking me up with every post. And hey, maybe someday they’ll hire me and I’ll get that money back. HA!
No seriously, I need work.
- Finally, s.e. smith of this ain’t livin’ brings up an issue I rarely see tackled in her post on nonbinary feminists. I hate to be all “this is important” because I think people do that when they’re trying to overcompensate, but it actually is important and really needs to be discussed. It shows there’s really privilege in almost everything — even being at the intersections, because there’s always someone falling through the cracks.