Come to a Salon at Stowe at 5 p.m. this Thursday at the Harriet Beecher Stowe Center at 77 Forest St. in Hartford. I’ll be there, as will be:
Carolyn M. Treiss, executive director of Connecticut’s Permanent Commission on the Status of Women
Kyle Turner, student at University of Hartford
C’mon. There’s food. There’s conversation. What more could you want?
For reservations to this free event, contact Info@StoweCenter.org or call 860-522-9258, x317. Hope to see you there.
Read this essay she wrote on online harassment and bullying. It includes:
During a conference championship game on Sunday, I posted a comment to Twitter that some found unsportsmanlike. I didn’t much care for three players bleeding on the court, and I tweeted that the opponent was “playing dirty & can kiss my team’s free throw making .” The volume of hatred that exploded at me in response was staggering.
I routinely cope with tweets that sexualize, objectify, insult, degrade and even physically threaten me. I have already — recently, in fact — looked into what is legally actionable in light of such abuse, and have supplied Twitter with scores of reports about the horrifying content on its platform. But this particular tsunami of gender-based violence and misogyny flooding my Twitter feed was overwhelming.
Tweets rolled in, calling me a cunt, a whore or a bitch, or telling me to suck a two-inch dick. Some even threatened rape, or “anal anal anal.”
And thanks, Cynical, for the link.
Check out Emma’s Beauty Tips from Lego.
Why-oh-why would a 5- to 12-year old need beauty tips?
Because it’s awesome, that’s why.
Lois sends this, an awesome essay about getting older (as a woman) and flouting the rules — of fashion, of just about everything else. (What you can’t see in the photo at right is the cutline: “Bitch face and ton of liner. I regret nothing.”
A sample, from Shannon Barber:
To the horror of the woman I was speaking to, I was in fact fully aware that my over the knee boots and very tight pants accentuated my large thighs.
A very helpful woman maybe my age or a bit older whispered to me in the grocery store that my outfit might have been more flattering if I wore a tunic or long jacket. As it was my hip length cardigan combined with the boots and tight pants fully exposed my terrible secret.
I have big meaty thighs. The thing that brought on the horror was that I responded to the fashion advice with a smile and the declaration that I liked my outfit and had done it on purpose.
From the Washington Post and linked to a graphic from the Center for American Progress. Then, too, the figures are from 2010. Wonder what a difference five years makes.