Nooooooooooooooo Babieeeeeeeeees

Boyfriend and I say this to each other at least once a day. Neither of us want kids right now, and neither of us can imagine ever wanting kids. Maybe I can blame my lack of maternal instinct on my genes , but however I choose to do it, I understand that I will be forever justifying this life choice to strangers, friends and family alike.

The Nice Guy Thing

So I know that this has been all over various feminist blogs and it's been said better before, but I just really wanted to vent my frustration over the Nice Guy Thing.

Whether you know it or not, you know about the Nice Guy Thing. You've heard a guy talk about the female friend that he has "feelings" for (for the Nice Guy, these feelings are more related to a stirring in the pants than any emotion), and how she doesn't know he exists, and she's always dating these assholes, and when will she realize that he's perfect for her?!

Welcome To My Business, Seriously.

OK, if you are not a fan of TMI, I recommend that you probably shouldn't read this cause I am going to invite you into my personal life in a way that involves periods. Stop reading now if periods gross you out! Or, you know, educate yourself. Whatever.

Trouble In Paradise: Shitty Things About The Whedon-verse

So I was reading over at Shapely Prose and came upon Snarky's Machine talking about the importance of discussing the problematic aspects of things that you actually like (pop culture-wise). She mentions that it's pretty much just shooting fish in a barrel to point out what's wrong with shit you hate. I can see how one might be tempted to ignore those moments that conflict with our personal principles when it comes to our favorite things. So I decided to talk about something that is deeply troubling to me about one of my favorite things. Namely, the super shitty attitude displayed towards gay men in the Whedon-verse.

So About That Rape Culture...

I, like the majority of North Americans with televisions, watched the Academy Awards on Sunday night. There had been some hints in the red carpet coverage that Neil Patrick Harris might be doing something during the opening, and I was excited to see him. The NPH came out in a sparkly, pin striped tux jacket, with dancing girls, on a Follies-like stage, and began to sing. Within about ten seconds, however, the smile was wiped from my face.

I Really DO Think Of The Menz!

Honest I do. Who could get away with not thinking about the menz? They're kinda all over the place. They kinda won't let us not think about them.

There is this prominent idea in pop culture of the man hating feminist. I can't, in good conscience, deny the possibility of this person's existence (and I can't babysit anymore), but none of the feminists that I know or have met and almost none of the feminists I've ever even heard of have held this extreme stance.