Away

Hmmm. Perhaps it's not a great idea to start a new writing space and then promptly ignore it. But I have a good reason, I promise. I'll be cavorting about in Sydney, Australia and later in New Zealand with my super cool college roommate for the next two weeks, so no blogging and minimal emailing starts now.

In the meantime, go read about the evolution of the creepy "Stupak on Steroids" clause GOP lawmakers tried to sneak into legislation last month:

The House GOP's Plan to Redefine Rape

While you're reading, keep in mind that so-called "forcible" rape basically means the cliched notion of a woman walking in a dimly lit area and being accosted by an unknown stranger. Meanwhile, when you've had too much to drink or someone slips a little something into the one drink you ordered, or when your intimate partner/husband/boyfriend/whatever claims that being in a relationship equals unlimited consent, or when you've been violated but feel like it's not a big deal because it's not "rape-rape"--all of those are just fine.

2011: Now with 100% More Focus

If you were directed here by a link at Xanga, welcome. Same to anyone else who ends up here, which probably includes people willing to dig 20-odd pages deep into a Google search for "sex" and also the occasional Parks and Recreation fan (who will appreciate the blog title as a loving nod to Leslie Knope). Actually, if anyone isn't currently watching P&R you should start because I've never seen a show so consistently have fun with feminism but not at its expense. Knope for President!

But I digress. Basically, I noticed that my scattered, post-college heap of a blog was becoming a dumping ground for half-hearted rants about political attempts to erode hard-won reproductive rights. Rather than continue neglecting the site, I've decided to relocate and re-focus. Third wave feminism is a minefield of theories and opinions on everything from sex to parenting to consumerism to disenfranchisement to the intersection of race/class/gender. I don't, for one minute, wish to pretend I have answers. What I do have is the desire to craft a working (and constantly evolving) meta-narrative born of interpretation and experience.

Now doesn't that sound like fun?