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"Was it really that difficult for you to imagine what Erin's point was, did you not even try, or did you actively not want to understand her?"

just wanted to start things off today with that there quote from a much longer post by an internet-friend of mine, taking to task a jackass who was all concern-troll-y .this internet-friend has proven to be insanely patient and pointed with concern-trolls or full-on-trolls et al. thank you, internet-friend, for being able to have these conversations over and over. i had just looked at the string of absurdities and assholeries and tapped right on out - i am too tired. i have zero desire to try to teach someone something they are actively being ignorant about. cheers to those who keep on keepin' on. lord knows it ain't easy. you make the world better. you make me a little less tired. a little more hopeful.

now! onwards to readings. lots of good stuff for you this week. check it:

{a true (illustrated) story by ariel schrag}

* the ping-pong theory of tech sexism

 

**trigger warning on these next two**

 

 

 

 

{anonymous for the nib} 

 

* trigger warning: breakfast

 

 

{from 'prey' written by kathleen hale for hazlitt}

 

* prey

 

on that last one there... it is a stunningly beautiful piece of writing, i think. it isn't a fun read, of course, it isn't an easy read. but, oh, it is something profoundly moving. it is a well-crafter work. if we must read these stories - and as long as the statistics are what they are i feel that we must - let them all be this honest, let them all cut this deeply.

 

happy friday, all of us playing dead on our backs.



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{bitches be besmirching, am i right?! photo borrowed from hazlitt but embellished by me, obvi}

so. dude. goes all a dude on the internets.

* david gilmour on building strong stomachs

i especially like the bit where he tells his students to elsewhere to read women authors. probably there is a class that is about lady-writers. that should be kept totes separate from his class cuz his class is just about literature. you know. the stuff written by men. duh.

so then the internets is all 'ummmmm, dude. really? dude...'

* memo to david gilmour
* an open letter to david gilmour
* virginia wolf, beloved chinese author

and then dude is all 'A SADS, I DIDN'T MEAN IT, YOU ARE MEAN, INTERNETS, YOU DON'T GET JOKES AND CONTEXT!' (aka 'WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH'.)

* there isn't a racist sexist bone in my body

(quote woody allen. nice. cause he's such a charming non-misogynist...)
(also * how not to apologize for saying something sexist)
so the internets is all 'well, okay i guess, here's the whole transcript for context, but, um, you just look bad still, dude.'

* the gilmour transcript

and no one is surprised, and all the internets high-fives and dances to solange and is gladness.

happy friday, i hope he gets fiiiiiiired! (then maybe he and franzen can hang out and talk about that time the internets hurts their feeeelings.)