Carole Lombard
The journalist wanted to know if perhaps menstruation was kept hidden just because it’s private, rather than shameful. I asked her to think about the ways our society structures work that compel us to keep it private and secret. For instance, how easily can you find menstrual products in your school or workplace when you need them? (There’s a tampon dispenser in the women’s room in my campus building, but the sign has read EMTY for the all the years I’ve worked there.) I also spoke with her about a terrific study by Tomi-Ann Roberts and her colleagues about attitudes toward menstruation, in which a research confederate dropped a hair clip in one scenario and a tampon in another. Dropping the tampon led the research participants to offer lower evaluations of the confederate’s competence and decreased liking for her; they even displayed a mild tendency to avoid sitting close to her. This suggests that women conceal menstruation for good reason – to avoid appearing disabled.
— Is Menstruation a Disability? | Society for Menstrual Cycle Research (via notemily)
Liz Phair - H.W.C.
He’s Just Not That Into You seems like a glaring omission here, but other than that, a fun article.
In the 21st century, thin equals success: posh clothes shops don’t make big sizes; rich footballers marry skinny birds. And fat is no longer just a feminine issue. These days men, worried about the moobs, are every bit as likely to refuse the bread at lunch as their wives. The days of the porky chief executive with his “chauffeur chub” and long lunches are gone; these days moguls are lean, mean and up at 6am to work out with their personal trainers. It is the poor, with their takeaway buckets of fried chicken and cheap processed stodge, who are fat.
Now that Belle has outed herself, I wonder why it remains so difficult for people — or indeed the law — to understand that not all prostitutes conform to the stereotype of the abused, trafficked, addicted victim. Of course such women exist in vast, shaming and regrettable numbers. But to claim, as so many commentators did last week, that this is the only version of prostitution that exists seems to me extraordinarily naive.
The fact that I don’t wear a grubby mac or a trilby with a press card in it and don’t spend my evenings going through your bins doesn’t mean I’m not a journalist — only that I’m not one kind of journalist. The fact that Susan Boyle isn’t Beyoncé doesn’t mean she isn’t a singer. Nice estate agents must exist; you do (not often, admittedly) come across a human-seeming traffic warden or member of parliament. So why maintain that there categorically cannot exist a single former prostitute who a) doesn’t think she did anything morally heinous and b) never got assaulted?
Cohabitation is gradually gaining more recognition in English law and without much debate. Recently, special laws for cohabitants, which would treat them like married couples on separation or death, have been proposed by the Law Commission and, in a private bill, by the Liberal Democrat peer Lord Lester. This is dangerous. Despite the no doubt good intentions, cohabitation law retards the emancipation of women, degrades relationships, takes away choice and would extend an already unsatisfactory maintenance law for married couples to another group. Women do not need and ought not to require to be kept by men (and vice versa) after their relationship has come to an end. Instead, we should all have the right to live together without having a legal structure imposed without our consent or contract to that effect.
— Ruth Deech - professor of law at Gresham College, London, and a crossbench peer, writes in The Observer today.
For Baida, as for many Iraqi suicide bombers, violent insurgency was the family business. It was shortly after the American invasion that her brothers began to manufacture IEDs. One was killed when his handiwork exploded as he was concealing it. She had cousins who were also insurgents. While they were paid for their work, she said, she was herself motivated mainly by revenge. Later it would be revenge for the deaths of her father and four brothers in what she said was a joint American-Iraqi raid on their home, but at first it was more general. She told me she watched the Americans shoot a neighbour in 2005, and she replayed the image over and over in her mind: “I saw him running toward them, and then they shot him in the neck. I still see him. I still remember how he fell when the Americans shot him, and I saw him clawing on the ground in the dust before his soul left his body. After that I began to help with making the improvised explosive devices.”
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