Part of the value of a humanistic education has to do with a consciousness of, and a familiarity with, the limits that you’ll spend the rest of your life talking about and pushing against. So it’s probably natural for college students to be a little ironic, a little unsettled.

Just as I believe in blaming capitalism for the financial situation of those on welfare, I believe in blaming the age we live in for why I am so annoying.

Growing up, I didn’t read novels by women. It’s not that I didn’t want to. It’s almost like I didn’t think that I needed to or, I guess, I didn’t know that I needed to. I was perfectly happy in a world contained by men. I adopted the posture of the brooding male as my own. I was Salinger, I was Kerouac, I was any male protagonist in a novel that one of my boyfriends recommended. I didn’t know that there was a specific female sadness so I was content with relating to a generalized one. And in a way, reading these novels was less of a way to relate and more of a way to learn how to be the type of girl that these male novelists liked. One of my first ambitions wasn’t to be a writer – it was to be a writer’s muse.
Gabby Bess, in Dazed
I’ve got a new idol.

I’ve got a new idol.

I’m glad this article was written. Everyone I’ve heard from is raving about the new pantene ad but I don’t like that it’s trying to stop women’s use of the word “sorry.”

It’s a conscientiousness device. The reason women use it more is the reason that women are more conscientious in social interactions.

Prime example of a case where men should adopt a female practice instead of vice-versa. I’d love a world where more men say “sorry.”

My indebtedness to institutions and individuals is uncomfortably high in relation to the results.
Maybe my favourite preface to a book.
From Nelson Goodman’s Languages of Art.

It’s not feminist, but as a feminist, I fucking love making fun of white dudes.

The point of this page is to have discussions about feminist issues, not to debunk the same fallacies about free speech, ruining lives, etc. over and over again. If I wanted to argue in favour of the most basic truths of social justice activism until I was blue in the face/my opponent condescended to allow me the right to have an opinion but declared he “respectfully disagreed,” I would go, like, literally anywhere else.

Cuntry Living
is an Oxford University-based feminist zine, and its Facebook group might be my favorite place to read feminist discussions. It’s ripe with hidden bits of wisdom.

Follow their Tumblr here, because the magazine is great as well.