PIERRE, S.D., Feb. 22 — Setting up to become the first state in 14 years to start a direct legal attack on Roe v. Wade, lawmakers voted on Wednesday to outlaw nearly all abortions.
This is just the first of several cases currently in the legal pipeline specifically designed to challenge Roe at the Supreme Court level.
What in the hell are we supposed to do about this?
Thursday
2006: Women allowed to wear pants
What is this you say? Somewhere, the powers that be (PTB) of some totalitarian government have decreed that after centuries of oppression, girls and women can wear pants now? Or did we get the date wrong and this is actually a flashback to the days of Amelia Bloomer?
Actually, it's the PTB of the figure skating world. One of the more interesting changes of this Olympics is that some women figure skaters are wearing cool-ass pants when they compete. Irina Slutskaya looked awesome and powerful in her pantsuit Tuesday night. And when the pair skaters are both wearing pants, it sort of turns the visual gender dichotomy on its head just a tad. Me likey.
Actually, it's the PTB of the figure skating world. One of the more interesting changes of this Olympics is that some women figure skaters are wearing cool-ass pants when they compete. Irina Slutskaya looked awesome and powerful in her pantsuit Tuesday night. And when the pair skaters are both wearing pants, it sort of turns the visual gender dichotomy on its head just a tad. Me likey.
Tuesday
Irritating words
You know what word I can't stand? "Bump." As in "Baby Bump." For some reason the entertainment news channels have adopted this as the universal term for being visibly pregnant. I'm not sure why it bugs me. It strikes me as a little crass, somehow.
Wednesday
Take that, you capitalist godbags!
The state of Massachusetts is making Poop-Mart carry emergency contraception!!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
The Massachusetts Board of Registration in Pharmacy on Tuesday ruled in favor of three women who filed complaints claiming that the stores refused to fill their prescriptions.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
The Massachusetts Board of Registration in Pharmacy on Tuesday ruled in favor of three women who filed complaints claiming that the stores refused to fill their prescriptions.
Monday
Buzzed skiing is drunk skiing
What the heck is the big whoop-dee-doo that Bode Miller has skiied drunk? EVERYONE skis drunk at some point or another (well ok not everyone, but if you haven't you are missing out)! What do you think we do in the lodge during breaks? I want to know who these people are that are so scandalized by this.
Confessional
I haven't touched my dissertation since November 29, 2005.
I have, however, ordered various books related to the dissertation in a vain attempt to find the confidence required to proceed with the creation of valid and reliable scales and data analysis, including trying to figure out how confirmatory factor analysis works. I have not seriously read these books yet.
I have, however, ordered various books related to the dissertation in a vain attempt to find the confidence required to proceed with the creation of valid and reliable scales and data analysis, including trying to figure out how confirmatory factor analysis works. I have not seriously read these books yet.
Same-o same-o
After a pretty uneventful weekend, this morning started off on a fresh, hopeful note. Something about Monday mornings; they're optimistic somehow. I changed my routine and stopped at Enoteca Vespaio for a strong double americano and a currant semolina scone (their scones are totally good, not like those inedible crumbly things that turn to raw dough in your mouth that various coffee shops call 'scones'). The drive to San Marcos was actually enjoyable, aside from Air America radio constantly cutting out.
At work, I have been charged with the task of getting a federal grant proposal out the door by or before February 24th. At first I thought I would be sort of shepherding it through as various other people would write sections of it and i would pull it all together along with the bazillion federal forms that are required. But, it became clear last week that no, I would be writing the bulk of the 30 page narrative including the literature review. I'm not exactly complaining, because preparing this grant is a lot more interesting than my actual work. The grant is to evaluate the effectiveness of violence prevention programs - which is totally my thing, though I've never done a truly rigorous evaluation with randomly assigned experimental and control groups, which is what the feds want. So it's a little intimidating. What's really got me anxious though is that the people who are on the grant with me (the various PhDs from the university) are not exactly inspiring confidence. None of them has explicit experience with evaluation research, and none with youth violence prevention. I'm realizing that I don't have anyone to cling to - which I suppose is good for me. I'm supposed to have my PhD in about a year, and there won't be much difference in what I know right now and what I will know then - in other words, I need to start stepping up with the confidence that will be expected of me once I have the credentials after my name.
So anyway, I tried to work on it over the weekend but just felt overwhelmed and paralyzed. Which by now I recognize as my process (I fritter away all of the time allotted to a task feeling nervous and frantically reading things, and then in the last three or four days finally pound it out). Friday night we did do something constructive though; we went to the Elysium for the Handsome Joel Foundation benefit. Charlie opened up the show with his timeless acoustic tunes, and played "You make me feel retarded" just for M. and I. A few games of pinball, some free shots from Frap (apparently, being friends with one of the Breshears clan equals lots of shots of Jaeger), and we headed home.
Saturday night we saw Capote, and Sunday I was avoiding work so much that I actually watched some of the superbowl, which I usually girlcott as a matter of principle (working a few years in the sexual assault/domestic violence field will do that to ya).
And finally, I want to officially welcome Kenton Elias Le into the world, born January 1st to my best friend and her husband up in AK. I'm heading back to my hometown to meet him this summer with a stopover in Seattle (yay!).
At work, I have been charged with the task of getting a federal grant proposal out the door by or before February 24th. At first I thought I would be sort of shepherding it through as various other people would write sections of it and i would pull it all together along with the bazillion federal forms that are required. But, it became clear last week that no, I would be writing the bulk of the 30 page narrative including the literature review. I'm not exactly complaining, because preparing this grant is a lot more interesting than my actual work. The grant is to evaluate the effectiveness of violence prevention programs - which is totally my thing, though I've never done a truly rigorous evaluation with randomly assigned experimental and control groups, which is what the feds want. So it's a little intimidating. What's really got me anxious though is that the people who are on the grant with me (the various PhDs from the university) are not exactly inspiring confidence. None of them has explicit experience with evaluation research, and none with youth violence prevention. I'm realizing that I don't have anyone to cling to - which I suppose is good for me. I'm supposed to have my PhD in about a year, and there won't be much difference in what I know right now and what I will know then - in other words, I need to start stepping up with the confidence that will be expected of me once I have the credentials after my name.
So anyway, I tried to work on it over the weekend but just felt overwhelmed and paralyzed. Which by now I recognize as my process (I fritter away all of the time allotted to a task feeling nervous and frantically reading things, and then in the last three or four days finally pound it out). Friday night we did do something constructive though; we went to the Elysium for the Handsome Joel Foundation benefit. Charlie opened up the show with his timeless acoustic tunes, and played "You make me feel retarded" just for M. and I. A few games of pinball, some free shots from Frap (apparently, being friends with one of the Breshears clan equals lots of shots of Jaeger), and we headed home.
Saturday night we saw Capote, and Sunday I was avoiding work so much that I actually watched some of the superbowl, which I usually girlcott as a matter of principle (working a few years in the sexual assault/domestic violence field will do that to ya).
And finally, I want to officially welcome Kenton Elias Le into the world, born January 1st to my best friend and her husband up in AK. I'm heading back to my hometown to meet him this summer with a stopover in Seattle (yay!).
Saturday
Thank you, Betty Friedan
How has Betty Friedan and feminism changed your life? Post your comments at the Ms. Magazine blog.
WASHINGTON (AP) -- Betty Friedan, whose manifesto "The Feminine Mystique" became a best seller in the 1960s and laid the groundwork for the modern feminist movement, died Saturday, her birthday. She was 85.
Friedan died at her home of congestive heart failure, according to a cousin, Emily Bazelon.
Friedan's assertion in her 1963 best seller that having a husband and babies was not everything and that women should aspire to separate identities as individuals, was highly unusual, if not revolutionary, just after the baby and suburban booms of the Eisenhower era.
The feminine mystique, she said, was a phony bill of goods society sold to women that left them unfulfilled, suffering from "the problem that has no name" and seeking a solution in tranquilizers and psychoanalysis.
"A woman has got to be able to say, and not feel guilty, `Who am I, and what do I want out of life?' She mustn't feel selfish and neurotic if she wants goals of her own, outside of husband and children," Friedan said.
In the racial, political and sexual conflicts of the 1960s and '70s, Friedan's was one of the most commanding voices and recognizable presences in the women's movement.
Betty Friedan, philosopher of modern-day feminism, dies
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