What they once called Krystalnacht has just struck again, this time in Pennsylvania. What they call "domestic terrorism"—but is actually "white male Christian supremacy terrorism" has struck again, in mailed pipe bombs. But I refuse to forget what has dropped from the gorged news cycle. The Caravan.
I know I've been raving on about words even more than usual lately, but that's because to abuse language is to abuse thought itself, and we are drowning in abuses of thinking. Rethinking refreshes the mind.
Stubborn people, us feminists. We never give up on anybody or any group—particularly the women of any group. Latest evidence, the Irish referendum on a woman's right to choose her reproductive life: I rest my case.
The Me Too movement is about women daring to speak painful truths that we’ve been forced to bury from fear and shame, truths about what’s been done to us, about the secrets of our lives. But is it possible that women suffer even more from being compelled to keep the secrets of men's lives?
You might as well settle back. This may take me a while.
Because, oh my god, this has already taken too long a while. Too many tipping points.
I think it was around 1974 that Ms. magazine ran the first cover story on sexual harassment,...
So, serious stuff is happening. Like yet another Senate attempt to delay but later slither through a health bill that would literally kill thousands of Americans. Like Antarctica's ice-shelf calving an iceberg almost as large as Delaware. Like the United Nations closing down its cholera-vaccination...
Donald Trump's cesspool of lies, financial crimes, and likely treasonous acts against the United States are finally being investigated, so now he's whining that he's the victim of a "witch hunt." Well, I know a bit about witch hunts.