you are an adorable human.
chomp!
AUTOSTRADDLE, WHY YOU STILL NO WORK? Like seriously, my life is ruined because it’s still not working, and I hate having to use Internet explorer, y'know? I can’t cope Riese
you guys i am really so sorry. i don’t even know. if it makes you feel any better, shit on our end isn’t much better, we are having w'press problems too. we were going to switch servers last week but then it got pushed to this week b/c we wanted to make sure to do it right. so it will change this weekend hopefully for the better.
but email tess [at] autostraddle dot com and tell her what’s going on, as per:
http://www.autostraddle.com/contact/
I am doing a Master’s degree. I have suddenly started having panic attacks. Are the two related?
i’m not saying they are but i’m definitely not saying they aren’t.
Facebook brings me back to reality. I currently dont like reality so i think i might just deactivate it. Is that a good idea? or am i just running away from my problems..
if shutting off facebook is running away from your problems, maybe running away from your problems isn’t such a bad thing
we haven’t seen each other in a while, but there’s been a lot of text-flirting. she’s newly single. we’re having dinner and “hanging out” soon. she’s stone-cold sober, whereas i can’t make any moves without social lubrication. what to do?
this one is hard because i would also be completely lost in that situation. i’m going to say go for it sober, and try to really own the awkwardness. it can be cute. it can be a thing. when you walk her back to the parking lot after dinner you can say “this is where i would normally ask if i can drive you home, but since i haven’t had a drink you’re going to have to do it instead, ok?”
I’m to shy to meet fellow AS readers for now. I’m preparing myself (aka coming to terms with who i am) so when i’m ready, i’ll partake in international know your straddler week. I hope this is ok. I love you guys
hey guess what
they’re ready for you. you’re important and you actively pertain to the fabric of who we all are as people.
maybe none of us feels really really ready to jump over the candlestick, but it’s the fact that we do it anyway that defines us as a thing.
and you’re part of that.
as lost / alone / wrong / different / less than / terrified as you feel, so does she. so do we.
it’s that there is a you - a me a she a he a s/he - that actually and literally creates us.
i don’t know, i just love you.
my new girlfriend moans all the time but is otherwise perfect. what do I do? I mean she hated work, she can’t eat because she’s tired, she’s so tired she can’t eat, she hates her internship, they all think she’s stupid … 80 percent of the time
the first sentence of this question was amazing and the rest of it made me wonder if i might be your girlfriend?
It’s not just about the fact that if we clearly cannot agree on what feminism is, how can we even go about agreeing on what post-feminism is, but that the very term negates both the activism and identity of those who regard feminism as a work in progress, not just something to be studied in the history books (with the requisite buzzphrase “bra burning,” sans explanation about its origins in a single protest at the 1968 Miss America Pageant Freedom Trash Can bonfire). Witness the upcoming National Feminist Coming Out Day. Witness sites like Autostraddle, Bitch magazine, Clutch magazine (“only online magazine for Black women”), and Feministing (and so many other feminist blogs), to name a few. I think you have to go out of your way to ignore all the people who identify with, grapple with, and engage with the idea of feminism to state, definitively, that we’re living in a “post-feminist” era.
This essay on HuffPo about Why Ubiquitous Use of the Term “Post-Feminist Is an Insult to Feminism cites AS as one of the sites who participates in feminism as a work-in-progress with Feministing and Bitch and Clutch and I know this sounds crazy but this makes me so fucking happy I’m sort of crying? This means everything to me. Like everything in the whole world. I hope it means something to you too. You do you, ladies and otherwise-identified queer humans of various orientations and gender identities and feelings about Jenny, you fucking do you. WE ARE ALL A PART OF THE FUTURE OF FEMINISM, you fucking weirdos, don’t forget it.
hi laneia. is it true that lesbians and gay men don’t get along? that’s what my gay guy friend told me. just wondering…
whatever your gay guy friend is just a jealous bitchy dramawad. i never did like him.
JKJKJKJK he’s just silly. i think carlytron only has gay guy friends, so.
what are your feelings please about dried vs. canned legumes?
omgomgomg so many feelings! or really just one: dried, always. it’s so cheap it’s stupid. i do a lot of my shopping at indian/middle eastern groceries, which i highly recommend. i buy 5-pound bags of dried chickpeas for like $6. that’s what like twenty cups of dried chickpeas at once? and they double in volume when cooked. so when you divide $6 by like 40 cups, it works out to being basically free. if you don’t have any ethnic groceries nearby your chain supermarket probably has an “ethnic”/“hispanic”/“latin” aisle, which I usually refer to as “the Goya aisle,” and you can buy your Goya brand beans/lentils/legumes there for relatively cheap.
and i guess cooking them might seem “annoying” or whatever but really it’s not. especially if you have a slow cooker or rice cooker. if i want chickpeas for dinner i put them in my rice cooker in the morning with a shit ton of water and set the delay timer to be ready when i get home from work, and use the brown rice setting. it works out so that they soak in there for like eight hours, and then cook just exactly long enough.
don’t you feel accomplished now? you have all these fucking delicious chickpeas (or black eyed peas or lentils or black beans or what have you) and you’re like six seconds away from homemade hummus. probably you can just call it a day and go take a nap now. wake up in time for homemade hummus.
Lesbian families are a thing - but to the scientific community, they still sometimes seem like an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in Melissa Etheridge. Here are some of the hard facts.
I am a lesbian and have been out and with my girlfriend for 2 years and am madly in love with her. I am overtly rational and it really freaks me out that I am a biological anomaly. How do you get over the fact that what we are is intrinsically unnatural?
this is one thing i feel almost qualified to answer! i have had variations on this feeling before, but i also had a really good psych teacher at one point in my life who did a really great unit on homosexuality and he absolutely hammered into our heads that homosexuality is “natural, but not normal.” natural meaning a naturally occurring biological fact - something that is in our design, that is meant to be there in the same way our eyes or our toes are. normal meaning commensurate with the average, commonly found in a survey of the world at large. so, it’s true that we are not ‘normal’ by the dictionary definition, strictly because of the numbers. but there is nothing unnatural or anomalous about us.
basically, my completely unscientific and totally biased findings are that your awesome-sounding rock solid relationship with your girlfriend is way more of an anomaly than the fact that you’re both ladies. so if you’re going to freak out about something, freak out about that maybe. i know i would.