@Lauren C. Ostberg@facebook Thanks for your response! I think there is a place for editorial input on moments like that within pieces. Like, if The Hairpin wants (which I can't really assume, but I hope they do) to present feminist material, they could turn to you and mention the line, and suggest that you include maybe one more sentence reflecting on that reaction. I don't think an honest sentiment like that should be excised, because that's part of what I love about this website and other similar outlets: they're honest reflections of what our daily lives entail. But I've grown used to a vague culture of reflection here at the Hairpin, and I think there's a way to do it that both preserves honest expression and encourages a standard of social awareness. Websites like this build culture, however small the impact of any given individual post, and the privilege and power of having a widely-read media outlet, I believe, come with a responsibility to use them... at least with intention, if not for outright social good.
Anyway, I felt my original comment was aimed more at the Hairpin editorial staff than at you, the author, fwiw.
The woman who pours my whiskey is tall, which helps me take her seriously, despite her perky demeanor and conventional attractiveness.
@Jaya Yeah, but she's not the point. She's like the Mary Poppins of The Princess Bride - the real magic's in Dick Van Dyke/Westley.
Chances that's Lisa Frank herself dancing in the bear costume?
I have been! Twice. It's my favorite place on earth. It's home.
@iceberg There's lots about Burning Man that's totally awful. You're not wrong. But it all really pales in comparison with the sheer beauty and drama of the experience. Those photos don't even quite capture it.
Ah! I'm getting all teary in a lecture right now! Didn't get to go this year, but those photos really transported me. Thanks for posting.
I'm not sure how you have all the same thoughts as me. It's kind of unsettling.
You are a much better writer though. Thanks for this :)
@Quinn A@twitter Yeah, I was taught to do it to avoid splinters, and I only do it until they feel smooth and splinter-free. And I never do it if they're durable lacquered ones or plastic or something.
Sounds like Emma never got the memo. I hope you aren't swallowing splinters, dear!
@I'm Right on Top of that, Rose Yeah, that's the line I walk with Catholicism. Part of me is just done, excepting the longshot of them ordaining women within my lifetime. And then part of me is like, "No! This is my church too! I can't let them keep it to their bigoted selves, that means they win!"
Although in the last few years, I've been finding a lot of spiritual growth in a few different pagan practices, and the more research I do on that, the more roads lead me back to the church. There are SO many traditions that have been kept alive by attributing it to some saint, or by grandmothers sneakily passing on old wisdom to their own daughters and granddaughters. Subverting the sanctioned hierarchy has actually been a part of church life for as long as it's existed. I'm toying with the idea that if I construe "Catholic church" pretty broadly, subverting it is an age-old practice of it. It's actually brought me back closer to the church than I've been in years.