Because I'm fucking bored. Even though I have a stupid feminism post to make for class. Except I just don't wanna. I'm trying to figure out what the effect on my grade will be if I just skip it.
I'm not seeing Mockingjay till Sunday, which kinda bums me out, but I am excited to go!
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
What kind of post do you have to make? Maybe we can help.
In what ways is the third wave feminist movement different from the second wave? To what extent do you identify with the third wave?
Answer after reading texts and watching the videos assigned for Unit 10:
1. Levy, Ariel (2005). Female Chauvinist Pigs. pp. 98-117 (available in course shell docsharing)
2. Wong, K. S. (2003). Pranks and fake porn: Doing feminism my way. In Dicker, R. & Piepmeier, A. (eds.). Catching a wave: Reclaiming feminism for the 21st century (pp. 294-307).
3. Kimmel, M. (2003). Real men join the movement. In Shaw, S. & Lee, J. Women’s voices, feminist visions (pp. 536-540).
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
Post by secretlyevil on Nov 21, 2014 19:53:29 GMT -5
I'm starting a Friday night knitting club in January! Well I'll be crocheting, and who knows what others will be doing. Anyway, once a month (for sure) I'll be crocheting a blanket for Project Linus.
Oh! I have arthritis in my left thumb (at least that is what the Google tells me) and my hand hurts constantly. Like right about now it hurts so freaking bad I would cry if I didn't distract myself.
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
Dh and I are out. I decided we were going to a bar to eat. Why? No kids. Except as soon as we sat down a fucking moms group troops in with strollers and wailing spawn. Are you fucking kidding me?!
Dh and I are out. I decided we were going to a bar to eat. Why? No kids. Except as soon as we sat down a fucking moms group troops in with strollers and wailing spawn. Are you fucking kidding me?!