Womyn powyr!
Oct. 28th, 2009 07:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabotabbyI made a fantastic discovery today in the waiting room at my doctor's office: Women's Post. I assume it's put out by the National Socialist Post, maybe. Anyway, I picked up the latest issue, noting that it was much lighter and thinner than serious Posts like the Financial Post. You know, business publications for men.
But anyway, it looked like interesting reading, not because I'm particularly interested in business matters (those hurt my fluffy little female brain) but because I'm still looking for a stylish three-piece suit that will fit me, and I thought it might have information on that. Also because I was in a waiting room. I was not put off by the typographic catastrophe that was the front cover (note: you can do smart quotes on the internets, even, let alone in a print publication)—after all, perhaps a serious magazine about serious businesswomen wouldn't pay attention to a trifling matter like the design of the fucking masthead.
Anyway, it turned out to have no information on suits at all, and very little information on business, but it had a lot of other fun stuff. Like the editorial. The ahem editor of the paper was going on about how great her marriage and how women and men think differently and oh did she mention how great her marriage was? Because it's great. Right at the end she talked about how she asked her husband if it was okay if she ran for mayor. (Presumably, he said, "sure, honey.")
Feminism has triumphed, people. These newfangled womenfolk have the moxie to ask their husbands if they can run for mayor. You've come a long way baby.
The second article was even better. It was about how happy this woman was that she found a plastic surgeon that she felt comfortable with.
There was also a neat article about some new conservative blog with a photo of a grafittied wall (with a credit to Creative Commons, no less; looks like anarchism, smells like Randroid bullshit). I didn't know that the right supported vandalism now. It was followed by an incoherent screed about Michael Ignatieff and Canada's health care system and how the author predicted that Obama's approval rating will dip to 35% in December. (Note that it's 56% right now.)
By page 16, there was an article from some dude about the virtues of womanhood. Then there were some fluff articles about someone's pets and some other dude's kids. I guess there wasn't much more to write about women and business. Oh, and two pages about some book on fuzzy-wuzzy Christianity. And for whatever reason, an article about an obscure bookstore that I actually like. (Turns out it was written by the bookstore owner's brother.)
Anyway, it's a great read if you're bored in a waiting room or really into vomiting, or both. You should check it out.
But anyway, it looked like interesting reading, not because I'm particularly interested in business matters (those hurt my fluffy little female brain) but because I'm still looking for a stylish three-piece suit that will fit me, and I thought it might have information on that. Also because I was in a waiting room. I was not put off by the typographic catastrophe that was the front cover (note: you can do smart quotes on the internets, even, let alone in a print publication)—after all, perhaps a serious magazine about serious businesswomen wouldn't pay attention to a trifling matter like the design of the fucking masthead.
Anyway, it turned out to have no information on suits at all, and very little information on business, but it had a lot of other fun stuff. Like the editorial. The ahem editor of the paper was going on about how great her marriage and how women and men think differently and oh did she mention how great her marriage was? Because it's great. Right at the end she talked about how she asked her husband if it was okay if she ran for mayor. (Presumably, he said, "sure, honey.")
Feminism has triumphed, people. These newfangled womenfolk have the moxie to ask their husbands if they can run for mayor. You've come a long way baby.
The second article was even better. It was about how happy this woman was that she found a plastic surgeon that she felt comfortable with.
There was also a neat article about some new conservative blog with a photo of a grafittied wall (with a credit to Creative Commons, no less; looks like anarchism, smells like Randroid bullshit). I didn't know that the right supported vandalism now. It was followed by an incoherent screed about Michael Ignatieff and Canada's health care system and how the author predicted that Obama's approval rating will dip to 35% in December. (Note that it's 56% right now.)
By page 16, there was an article from some dude about the virtues of womanhood. Then there were some fluff articles about someone's pets and some other dude's kids. I guess there wasn't much more to write about women and business. Oh, and two pages about some book on fuzzy-wuzzy Christianity. And for whatever reason, an article about an obscure bookstore that I actually like. (Turns out it was written by the bookstore owner's brother.)
Anyway, it's a great read if you're bored in a waiting room or really into vomiting, or both. You should check it out.
