I wrestled with the idea of writing yet another December 6th post. When I worked for uniondom, the copy-paste platitudes we posted every year on this date and many others really frustrated me. And yet here I was contemplating the…
Lately it’s been bothering me and Irene that Mallory would come back from photo day with tales of how kids were being posed by gender. I have a bunch of ancient photos of me, taken by portrait photographers hired by…
Okay, I admit it. Irene Jansen is my partner. But I still think it’s pretty cool that she got the normally excellent outdoor gear retailer Bushtukah to change some of the promo copy for its kids bikes so that it’s…
My daughter has the same dress code at her school. It's galling. Supposedly done to keep 'the boys' from getting distracted and to help them improve their marks. And for girls to avoid unwanted attention. Tallie's sin was to wear a tank top with visible bra straps. She got a reprimand. And now she's hopping mad.
I will own the cliché nature of this post: yes, for many people my age, Dec. 6 is our Kennedy assassination moment. Most people I know remember where they were and what they were doing when first they heard that a man had separated the men from the women in a Montréal University engineering class, screamed "you're all feminists" then opened fire, killing 14.
