103 things I’ve learned since becoming a mother

Read this in a format that’s easier on the eyes here

Here is my latest column for the FAZ 10 vor 8 blog.  You can read it in German, translated by Elisabeth Ruge, here.  

NOTE: Apparently my theme turns numbers into the alphabet, I would find a way to correct this, but the baby/mini-houdini just got her legs stuck in the crib. 

  1. Prufrock measured his life in coffee spoons, I now measure mine in unread New Yorkers. 
  2. She who needs the sleep the most, will get the least of it.
  3. German babies often look like Pirates.
  4. German Baby Pirates are often wearing an outfit more expensive than you.
  5. If you want to find the fuel for class warfare,  go to an organic baby clothing shop.
  6. Babies love Reggae.
  7. Whilst your baby loves reggae, after a few hours your knees will not.
  8. The things that make a park bench good for nursing (shade and a bit of privacy) also make it great for drug dealers.
  9. One should be prepared for irritated looks from junkies when nursing on their favorite bench. 
  10. While it may be possible to sleep through a partner’s snores, it is impossible to sleep through a baby’s significantly softer gurgles. 
  11. Good pyjamas are seriously underrated.
  12. Changing into daytime clothes is seriously overrated.
  13. Every fussy baby is teething, unless it isn’t. 
  14. I wish we’d chosen the apartment with the elevator.
  15. Enough baby vomit and the right attitude can make your leather jacket look like vintage Helmut Lang.
  16. With enough of a sleep deficit, you can convince yourself of anything.
  17. Never, ever, ever tell a mother their baby is “svelt”.
  18. You’ll try almost anything to get your baby to sleep or eat.
  19. Even if you’re pretty sure something won’t work,  you’ll still try it just so you can tell people who suggest you try it that you have.
  20. My baby doesn’t have a food sensitivity caused by me drinking cow’s milk.
  21. At least I discovered that soy milk isn’t that bad.
  22. I draw the line at going vegan.
  23. People mean well.
  24. Sometimes their advice actually is helpful. So swallow your pride and listen.
  25. When Satre said hell was other people, he hadn’t met other mothers from a Mommy-and-Me group.
  26. Breastfeeding will give you the appetite of a 14 year old boy, or someone with worms, or a 14 year old boy with worms.
  27. Childbirth isn’t that bad, really. I write this without irony.  
  28. Trading childbirth horror stories in front of women who haven’t had babies is one of the worst things you can do.
  29. The wonders of pacifiers is enough to make me reconsider my atheism.
  30. Adrenalin runs out after about 3.5 months.
  31. Five blocks of 1.5 hours of sleep does not equal 7.5 hours of sleep. It equals zombie.
  32. Discovering the difference between a hungry and a tired cry is like dipping into Archimedes’ bathtub.
  33. Babies can have ten bowel movements a day or one every ten.
  34. Cabbage’s most underrated quality is soothing sore breasts.
  35. A parental humblebrag is far worse than a career humblebrag (“Why DOES my baby hit each milestone so early?”)
  36. Smartphones are the best thing ever to happen to grandparents who live far away.
  37. Support for breastfeeding showcases feminism’s strengths.
  38. Support for breastfeeding showcases neoliberalism invading the realm of healthcare.
  39. Support for breastfeeding can be turned into any political argument you like, the only thing that’s clear is that you’ll piss someone off.
  40. Some people view bottle-feeding as a failure. It’s not.
  41. Some people view a c-section as a failure. It’s not.
  42. C-sections are a wonder of modern medicine.
  43. So are epidurals.
  44. Giving women choice over how to experience childbirth is progressive, shaming them for their choices is not.
  45. Betty Friedan is a hero.
  46. As are single parents.
  47. If you’re going to invest in a designer stroller, you might as well throw in the cupholder.
  48. People’s uneasiness around class is revealed when purchasing a stroller.
  49. This makes them strangely defensive about them. 
  50. Those who complain about having the grandparents nearby can lend me theirs.
  51. While maternity clothing is hard to find, finding appropriate clothing for nursing is even harder.
  52. Futility, thy name is baby socks.
  53. Why does no one sell sock-garters for babies?
  54. If I ever launch a line of baby socks,  it will be called “Sisyfoots”.
  55. Just buy tights.
  56. While I have great sympathy now for other young parents, I have far more for those who want children but aren’t able to
  57. A great Midwife is worth their weight in gold - support them!
  58. Tweaking your motorcycle muffler to make it louder when you live in a city is borderline antisocial.
  59. Graveyards are great for nursing.
  60. When choosing a spot to breastfeed in a graveyard, check to make sure you aren’t close to someone famous to avoid unannounced visitors.
  61. A surprising number of people still visit Berthold Brecht’s grave (I’m sure you didn’t mind Bertie).
  62. The drugstore is always a great reason to leave the house.
  63. I suspect drugstores may have saved more than a few new mothers’ sanity.
  64. The moment your baby is born you overcome your intense dislike of all things sticky.
  65. The most important function of a baby monitor is not to let you know your baby is making noise, but to assure you that it is not (even though you are sure it is).
  66. Lack of sleep can make you hear things that aren’t there.
  67. I think I just heard my baby gurgle.
  68. Even though they have no idea what you are saying, it’s a pretty joyful experience to read to a baby.
  69. One forgets how dark children’s literature can be.
  70. When people offer help, take it.
  71. If you want to get to know your inner sycophant better,  try applying for childcare.
  72. I would wholeheartedly support a centralized childcare-spot-allocation system. 
  73. Demand feeders and routine followers are like the sharks and the jets. It’s best to avoid the topic altogether.
  74. You’ll fall in love with your partner all over again watching them calm the little monster.
  75. Nursing and eating with chopsticks at the same time will make you feel like a rockstar.
  76. The first sushi after pregnancy is heaven. 
  77. Ditto for Oysters.
  78. And Rose.
  79. Coming from a Canada, the German habit of dressing children for the next ice-age in the summer is perplexing.
  80. If there is ever a time when paying for prepared food is worth it,  this is it.
  81. A dishwasher is worth it too.
  82. Whomever came up with the accessibility plans for Berlin’s subways must have been a fan of Escher.
  83. Or into dime store Yoda-isms: “To go up, you must first go down”.
  84. Maternity leave can be boring.
  85. Catalogue shopping now makes sense.
  86. You will be shocked by people’s generosity with hand-me-downs until your own apartment is bursting with clothes that no longer fit. 
  87. Babies can warm the heart of even the coldest-hearted grump.
  88. Or at least they can until they defecate (the babies, not the grumps).
  89. If you’ve always felt you don’t get enough respect for your Donna Summer dance routines, have a baby. He or she will love them.
  90. It is impossible to go for a walk with a sleeping baby and avoid loud building sites in Berlin. 
  91. Babies can calm themselves sometimes.
  92. The first time I’ve been thankful for my small bladder was when it forced me to learn the above.
  93. Unsolicited baby advice on the subway is usually hilarious.
  94. Friends who have had children are invaluable (thanks Anda, Louisa, Julia, Julia, Kristin, Melissa, Peta, Antje, Jenny, Silke, Christiana and everyone else who has answered my questions with aplomb and honesty)
  95. There should be a krautrock tribute band made of nursing mothers called “Clusterfeed”.
  96. Sleep when the baby sleeps is advice everyone gives but no one seems able to follow.
  97. You don’t know bureaucracy until you’ve filled out the paperwork for Elterngeld. (ed. parental support money offered in Germany) 
  98. Babies really do smell amazing.
  99. The itsy bitsy spider song was obviously written by a witch because it has magical powers.
  100. Thank-heavens my baby was born after the World Health Organization decided you no longer have to sterilize everything.
  101. Parenthood, for all its trials is pretty fun.
  102. There is nothing better than your baby’s smile first thing in the morning.
  103. Having a baby is better than I ever thought it would be.

Misconceptions of Feminism, cats and the web

I was asked by Corriere della Sera to write about Women against Feminism - so here’s my take.  Read it in Italian here

If you like cats, equality and satire, was this the week for you on the internet. Women against Feminism, a tumblr dedicated to women explaining why they don’t consider themselves feminists, gained massive traction. Countless women submitted pictures of themselves holding texts explaining why they did not consider themselves a feminist. The women in question rile against a (pejorative) idea of a feminism in which men are the enemy. Most self-identified feminists found “Women Against Feminism” to be laughable, as it showcased so many misconceptions about what feminism actually is. Enter the cats: a rival Tumblr seeking to debunk it quickly popped up: Confused Cats against Feminism in which adorable cat photos were juxtaposed popular misconceptions about the womens’ movement. While cats may very well be the fuel that pushes the internet forward, these two tumblrs hit on one of the largest problems of the internet age, mis- and even dis-information.

The internet was hailed as great democratizer where enlightened citizens could make up their own minds after being presented with all the facts. Yet, just as the internet has made some truth more visible, it has also made hearsay, rumour, exaggeration and plain bullshit even more abundant. Case in point, the anti-vaccination movement, one that encourages parents not to inoculate their children for fear of autism, a claim which has been disproven by science too many times to count. Unfortunately for those now contracting the measles because too many children who didn’t receive their MMR injections, there is no fact-checker for the web.

With a plethora of information just a click away, individuals can pick and choose which pieces of knowledge they want to find, for example, following people of the same political party on twitter, a more contemporary version of only reading the newspaper with the political viewpoint you share.  Social media can cause an echo chamber where your own views can become reinforced. This may not be as pronounced on sites like facebook where individuals are connected with family and friends (would you dare unfriend a family member who you disagree with?). This certainly does not apply to places where a person can be anonymous and/or selective about who and what they follow. And it’s understandable, who willingly chooses to follow a person they dislike? How many of us have the fortitude to consistently read the viewpoints of those we disagree with to make sure we aren’t overlooking part of the argument? It’s easy to see how simple it is to perpetuate a false picture of what feminism is, riding on old tropes that have been around since Emmeline Pankhurst.

“Women against Feminism” and “Confused cats against Feminism” are akin to neighbors, shouting across the road at each other – just causing each side to dig their heels and pronounce their own ‘rightness’ even more adamantly.  These two tumblrs leave no room for any discussion. Yet even if there were digital peace talks between the two, I doubt the outcome would be positive. The web is not great at reasonable. Comment sections devolve into people shouting at each other, almost always fulfilling Godwin’s Law – though in this case the term ‘Feminazi’ would undoubtably take the place of Hitler. If discussion isn’t the answer, what is? A recent study showed that the greatest way to change someone’s mind was to agree with them, vehemently. Clicking the ‘like’ button just doesn’t have the nuance that reverse psychology demands.  

People are still people, with all the opinions and biases they had before the web and their desire to be spoon-fed often outweighs their desire for intellectual rigour or nuance. Ideas, regardless of their rightness or wrongness, can be spread faster and with a deal less social grace. The question remains for those of us who consider the feminist project one of the most vital of our time: in the age of the echo chamber, how to smash the long-standing myth that feminism is an anti-man movement? We cannot rely on the web. We must engage our peers in discussion, offline, where clicking to another page is not an option. While the web is an invaluable tool for women to congregate, support each other and share ideas, it is not the great equalizer. Lets take a page from our mothers’ playbook and showcase our cause in the streets, far from the pale glow of the computer screen.

The Quantified Boob

My latest post for the Frankfurter Allgemeine Ich. Heute. 10 vor 8. blog. Read it in German here

This morning during breakfast at a beautiful house in the Cap d’Antibes my husband told me to step away from my phone. I was googling green poop again. I am a new mother and, like any of us who became parents after the widespread adoption of the internet, Google is both my saviour and my nemesis, able to terrify or calm me, depending on how confident I am feeling in my parenting skills at that millisecond. I say millisecond because this morning after I had been assured that the faecal matter of my child was perfectly normal (I checked the photo galleries), I had to search again. Just to double check.

Like the contents of a baby’s diaper, parenting is full of surprises. The only constant is change.  Google is surprisingly good at predicting what surprises I’ll be searching for - the autocomplete masterfully deduces the topic after only a few letters: from the basic ‘is my baby sleeping enough?’ to the panic ridden ‘how much psychological damage will a pacifier cause’?  The quantified self movement has also joined the parenting game, offering apps to measure every last wink of sleep, urine and formula to best optimize a child’s well being. Forget the mommy-wars, other judgemental mothers are nothing compared to a clinical bar graph. 

I fell trap to a breastfeeding app, shouting across the apartment for my husband to “find my phone quick!” when I’d managed to get a latch. I dutifully logged every feed with the care of a scientist searching for the cure for cancer.  God forbid I let fifteen seconds of feeding go un-measured.

Despite all the data telling me otherwise, I panicked a regular basis that our baby was about to waste away. I spiralled into full-blown addiction, checking the app almost constantly hoping for a stroke of data-driven insight into my child’s level of contentment. As much as I had hoped those data points would give me the confidence that our baby was feeding enough, they only made me more anxious.

I realised I’d hit bottom when started thinking about exporting the data into Excel for more detailed examination. At that point I removed the app from my phone and took a step into the unquantified unknown. A day later, much to my surprise, my baby was still alive. Indeed, she was growing, happy and filling a large dustbin full of nappies. It was almost as though people had been raising children without the aid of technology for thousands of years.

In an effort to simplify we often make things far more complicated. Oodles of data from apps cannot offer well being. Indeed, the wealth of information carefully suggested by an ever more intelligent google can gaslight any good-willing parent.  Two months into parenthood I feel lucky to have grasped that the answer to almost any “is this normal” question is invariably “yes,” but there are likely many Internet forums to convince you otherwise.  The only way to retain sanity is to embrace uncertainty and trust your gut. There is no algorithm for parenting. It’s time to rely on myself and my partner,  especially when that means putting the phone away to enjoy a sunny day in the south of France with our beautiful daughter and her green poo.

Lets save the world, yes?

It’s been a pretty rotten week for women and tech.  First GitHub finds no wrongdoing, then the CEO and Chairman of the Board of a just-about-to-IPO company beats his girlfriend savagely and remains in the seat of power. These incidents demonstrate systematic misogyny in an industry that talks a lot about making the world a better place. 

For a long time I’ve tried to take a practical tack on discussing feminism, illustrating why its good for business,  working to win allies in non-confrontational efforts in a language that neo-liberals can relate to. I’ve been wrong to do so.  

I am a feminist because I believe that all people are equal. Being less equal has devastating consequences.  Yes,  equal pay, flexible working hours and solving the STEM pipeline problem are important. But they are not the end in themselves,  all of these issues are merely symptoms of a culture where women’s voices, minds and bodies are less valued. It’s a culture where, according to a recent pan European study,  1 in 3 women has experienced sexual or physical violence since the age of 15. 

Think of 3 women you know - one of them has been physically or sexually abused.  Is that enough to make you angry? It should. What’s worse is how the individuals who experience violence under-report the cases for many reasons such as fear of stigmatization, that no one will believe them or the threat of continued abuse. 

Just today Relly Annett-Baker wrote about her experience of abuse - please read it. She closes with the following thoughts: 

We rid ourselves of guilt that we cannot absolve by remorse or corrective action, by turning it into blame or ‘otherness’. We create narratives to explain shortcomings in ourselves, our friends and family members while demonising those who aren’t already part of our worldview. Abuse of many forms is often inadvertently perpetuated by individuals avoiding conflict. Intellectually, we know and recognise this. But then our own turf is rocked by ‘drama’, ‘scandal’, ‘accusations’, and we want to hush it all up so we can all go back to work.

So, I’ll leave you with this sobering thought, and what this whole soul-baring session was about. The tech industry, for all its logic and cleverness and money and lofty ambitions, is a cesspit for this kind of stuff. By shouting down those who try to speak up for themselves, even when all they can do is whisper, we are not creating good communities and supporting healthy cultures. We are creating a hegemony of cowards. Shout back and give voice to those being drowned out.

This isn’t about one person or the other, it’s about all of us. Tech consistently diminishes what some might call run-of-the-mill sexism by saying it’s just ‘boys being boys,’ due to alcohol or even better, ‘Aspergers.’  A culture that allows women to be systematically pushed aside, demoralized and tone policed is a culture that turns a blind eye to violence against women. Don’t tell me the two are vastly different. They are two sides of the same, shitty coin. 

So when you ask me why I’m a feminist,  yeah,  I’ll admit that it’s better business and that it will help us develop better products, but I’ll also let you know that it’s mainly because I believe in basic human dignity. How’s that for saving the world? 

Nobody can say I didn’t eat healthy during this pregnancy. 


Nobody can say I didn’t eat healthy during this pregnancy. 



One of the best examinations of why one should be wary of “growth hacking” from a broader organizational and product standpoint. 

Barbarella im Baumarkt

Here is the english version of a blogpost I wrote for the Frankfurter Allgemeine 10 vor 8 blog on the 24 of March, 2014

This afternoon I bought a staple gun. When I asked Twitter first if anyone had one which I could borrow, the only responses I got were incredulous as to why I would need one? ‘Scariest tweet in my timeline’ said one reply, ‘Do you know about restrictive gun laws?’ said another. I’m not sure whether the jokes were due to men getting nervous at the idea of an 8 month pregnant woman wielding a staple gun or just me specifically. Sadly, the answer was much simpler. I needed one to build something.

At home my husband and I often fulfill contrary roles to those expected of a heterosexual couple. He lives to tidy and, in his mind, I liberally scatter dirt in my wake.  I, on the other hand, manage wiring, assemble furniture in record speeds and take charge of the bulk of other DIY projects. Just last week he phoned to let me know the toilet was broken and he had left it for me to fix as ‘you know how to do it’.  I don’t mind though, I enjoy mending things.  Some women get diamonds,  I get to repair stuff and in exchange I never ever have to vacuum. A very fair deal if I say so myself.

I come from a long line of handy folk,  especially when it comes to toilets. My grandfather, by himself and in his spare time, built his first home from the ground up with the materials that he could find.  As Canadian industry reverted to civilian production post war, toilet manufacturing was slow on the uptake.  My great grandfather, a canny and taciturn Glaswegian engineer, aghast at the idea of his grandchild being brought up with an outhouse in the modern country he’d emigrated to found the best solution he could - poker.   A game with the local hardware store owner gave my great-grandparents the perfect housewarming gift: porcelain for the bathroom.  If my mother’s side of the family had a slogan it would be: practical solutions for stoic people. 

My grandfather always encouraged my desire to build. I can remembering him hanging a Smurfette poster on my wall which boldly stated: ‘Girls can do anything.’  I often dis- and re-assembled household objects, learned how to use power tools my hands were too small to hold and even once terrified my mother by constructing a mini-gallows for my Barbie dolls. I loved playing with Barbies, especially the fab 70’s dresses which I’d inherited from other families. Despite the joy in getting Barbie dolled up, I knew that something was amiss with her rigid expression of femininity. The joy at making Barbie look divine didn’t feel entirely kosher; she had to pay for the sins of the patriarchy. Ergo the oh-so-chic mass hangings.

Separating your own pleasures from the unfair expectations put upon women as a whole is tricky to do.  For the longest time I did not feel comfortable wearing makeup without feeling like I was somehow selling out the sisterhood. Was baking a cake surrendering my sense of self worth to 1950’s domesticity? Was Betty Friedan rolling in her grave somewhere? While growing up, navigating what was right for me vs. what the world expected of me as a woman has ultimately boiled down to feeling comfortable in my own skin. Yes,  the personal is political, but sponge cake is also delicious. 

Today I do what pleases me and what needs to get done, whether that’s fixing the toilet or doing a photo shoot for a fashion magazine. I don’t see a contradiction - and if others do, I don’t really care. Challenging outdated societal norms is my very favorite kind of deviance (that and jaywalking late at night when there’s no traffic).  Woman-led home improvement doesn’t really feel like a revolutionary act to me (it’s the 21st century for goodness’ sake) but if others want to see it that way, go for it.  I define what kind of a woman I am. And today I’m a woman with a brand new staple gun.

The NYT’s article on rape prevention on US campuses is more than a little worrying. It posits that the best way to stop a rape from happening is to have men intervene to stop their friends from getting in trouble for fear of sanctions, rather than, erm, not rape someone.   Moreover,  the article subtly puts the blame for rape on the victims’ for making mistake of getting drunk (giving them greater accountability) while the perperator’s actions are due to happening to be drunk (and thus having less accountability). 

I hate to be the finger pointing type, but seriously,  what kind of person is more upset about academic sanctions than causing severe damage to another persons’ life? Who are these people and how do they have so little understanding of the physical and emotional impact that rape has on for a person? Where does basic human empathy fit into this? 

I’m not even going to touch the ‘ladies don’t get drunk’ slant of this article because victim blaming is something which has been covered far more eloquently elsewhere, for example by Amanda Hess in Slate.

After decades of “No means No” and “Take back the night” work 1 in 5 college women still are the victim of sexual assault,  the ‘protect your buddy from getting in trouble’ tact seems to be working. While I’m happy to see any rape prevention methods that make a campus safer,  this new approach reveals that our culture has stigmatized getting into trouble but not the ‘why you get in trouble’ AKA ‘Don’t hurt other people.’  It does nothing to change, in fact, it bolsters, the cultural power structures which make it ok for a man to rape someone else - to assert their privilege bestowed by their sex in the most violent and abhorrent way. 

When the feminist rubber hits the road - Goldieblox, IP and a call for plurality

This piece was written for the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung’s Ich, Heute. 10 vor Ich. blog. It’s written in response to the widespread reductionist view of feminism that impedes progressive dialogue and as a result, change, using the Glodieblox shitstorm as a case study. You can read the German version here

When discussing feminism today, many feel that it’s redundant, that feminism is an outdated mode of political activism with a simple agenda – it’s burning bras in clogs. Yet once you start to discuss issues around women’s equality and bring in non-debatable facts, eg. The massive gender salary gap between women and men in Germany, it becomes clear that those who purport to be opposed to feminism agree completely with the core of Feminism, namely, achieving a world in which gender does not impede the quality of life or opportunity offered to any individual.  

 The question of whether we needed feminism or not is the wrong question.  For the most part, when we are talking about Feminism in the mainstream, what we are really talking about is what are the right means to achieve equality.  Those who oppose feminism are very, very rarely anti-woman.  What self-identified anti-feminists are opposed to is a specific form of rhetoric.   In pop culture, feminism has become a convenient straw man, diverting us away from broader, much needed discussions.

 The lack of clarity around what feminism actually is, stemming from the single-track narrative about whether feminism is or isn’t needed, can be extremely confusing – what does being a feminist mean in practice? A recent case which can be used as an example is the internet-shitstorm around GoldieBlox, a toy-maker focused on encouraging more girls to get into technology. 

GoldieBlox created a viral video promoting their toys, the key element of the video being a re-written version of the Beastie Boys’ track ‘Girls’. It  had right mix of social-cause and entertainment that gives the viewer a bump of self-satisfaction for passing it on – a KONY 2012 with smiling children and without the African warlord. It reached over 6 million youtube views in 3 days.  

And then it got complicated.  No rights for the song were cleared for the video, lawyers from the Beastie Boys reached out to the GoldieBlox team to discuss.  The  GoldieBlox team promptly preemptively sued the Beastie Boys (using an American legal quirk which allows people to defensively sue another party if they think they will be sued themselves).   The issue at hand is that of fair use. The Beastie Boys have clearly stated that none of their work can be used commercially, indeed, this was a clause in the late Adam Yauch’s will. Meanwhile supporters of GoldieBlox claim that this video was fair use as it was promoting a the empowerment of women.  Muddying the water is the fact that original version of the track ‘Girls’ was written as an ironic commentary on sexist anthems.  Let me underline that I am not a legal scholar here, however it’s my impression that in the US and elsewhere,  fair use is a very grey matter.  Fair-use of copyrighted work can be both commercial and non-commercial, parody is often protected as fair use but not always.   The GoldieBlox video is both a parody and commercial.  The GoldieBlox team feel that it should be fair use because it supports a good cause, namely, inspiring more women to enter the STEM field – now, a judge will decide.

 So how does this relate to feminism?  The Beastie Boys don’t allow their work to be used for commercial purposes.  As artists, it’s their right to decide that. As the video is an ad, despite that it promotes a good cause, it’s an issue of furthering corporate interests.  As the US lawyer Steven M. Ayrpointed out in an interview on the US blog Vulture: If McDonald’s was trying to sell a hamburger to further female empowerment, we would all look at it very differently.”  Goldieblox could have found another track to parody/play off the broad cultural awareness of, from musicians who allow their work to be used commercially and licensed it - whether by old school or Creative Commons methods. They didn’t.  Many have even cynically suggested that it was the GoldieBlox marketing plan to cause a legal battle in order to create more visibility for the company.  Either the venture backed GoldieBlox have terrible lawyers, are incredibly naive or are ruthless marketers.

 Supporting artists and their rights, whether they be big or small is a feminist issue.  Doing so is imperative to protecting a culture where people can support themselves from their creative output and aren’t taken advantage of.  While IP is a flawed system, it is the best means by which we can compensate artists for the time that they have put into their work.  IP is not just about ownership, it’s an expression of labor rights – ignoring that will deconstructs the most viable (and some say only) way that artists can exist within our economic system, regardless of gender.  Allowing people to disregard the wishes of creators because we deem their cause to be important is a very slippery slope.  It stands directly against empowerment of the individual and the collective good. A truly equitable society cannot be reached if these values are not upheld, and thus, this is a feminist issue. While GoldieBlox have a clearly feminist goal, their means of achieving it is not.

Goldieblox is a pristine example of how feminism is far more complicated than boys against girls (almost literally).  While many felt that it is about getting women in STEM fields, it’s actually a debate about economics, art and law. Feminism is a framework for creating a more equitable world, gender equality being the lens through which thought is focused. It touches every aspect of life and thus cannot be defined by one single world-view.

Just like the problems it seeks to remedy, feminism is messy. Reducing feminism to the words of one woman (regardless of whether it’s Silvia Bovenschen or Alice Schwarzer) deprives society from exploring multiple avenues of thought.  We must accept a pluralistic perspective of feminism that allows for rich debate that goes beyond the confines of issues such as daycare or quotas, where more than one woman is invited on a talk-show to discuss the ‘woman’s viewpoint,’ and where it as normal for a man to be a feminist as a woman.  We need to accept that feminism is about everyone. 

A justified and long-overdue critique of TED Talks uncovering the dangerous, denial-ridden relationship we hold with technology’s potential. 

If you can’t watch it,  read the transcript.  

Lana Del Rey’s Tropico - I still think she’s doing much more interesting work than most give her credit for.  Here’s my original post on her after her 2011 SNL performance which still feels just as true. http://bougie.tumblr.com/post/17601844489/in-defense-of-lana-del-rey