Hello, Readers.
Yes, yes it has. I’m sorry about that. You see, I’ve been too depressed to blog about feminism for several months now.
No, surprisingly enough. I was depressed before that. Last fall, I faced something very difficult: a medically required pregnancy termination.
(Consider that your content warning.)
Bryan: That right there is a textbook case of fuckboy-coding.
Me: I don’t think there is a textbook for that yet, considering you made it up 2 weeks ago.
Bryan: The lazy bum who invented it should get off his ass.
- Conversation on my couch, October 5, 2024
Greetings, readers. We have a special feature today: an appearance from my research partner, web admin, and husband, Bryan Fisher. Last month we decided to celebrate Star Trek Day by watching Star Trek: Enterprise, and he was inspired to coin a new term to describe one of the characters. Today, I’m interviewing him about what “fuckboy-coded” means.
The following has been edited for flow and clarity.
My dear readers, I hope this missive finds you well. As I write, we are just about 6 weeks out from a presidential election in the United States, so this is a good time to remind y'all to vote.
Thanks, disembodied voice to whom I address my blog! Happy Pride to you as well.
I'd like to follow up on our previous investigation into Absurdly Cis & Straight Stupidity (ACSS, with a soft C). But first: have I mentioned I'm bi? I am, and for the purposes of this post you should know that.
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Hello dear readers! I am deep into season 3 of Northern Exposure, and working hard to bring you a full report on Maggie O'Connell's dead boyfriends. In the interim, though, I'd like to offer up a special treat: an amateur podcast about the time my family set out to see Much Ado About Nothing, and along the way, a few things happened.