I urge you to answer that question. For yourself and without context. Please. For my own narcissistic take on things, I hope you're here because you like what I write, and you find what I write, (every once in a while) charming. instructive and informative. Sure, I'd like it if there were more conversation here,… Continue reading Why Are You Here?
Let's get this out of the way first: I like and respect Jordan Peterson. I have a fair number of friends who don't like him all that much, and a few friends who find him harsh, grating, offensive--even dangerous--and almost always in the wrong. But any man who argues for individual responsibility and that there's… Continue reading A Podcast Worth 62 Minutes of Your Time: Peter Robinson Chats with Jordan Peterson
I am the grandmother of an eight-year-old girl. Technically, she is my step-granddaughter, though the distinction makes no difference, I assure you. Her mother is my stepdaughter and beloved friend. Her first few years have not been idyllic. And she’s had to learn to be a little tougher than I would like, a little earlier than I would… Continue reading My “Feminist” Fever Dream
“The Analytical Engine has no pretensions whatever to originate anything. It can do whatever we know how to order it to perform.”–Augusta Ada King, Countess of Lovelace Augusta Ada Byron (she was the poet’s only legitimate child) was born a little over two-hundred-six years ago, on December 10, 1815. She was a few weeks shy… Continue reading The Analytical Engine: “Dad” Edition
Remember her? I do. It was 1985. Mr. Right and I were still in Pittsburgh, and had not yet moved out to the country. I was working for MCI Mail. And I still eagerly awaited the monthly delivery of National Geographic in my mailbox. It wasn't woke. It didn't lecture. And every month, it contained… Continue reading Whatever Happened to the Afghan Girl?
Well, winter is over. You can't be sure, in this part of the world, until you've been visited by the "three snowmen," although, in contrast to general population-growth trends (or lack thereof) in these United States, the guys seem to have a fruitful year, and I counted about half-a-dozen of the little bastards taunting me,… Continue reading Building Your Own Chicken Coop: Womanly Feminist Edition!
I've been thinking. Yes, I know that's always a frightening proposition. What can I say? Well, only that I'm 66 and still standing on my own two feet; that I'm content with how my life turned out (no, that doesn't mean, with the benefit of hindsight, that if I had a do-over about certain things… Continue reading Responsible Men, and the Women Who Love Them
My last post has me reminiscing about the books I loved as a kid. And about Beatrix Potter, feminist icon. (No, that's a bit of a stretch. But boy, howdy what a girl!) Here's a post I wrote on Ricochet on July 28, 2017: Once upon a time there were four little rabbits and their… Continue reading Occasional Quote of the Day: “Once Upon A Time”
I quite like Jordan Peterson. I don’t agree with everything he says. Occasionally, as do many of his critics, I find him a bit glib and superficial. But if a generation of young men (and even some of their fathers and grandfathers) are going to listen to a social media muse on matters of culture,… Continue reading Jordan and Camille’s Excellent Adventure
“I always cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because I think, well, if they attack one personally, it means they have not a single political argument left.” — Margaret Thatcher Other than observing that, of course, this trenchant observation can be applied to a wide variety of arguments beyond the stated one (I… Continue reading Occasional Quote of the Day: The Iron Lady Speaks