As my belly grew, the comments got even stranger. I had secretly hoped for no reaction, for our choice to be as common as saying, “I went with the mustard instead of the ketchup.” No reaction would mean something good, right? That women in this country are, for example, no longer considered the property of men, even in name. That archaic systems are truly collapsing. That we can reclaim language that was formerly used to control us.

But it seemed, at least to me, that using a woman’s last name for a child threatened everyone. An older woman asked me if I was doing this to make a point. Why was all this doing perceived as mine, not my husband’s as well? At a party, a peer told me she was “diehard Obama” and then argued that her only real concern about using a woman’s last name is that you risk the ease of preserving lineage and historical records.

The great feminist author and critic Gloria Steinem did a television interview shortly after she lost her husband. The interviewer asked her if she was depressed.

'I’m not depressed,' she said. 'I’m sad.'

The interviewer asked her the difference. ‘When you’re depressed, nothing has any meaning,’ she replied. ‘When you’re sad, everything does.’

  this article

my buddy tyler made kendrick lamar sound like 90s modest mouse and it rules

Beyoncé Jams ➝ Resentment (Live) | On the Run Tour

VERY real lyric change in one of the verses (the crowd freaks the fuck out when it happens, so you’ll know, like 3/4 of the way through).

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In Bikini Kill, I was singing to an elusive, asshole male that was fucking the world over, and I was allowing other women to watch me do that, but I wanted to really start directly singing to other women… And [Julie Ruin] sounds like you can hear a human being’s fingers all over it. It sounds like bedroom culture. It sounds like something a girl made in her bedroom. Girls’ bedrooms sometimes can be this space of real creativity — the problem is that these bedrooms are all cut off from each other — so how do you take that bedroom that you’re cut off from all the other girls who are secretly in their bedroom writing secret things or making secret songs? I wanted the Julie Ruin record to sound like a girl from her bedroom made this record, but then didn’t just throw it away, or it wasn’t just in her diary, and she took it out and shared it with people.

  Kathleen Hanna, The Punk Singer

There’s a certain assumption that when a man tells the truth, it’s the truth. But when I go before the jury to tell the truth, I have to negotiate how I’m going to be perceived. There’s a suspicion around a woman’s truth. My story, it’s so big, it sounded like too big a can of worms, and I was like, who would believe me? But then I realized: other women would believe me.

  Kathleen Hanna, The Punk Singer

I watched The Punk Singer on Netflix instant two nights ago and loved it a lot. It’s essentially about Kathleen Hanna and Bikini Kill, but it’s also about how she made a place at the table for women in punk and women in grunge and women in music in a way that there never had been before.

Honestly, the most affecting thing was just learning that this kind of feminism existed. I’m peripherally aware of what Riot Grrrl meant/was, but I was also born in 1988, and the only way I imagine I would’ve ever been exposed to the culture when it was live was if I’d had an alt babysitter who was into sharing shit with me at ages 4-7. My babysitter was into Blues Traveler and Boyz II Men.

So the entire account of her career was educational and — in light of SCOTUS and the 11,000-word Emily Gould nightmare — comforting. Women have fought things like this before. Women have been libeled and written off and angry and still made a space for each other and come out of it fucking thriving and faceted and vital.

And is it depressing that we’re still seeing shades of the same misogyny and inequality everywhere all the time? Of course. But it’s also very gratifying to look at what one woman did 20 years ago and feel sincerely that she changed things. She did the part that she could, and she made a bigger and more open space for the rest of us to yell from.

Anyway, if the past couple weeks have taken a toll on yr heart, this might help.

Girls to the front.

This idea — that women can always find another way to get the coverage or care they need — underpins just about every recent restriction on women’s health. What’s another 24-hour mandatory abortion waiting period? To a woman who lives 25 miles from the nearest provider, it’s everything. What’s one more tweak to a law about the width of clinic doors? To a clinic that can’t afford to remodel, it’s everything. What’s a minor policy change that means you have to pay full price for that IUD? To a woman who makes $14 an hour, it’s everything.

Imagine publishing this about your coworkers in the most formal way possible with the intent of it being publicly consumed by all of their peers and superiors.

"This ruling creates a million smaller problems that will have to be hashed out on a local level, and we’re not giving those smaller courts any fucking clue what they should do. My coworkers think it’ll be fine tho."

Burn it to the ground, Ruth.