Archive | February 5, 2014

I hate trying to figure out what to wear. I’m so not a fashionista

I’m trying to decide what to wear to give my presentation. It is at Claremont Graduate University. Some people get all tarted up in suit and tie and some have been known to present in an old t-shirt. At the moment, I’m thinking of going with what we used to call “Dyke Chic” which in this case would be a button down shirt, tie of some sort and jeans, usually black. I used to favour bow ties and suspenders. I had to wear suspenders when I first came out because I tended to drop weight and needed to hold my pants up. That isn’t a problem any more.

Specifically a white button down that I will have to iron, what fun! A green sweater vest and a black or if I’m feeling wild a long Hawaiian print tie with the same green or a bow tie. Somewhere I used to have the matching bow tie to that long tie and a matching pair of suspenders and a matching cumberbund for when the occasion called for it. I have no idea where that is anymore. Then either black cords, black jeans or blue jeans. Since I’m in the last group of the day now it means I need to be comfortable and not manage to spill my lunch.

I wonder if my tweed blazer still fits but then the guy in charge might think I’m mocking him since he wears tweed coats and bow ties.

Normally, I don’t care that much about fashion but I have a feeling I’m going to be stirring the hornet’s nest when I point out how the elephant in the middle of the room , so I need all the confidence I can get.

Young Feminist Philosopher of the Week: Natalie, Founder of the Brave People Protest

Go Natalie!

Feminist Philosophers

A guest post by Amie Thomasson, University of Miami:


Natalie was just over six when she noticed something. She had been to science camp before. She saw the new flier coming in the mailbox around spring break, announcing the new science, space and rocket camp. Awesome. But where were the girls in all the pictures of happy campers? Natalie went to camp anyway, full of enthusiasm. When she got there, she noticed something. There were only about three girls in a camp full of about twenty children. She had two friends who were four year old girls, and, as she put it ‘that was about it for her friends in science camp’. She decided to talk to the camp director about it—at lunch break, all sitting on the floor in the over air-conditioned function room of the large student union, she asked around the young counselors until they could point…

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