Heh heh

From my favorite cartoonist.

That's about where we are today, folks.  Although Wendy's got a great conversation going on the question "is singleness a choice?" over here.

No Such Thing As Winning

"No complaint outcome, on paper or in the form of material support, is going to undo the damage that harassment does."

-- From a sobering account of sexual harassment in the academy. Read it all.

Travel and Gratitude

It’s hard to know what to say about this trip without giving too many specific identifying details.  But let’s just say that despite the irritations of the gender theatre that characterized the beginning of the trip, it’s been good to get out and do my own thing for the past few weeks. I have not traveled particularly frequently or widely, but I have traveled enough to know that being in a new place can released me from the daily burden of work and laundry and work and dishes and work and paying bills and work.  It wasn’t that I didn’t work, but that the work itself took such a different shape than the normal routine of the grind.  Traveling alone can be an isolating and lonely experience, to be sure, but I was, for the overwhelming majority of the time, thrilled to be on my own doing my own thing. 

So here, in no particular order, are some of the Best Things of the past few weeks:

·      Pausing, taking a deep breath, and plunging directly into my fear of driving in that particular place by renting a car and putting 700 miles on it in three days. At the end of every day, I was deeply grateful that the car and I and all the people and cars in our path were all intact.

·      Seeing old friends: people who have known me since I was ten years old, teammates from my intermural sports team during my undergrad, people from my first round of graduate school, colleagues from my current graduate program, the other half of our virtual béguinage.

·      Having little conversations with strangers: the elderly man across from me at the cathedral café who comes to the cathedral with his free bus pass every few weeks for a day out and a hot lunch, a furniture restorer who plied me with tea and showed me one of the most extraordinary objects I have ever seen, a security guard with a penchant for archaeology who put Roman coins in my hands, and multiple B&B owners.

·      Experiencing the cultural life of some big cities: a few meals at fabulous restaurants, last-minute tickets to an award-winning play, a first-rate (free!) concert followed by buskers who were every bit as good.  And part of that whole cultural experience was…

·      …Drinking in museum exhibits slowly, at my own pace, taking time to see what I wanted to see and skipping the stuff I didn’t, and then buying catalogues.  Seeing museums this way feels like luxury of the most extravagant sort. I had been to quite a few of the stops on my itinerary before, so I was released from the guilt that comes of trying to see everything and not succeeding.

·      Just breathing the air in some remarkably beautiful places, like this:

 I have never traveled for any extended period of time with a Significant Other, so I don’t really have any basis for comparison, but I found myself feeling profoundly grateful for my freedom and autonomy… and grateful that I was feeling grateful.

The Béguinage Goes To A Small Island

Friends, we are here:

and are having a wonderful time.

We are hoping to blog more consistently on our return, and have had the brilliant idea that YOU could write some guest posts.  If you're interested, leave us a comment and let us know.  Also, if there's a particular issue on which you'd like our marvelous insight, let us know that as well.  :)

Wish you all were here with us!

L & E

Gender Flipping

So apparently there's been for some time now a media meme called 'gender flipping'.

As usual, I'm late to join in all the trendy-bloggers' reindeer games.  But fear not! If you, like me, are hearing about gender flipping for the first time and are curious to learn about this sometimes hilarious, often disturbing and always thought-provoking movement, I direct you here.

(Readers may be interested to see that the author kicks off her article with the very same Dustin Hoffman clip posted earlier this month on BtheB.  I just, you know, want it to be noted for posterity: I at one time managed to post something while it was trending.   Let's all give me a nerd high-five!)

Historians with(out) kids

We blogged about this before, but Friend-Of-This-Blog Laura asks some provocative questions about gender, parenting, promotion, and historians here.  Take a look.

Don't be an Interrupting Cow

The joke, a favorite of small children I know, goes like this:

Knock, knock!

Who's there?

Interrupting cow!

Interrupt...

MOOOOOO!!!

And I've been thinking about that as I continue my international disciplinary workshop / gender theatre 101.  I have noticed a woman interrupting a man precisely once in discussion.  Every woman, including me, has been interrupted by men multiple times.  Last week, a male participant interrupted a female participant about three times in as many minutes, insisting that she wasn't answering his question.  Of course she wasn't answering.  She was supposed to have the floor, and couldn't get a word in edgewise. Yesterday, the female presenter, when answering a question, was interrupted by a male participant who started his comment with, "I demand that you fix this."

Don't be an interrupting cow.  Shut up.  Listen.