How to Date Yourself

This is a response to this Tumblr’s call for submissions, as brought to my attention by Heather from this Jezebel post.

The New York Times Book Review (like so many book reviews) made a very gendered “mistake.” As Jezebel so succinctly put it: “The New York Times Book Review’s How-To Issue lists eight pieces on its cover, two of which are written by women. And guess what they’re about? Raising children and cooking.” Molly Templeton, creator of the Tumblr, points out that of course “There is nothing wrong with cooking and raising children; there are lots of things right and wonderful with these pursuits. They are also, as I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, traditionally female tasks.” She thus asks women to write their own how-to pieces and submit them. Before I dive into my piece, consider this a formal call for you to do the same, should you feel so inclined. You can submit them to us first (fuddledfeminists@gmail.com) and send the link to her, or send it right to her if you’d rather. Either way, I’d love to read it. I can’t think of a woman I know who doesn’t know how to do something amazing amazingly well.

So here it is:

How to Date Yourself.

1. Before you even try asking yourself out, it helps if you like yourself. You and yourself will have to spend a lot of time together, so if you don’t like yourself, try to fix that ASAP. Do you find yourself boring? Always thinking about the same old thing? Nothing to do in your free time? Consider yourself a dull work drone with nothing more satisfying waiting for you at the end of the day than a glass of wine? Don’t be discouraged. Mostly, you just need to be not-so-hard on yourself and maybe give yourself a little makeover—no, silly, not the women’s magazine sort. This makeover involves asking yourself what you like to do, what makes you happy, what you might like to try, and then giving yourself more of it. Do you like to paint? Do you like to go rock climbing? Do enjoy researching thermodynamics? Next try to think about the other things you already like about yourself. Once you start looking at yourself in terms of positives rather than negatives, you’ll start to realize all the reasons you want to go out with yourself. Time to start dating.

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I have a vagina.

This may come as a shock, but I have a vagina. Moreover, believe it or not, vagina is the word that I actually use for it. And, brace yourselves, vagina is the word I have always used for it.

The Great Wall of Vaginas, by Jamie McCartney

Okay, okay, before I continue with this, let me get something out of the way. One of the things that made Heather and I want to start this blog was the occasionally, shall we say, scorching atmosphere of other feminist blogs. We love them, we read them, we talk about them, they are an important part of our lives. But we are befuddled, uncertain feminists educated in the fields of English and Microbiology rather than Women’s Studies, and sometimes we get the sense, round the internets, that we don’t have it right, that we aren’t quite feminist enough. So we wanted a place where we could fumble freely and talk about all this shit with other women from all places in life. I give this preamble because I am about to disagree entirely with a recent article from Jezebel. But I still totally respect the writer of that essay and the fine women at Jezebel. I don’t mean to say that they’re doing it wrong. I don’t really want to be all negative. I think that divisions between feminists are not all that helpful. But healthy disagreements are fine, right? I don’t know. I both want to speak freely and hesitate to be some kind of bringer-down of other wonderful women. See this, right here? This is a fuddled feminist, just doing the best she can. So bear with me. Onward, then.  Continue reading

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