Flying and Changing and Living Without Death

Several times over the past year or so I've been reminded of the wondrousness of little light's incredible blog, Taking Steps, and yet neglected to add it to the blogroll. I've fixed that now.

If you want to know why you should be reading it, look here, and here, and here, and here.

Your Dinosaur Tattoo is Ready, Sir

Spotted in this week's Musician listings in the local Craigslist:

Lead guitarist looking for an Alternative Rock band. [...] Must start out doing covers. if the band can actualy stay together long enough before drugs, alcohol, or someone's wife breaks the band up.. then perhaps some originals.

Also, he's looking for someone who can come by and touch up the paint on the NO GRLZ ALLOWD sign on the door of his clubhouse.

But casual and pervasive misogyny is a thing of the past! We don't have anything like that going on in these enlightened times. Nothing to see here. Please move along.

Blameless and Amazon

Elizabeth Bear (whose books you should read, and on whose livejournal I've found myself of late engaging in the Wednesday night Criminal Minds fansquee, because I am the King of the Chubby Nerds) has written a self-described feminist screed on the Subterranean Press website that pretty much sums up exactly how I feel about this gender-and-society stuff:

Dear Patriarchy:

I don’t care what you think.

I’m not here to convert you. I’m not here to enlighten you. I’m not here to try to earn your respect. I don’t need it.

I am not scared of you.

It is, as the kids these days say, made out of awesome. RTWT, right now.

(And it occurs to me that this is more or less exactly the sort of thing I mean when I say, "I'm a feminist. Not the nuts kind.")