Friday, July 25, 2003
Trumpets and drums and drums and trumpets it's time for ...
"Yea! Another list!
"So why be bothered with links to female bloggers? The point to this initial exercise was that most lists that include issue-focused bloggers (those blogging about, say, politics) don't include women, so we wanted to feature recommended blogs that maybe aren't getting the attention they deserve. Or maybe they are and we just like them a whole lot, too."
Go on, guess who linked to flaskaland ... can't guess?
Ms magazine!
(p.s. I have to tell you this link in particular made my husband say he was especially proud of me.)
And why not? I have a long proud history as a woman. Why, I even bought an early edition of Our Bodies, Our Selves, and as even that simple act is related to music, I can mention this here. I first came across that book wa-a-a-ay back when it was published on brown newsprint and stapled together, when the cover price was lower than any other magazine of the time so that almost any woman could afford a copy -- 35 cents.
Moving about the often dangerous politically charged atmosphere of Berkeley of that era, when anything not "normal" or "usual" was deemed "suspicious", "underground", or "radical", where you sometimes had the feeling people were peering over your shoulder to take a surreptitious peek and keeping track of what you were reading, and sometimes paranoia was as thick as the tear gas ...
Having driven across country with an innocent-looking heavy carton or two in the trunk, travelling sometimes under the cover of benign and cooling darkness, crossing state lines guided only by an interstate highway map and a single-minded vision, moving unharmed through blockades and speed traps manned by local gendarmie, when even a velvet dress or a frizzy curl warranted suspicion enough to stop, search, and harrass ...
In plain daylight on Telegraph Avenue, disguised that day as a simple street vendor, and veiled by night by yet another a secret identity and assumed stage name was .... the nightclub piano player who went on to win a book deal for a group called then the Boston Women's Health Collective.
That deal with a local Berkeley publisher soon resulted in a major distribution deal, and the book continues on, and has since been translated into 19 languages. Well, that's one version of the story, isn't it? Anyway, that's how I came across my first copy.
Coming soon, a special edition for the post-feminists: Our Bodies, and None of Your Business
¶ 7/25/2003 01:53:00 PM
"Yea! Another list!
"So why be bothered with links to female bloggers? The point to this initial exercise was that most lists that include issue-focused bloggers (those blogging about, say, politics) don't include women, so we wanted to feature recommended blogs that maybe aren't getting the attention they deserve. Or maybe they are and we just like them a whole lot, too."
Go on, guess who linked to flaskaland ... can't guess?
Ms magazine!
(p.s. I have to tell you this link in particular made my husband say he was especially proud of me.)
And why not? I have a long proud history as a woman. Why, I even bought an early edition of Our Bodies, Our Selves, and as even that simple act is related to music, I can mention this here. I first came across that book wa-a-a-ay back when it was published on brown newsprint and stapled together, when the cover price was lower than any other magazine of the time so that almost any woman could afford a copy -- 35 cents.
Moving about the often dangerous politically charged atmosphere of Berkeley of that era, when anything not "normal" or "usual" was deemed "suspicious", "underground", or "radical", where you sometimes had the feeling people were peering over your shoulder to take a surreptitious peek and keeping track of what you were reading, and sometimes paranoia was as thick as the tear gas ...
Having driven across country with an innocent-looking heavy carton or two in the trunk, travelling sometimes under the cover of benign and cooling darkness, crossing state lines guided only by an interstate highway map and a single-minded vision, moving unharmed through blockades and speed traps manned by local gendarmie, when even a velvet dress or a frizzy curl warranted suspicion enough to stop, search, and harrass ...
In plain daylight on Telegraph Avenue, disguised that day as a simple street vendor, and veiled by night by yet another a secret identity and assumed stage name was .... the nightclub piano player who went on to win a book deal for a group called then the Boston Women's Health Collective.
That deal with a local Berkeley publisher soon resulted in a major distribution deal, and the book continues on, and has since been translated into 19 languages. Well, that's one version of the story, isn't it? Anyway, that's how I came across my first copy.
Coming soon, a special edition for the post-feminists: Our Bodies, and None of Your Business
¶ 7/25/2003 01:53:00 PM
