There are still blog entries floating around in my head, but I don’t seem to have the requisite oomph to type them. My research productivity is inching slightly upward, though. Slowly. Slooooow-ly. The pace of science occasionally drives me bonkers.
The used (“vintage”) clothing store (“boutique”) and hair-cuttery (“salon”) down the block from my house has a back-to-school display in the window, with a big teddy bear in a desk, and a bunch of brightly colored composition books for subjects like “Shopping 101”, “Boys 101”, and “Home Ec”. Le sigh. If I only had a brightly-colored calculus textbook to spare, I would engage in some light feminist guerilla work.
I found a scrap of sexist fabric in a free pile today. It’s printed with little cartoon advice about landing a husband – a woman with a net chasing after a man with a ring, showing how much she loves housework, acting bashful, not being too sexy, that sort of thing. There’s slightly less than a handkerchief’s worth, and vignetting the cartoons would be possible but rather tricky. What should I make?