I’m pretty sure the humanities would taste better in a pie, and the sciences would taste better in soup.
One Foot In
Red is hot, passionate, active, thrilling, sexy. Blue is so wimpy, so non-descript.
Uninformed dissent bugs me about as much as uninformed consent.
My mate tells me that, when at the tender age of 18 he entered the Honors College of Indiana University, the faculty member welcoming the new class had this to say: “Why be in the Honors College? Because the sex is better.”
The point of feminism isn’t to promote certain identity groups over other groups. The point is to critique and to try to end unjust oppression.
Here’s a blog I never thought I would write...in defense of scholars reading papers at academic conferences. Something I never do anymore.
I got into a discussion with some colleagues about academic fist fights. One of us shared a story about taking on a powerful administrator who had made a racist and sexist slur about a job candidate. What happened to him, I asked? He got an endowed chair and relieved of his administrative duties.
After I helped her figure out what her stillborn conjoined twins (born almost three decades earlier) had looked like, Minnesota-based artist Deb Costandine took what she remembered and what she had learned anew and produced a stunning series of artworks in response.
I’m pragmatic. Just like my seven-year-old son, I’m old enough and smart enough to know that words can have different meanings in different contexts, and that sometimes a word that can make one person laugh and smile will make another cringe. We use the language that makes sense for what we want to achieve, given the context. When you speak a word, it doesn’t just matter what you say; it matters how the other person hears it.
There are a lot of c.v.’s being updated today! The two thousand scientists who make up the United Nations’ Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change have won the Nobel Peace Prize! (Oh, and some layman named Al Gore has won it with them.)