Bitch Blogs: Reproductive Writes: The Rebranding of Birth Control
Billboards proclaiming Black Children Are An Endangered Species have appeared across the city of Atlanta in the last couple of weeks. The poster was created by activist groups Georgia Right To Life and the Radiance Foundation. They claim that black women have three times the number of abortions in comparison to white women in the state and that this is indicative of a eugenics-based conspiracy to deplete the African American population. A conspiracy, they argue, that goes right back to the agitator for birth control, Margaret Sanger, who, they say, would have been happy to hear that 40% of African American women’s pregnancies are aborted.
Sociological Images: Guest Post: An Indigenous Olympics?
Some people who encounter this Olympics branding are bound to come away with the impression that natives (that is, individuals with a significant enough amount of native ancestry or culture) are respected, empowered, and well-integrated here in Canada. In other words, some viewers will view this marketing as a sign of harmonious bonds between natives and mainstream Canadian society.
Feministe: Dear USians on the Internet,
The United States is not the world. It’s not even the centre of the universe.
I have to admit that I am guilty of some of the stuff that Chally talks about in this post because the US culture is the culture that I know the best. But I am trying to work on this, and I think that’s all that Chally is asking us to examine in this post, even though she’s getting majorly attacked in the comments.
Salon: Broadsheet: Kevin Smith: The face of flying while fat
Which is why part of me is glad the Kevin Smith debacle happened — though I’m terribly sorry he had to go through it — because it put a recognizable face on the experience of flying while fat. See, those of us who are and/or love people to whom airlines’ “person of size policies” apply don’t automatically envision the discomfort of getting stuck next to a fatty; we envision the physical and emotional pain of being the fatty crammed between two potentially hostile strangers, at the mercy of flight attendants who might decide we’re fine on one flight and a “safety risk” on the next.