Smarties, have you seen today’s Google Doodle celebrating Smart Girl Nellie Bly? She penned an incredibly fierce rebuttal to a sexist column titled What Girls Are Good For, which claimed that women are best suited for domestic chores rather than work outside of the home.

This led to a career in investigative journalism, a trip around the world, and smashing the patriarchy.

“Have you seen today’s Google Doodle celebrating Smart Girl Nellie Bly? She penned an incredibly fierce rebuttal to a sexist column titled “What Girls Are Good For,” which claimed that women are best suited for domestic chores rather than work outside of the home.

This led to a career in investigative journalism, a trip around the world, and smashing the patriarchy.

Watch the Google Doodle animation (with a song) here

As seen on the  Amy Poehler’s Smart Girls Facebook page

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Omg you need to make more of these !!!

OMG don’t mind if I do, I love shit like this

Imagine Starsky and Hutch going grocery shopping and playfully arguing over what kind of cheese to get to go with the fancy rice crackers Hutch likes.

Also: imagine Starsky sneaking a box of cookies into the cart when Hutch isn’t looking, and when they’re at the checkout, Hutch frowns, looks at Starsky, and points at the cookies, and Starsky goes, “Hutch, You can’t whine unless you’re the one payin’ for the groceries.”

Imagine Hutch gardening outside in the springtime while Starsky sits nearby and sips lemonade.

Imagine Starsky trying to make a salad for Hutch and ending up putting too many carrots, fruit, nuts, cucumbers, cheese, and onions in it because it “looked too leafy” and Hutch is just standing there, smiling and shaking his head thinking, “at least he tried”.

Imagine Hutch sulking around cos he’s sad about something and Starsky acting like Buster Keaton to cheer him up.

Imagine Starsky brooding because he’s sad about something and Hutch surprising him with his favourite food (oh wait didn’t this actually happen? XD).

Imagine Starsky taking care of Hutch when he’s sick by making him some Jewish penicillin (chicken soup).

Imagine Hutch making a pot of coffee, walking away from it for like 10 minutes, coming back to get some, and being surprised that half of it is gone. Then he looks over at Starsky, who is reading the sports section of the newspaper and absent-mindedly sipping from his coffee cup.

Imagine Starsky and Hutch yelling at the TV whilst watching a stupid TV show.

Imagine Huggy selling Starsky and Hutch an old jukebox and they set it up in their house and rock out to Elvis, Little Richard, Chubby Checker, Fats Domino, and The Beatles.

Imagine Starsky reluctantly agreeing to go jogging with Hutch until he realises that if he jogs behind Hutch, he can stare at his ass for an hour.

Imagine Hutch telling Starsky he needs the clothes he’s wearing so he can do the laundry and they both end up naked in the laundry room…..

Then, imagine Starsky and Hutch walking around the house the next morning with messy hair and wearing each others’ clothes.

Imagine Hutch dragging Starsky out camping, and Starsky is reluctant until he figures out it means that he gets to make s’mores and make out with Hutch under the stars.

Imagine Starsky and Hutch renting a cabin (with one bed) and getting snowed in, so they have to “huddle for warmth”.

Imagine Hutch’s car breaking down in the middle of nowhere and he and Starsky making “good use” of the time they have while they wait for the towtruck.

Imagine Starsky and Hutch sitting on the couch with a few drinks after a crazy shift and Starsky puts down his drink and starts kissing Hutch all over, and Hutch says “Starsk, not tonight, I’m too tired,” but Starsky says “just relax, I’ll do all the work” and gives him a massage with a happy ending.

Imagine Starsky and Hutch holding each other in bed and then giggling hysterically when Starsky’s stomach rumbles (And then Hutch is like, “If you think I’m gonna make you a sandwich, you’re out of luck because I cannot walk”).


In Guillaume Bonn’s remarkable photographic essay “Silent Lives,” the relationships between members of Kenya’s white, Asian, and affluent black communities and their black servants are vividly and disquietingly examined.

As Bonn writes, “For a large number of Kenyans, employment as domestic servants underline the seismic disparities in a country where over fifty percent of the population live on less than a dollar a day while others reside in stately homes and colonial estates.” Bonn knows all about such awkward social dichotomies, for he is a product of them—he is a white African, whose great-grandfather took part in the French military conquest of Madagascar in 1884-86 and then settled there. Bonn’s grandfather was born in Africa, as was his father, and so was he. Bonn grew up mostly in Kenya. 

For a long time, Bonn said, he thought about doing a project on nannies. “I often wondered, all these years, what had happened to all the ones my parents had hired to take care of me when I was a kid. I realized that I knew nothing about them, and I barely remembered their names, where they came from and what their personal stories were.

…the employers and employees in this series [exist] in uneasily close proximity to one another, intimately bound but forever distant.

Click-through for a slideshow of Guillaume’s photos, and more from Jon Lee Anderson on this social dichotomy in Kenya:


What’s wrong with Women’s History Month?

Sociologist Laurel Westbrook criticizes Women’s History Month for praising women who do work deemed masculine without also praising women who do unrewarded, but socially invaluable feminine work. 

“Caring for others and teaching youth are wonderful things that everyone should be encouraged to do. Our history books should be filled with people of all genders who were exceptional in these areas. But, these traditionally feminine pursuits are not what earns one accolades during Women’s History Month, or any other time.

As a consequence, people are not taught to value such jobs or the people who do them. This one-sided celebration is unlikely to solve the very problem that Women’s History Month is ostensibly designed to combat: gender inequality.”

Read her full essay at Sociological Images.

Lord Glenconner left his multi-million pound estate in St. Lucia to his “manservant”, Kent Adonai, who slept at the foot of his bed for 30 years (since he was 17). Lady Ann Glenconner has asked Adonai to “do the right thing” and return the property to her family.  Notice the colonialist language of the articles and images.

image & story source: The Daily Mail

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Winry and Paninya from Fullmetal Alchemist working hard on delivering a baby: Domestic work traditionally classified as “women’s work”- like bringinglife into the world- is just as badass, if not more so, than “heroics” traditionally coded as “masculine”.

See- this entire episode/chapter. 

I’m reading about the exploitation and mistreatment of domestic workers for class right after my white grandma told me she fired her Mexican caregiver for having health issues and needing to take time off and also because she knew people in prison.

We talk about employment or staying home as a matter of choice, which obscures what it takes to make that choice: money and a mate. Do books praising the stay-home life ever suggest that if it’s really best for children, the government, which supposedly cares about their well-being, should make that possible for every family? The extraordinary hostility aimed at low-income and single mothers shows that what’s at issue is not children—who can thrive under many different arrangements as long as they have love, safety, respect, a reasonable standard of living. It’s women. Rich ones like Ann Romney are lauded for staying home. Poor ones need the ‘dignity of work'—ideally 'from day one.’

I’m a writer but I’m also a teacher and having been successful at both I can tell you that people who say things like “Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach,” ought to try to teach. It is hard to be a teacher…. 

I have dedicated my life to art but honestly, in many ways, artists are parasites.  We don’t keep people warm, we don’t feed people, we don’t keep them dry (unless they use books to build a shelter.)  Give me an oncology nurse any day.  You can all deluge me with emails about how important art was/is to you and I won’t disagree, but try living in your car for a week.

I’m proud of what I do.  But I’ve arguably changed more lives by being a mom and by teaching than by writing.

As industrial capitalism approached consolidation, the cleavage between the new economic sphere and the old home economy became ever more rigorous. The physical relocation of economic production caused by the spread of the factory system was undoubtedly a drastic transformation. But even more radical was the generalized revaluation of production necessitated by the new economic system. While home-manufactured goods were valuable primarily because they fulfilled basic family needs, the importance of factory-produced commodities resided overwhelmingly in their exchange value—in their ability to fulfill employers’ demands for profit. This revaluation of economic production revealed—beyond the physical separation of home and factory—a fundamental structural separation between the domestic home economy and the profit-oriented economy of capitalism. Since housework does not generate profit, domestic labor was naturally defined as an inferior form of work as compared to capitalist wage labor.
Angela Davis, “Women, Race, & Class” (1981)
This is like literally the best little synopsis I’ve ever read explaining the origin of the social inferiority ascribed to domestic work under capitalism.
Refusing work – in this case, refusing domestic work – does not necessarily mean abandoning the house and denying care; rather, it mandates an interrogation of the basic structures and ethics that govern this work and the struggle for ways to make, as it were, unproductive.
—  Kathi Weeks, The Problem with Work: Feminism, Marxism, Antiwork Politics, and Postwork Imaginaries (2011), p. 125

Sherlock’s favorite part of their morning routine has always been watching John make breakfast. Before he would find excuses to be in the kitchen while John went through the motions of getting ready to start the day. Sometimes Sherlock had an experiment that needed tending, sometimes he used his petulant side to his advantage, but he would always position himself for the best view. Now, he doesn’t need an excuse as he watches his lover prepare breakfast. Sherlock watches unabashedly at the rise of the shirt, revealing the low dip at the base of John’s spine, as John reaches for an item Sherlock intentionally set just out of reach. He smiles at the soft sounds John’s bare feet make as he pads around the kitchen, humming to himself as he goes through his routine. John is of course aware of the undivided attention he has. It used to embarrass him, now he just ducks his head and grins at knowing.
Most mornings, Sherlock is able to resist the tug that smile does to him. But some mornings, like today, he can’t. Swiftly he rises from his chair and pulls the mug out of John’s hand, setting it on the counter with a loud thunk. John’s grin widens and he pulls Sherlock into a deep kiss, his hips on Sherlock’s waist. They spend unknown minutes lazily enjoying the feel of each other’s lips, slow kisses, lingering sighs, happily taking the moments in. There’s no case waiting, no need to rush. Eventually, John’s stomach rumbles, reminding them that, yes they do need to actually eat. John pulls back with a giggle and Sherlock smirks at him, before he returns to the table to enjoy his view.

In our view, when women fight for the wage for domestic work, they are also fighting against this work, as domestic work can continue as such so long as and when it is not paid. It is like slavery. The demand for a domestic wage denaturalized female slavery. Thus, the wage is not the ultimate goal, but an instrument, a strategy, to achieve a change in the power relations between women and capital. The aim of our struggle was to convert exploitative slave labor that was naturalized because of its unpaid character into socially recognized work; it was to subvert a sexual division of labor based on the power of the masculine wage to command the reproductive labor of women, which in Caliban and the Witch I call “the patriarchy of the wage.”
in other words

AkaKuro 16/4’s prompt of Domesticity and Future | Fluff & romance to counter the crack earlier today | AkaKuro living together | Mentions of Vorpal Swords | ft. bros Aomine & Kagami | title is reference to Fly Me to the Moon | AO3 version right here

If you feel like listening to something while reading, please give this song a chance! :D Some lazy mellow jazz to get the mood going~ Ted Heath - East of the Sun

Summary: Seijuurou is not a god. Nor does he work as a weather anchor on NHK afternoon news segment, which is the closest physical equivalent of a rain god.

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So you’ve heard that the Senate proposed a bipartisan plan to reform immigration laws on Monday which proposes pathways to citizenship — as well as an increase in border patrol. While the question of how same sex couples will be addressed under the law is still up in the air, Bryce Covert for The Nation points out that there’s another group that was excluded from the proposal’s fast tracked path to citizenship: domestic workers.

Immigration is most definitely a feminist issue. As we’ve reported on this blog before, our nation’s blatantly discriminatory labor field reflects onto the domestic work sphere–a sphere that lacks even basic labor standards. The overwhelming majority of domestic workers are women, and workers of color make up 54% of the domestic workforce. 23 percent of workers are paid below the state minimum wage, and undocumented domestic workers are paid about 20% less than those who are U.S. citizens.

—  Lori Adelman, “Quick Hit: Where Are The Domestic Workers In Immigration Reform?”, Feministing 1/30/13