“confessions of a former MRA”
Reader BraveGamgee sent me an interesting email recently, which I am reprinting here with his permission… [This post is not behind the paywall.]
Year: 2015
meet the Angry Woman Power Beaver
My superhero alter ego has a furry face… [This post is not behind the paywall.]
London photos: the Skip Garden
Near King’s Cross is the Skip Garden, a movable community garden planted in skips (what we call dumpsters in the U.S.).
Where Are the Women? Maggie
When bad things happen to women, men’s feelings about this are more important than anything else, including how the women feel. [This post is not behind the paywall.]
Maggie movie review: sympathy for the zombie’s dad
Admirable but not very engaging SF drama that either fails to recognize the potential of its central conceit, or else is too afraid to confront it head-on.
Where Are the Women? The Lazarus Effect
All the female characters here could have been played by men without impacting the story at all. There aren’t many movies we can say that about. [This post is not behind the paywall.]
The Lazarus Effect movie review: flatlined horror
This is a remarkably inert movie: unscary, unexciting, and so obvious that it announces how obvious it is going to be in advance.
London photos: inside St. James Close
St. James Close is a private garden tucked between an old church and its former almshouse.
Where Are the Women? Entourage
Who are the women in Hollywood? If they’re not nagging wives or saintly mothers-to-be, they are sex toys for men. What else is there? [This post is not behind the paywall.]
Entourage movie review: say goodbye to Hollywood
Hollywood does kinda make sense now: it’s a neverending frat party of talentless rich bastards.
