Why Are There Are No Women
Now, I'm new to this blogging thing, but as I link around to check out the Alphas in the various philosophical discussions going on the functioning of the internet in general, and blogging in particular, it seems to me that there are no females pack leaders. I read somewhere (?) that there are even more females than males using the internet, but apparently we don't do it for the same reasons. I see lots of female-founded blogs, but I haven't run across any (yet) that get into the kinds of heavy discussions as Doc Searls or Christopher Locke. Half the time I don't even know what these guys are talking about.
But I am fascinated with how this blogging thing works. And so my next task is going to be to add to my Blogs of Note some of the cool sites that I've stumbled on in my blogworld travels. But that's for tomorrow. The Nyquil is kicking in.
Well, I guess I really don't know why there aren't more women taking the lead in all of the technical, economic, and philosophical discussions about internet issues. I know that I don't because it often seems like so much mental masturbation. I'd rather be doing some creative cooking or knitting or sewing. Or reading. Or ballroom dancing. Or even just freeform blogging. Or maybe, with the time I have left in my life, I don't want to spend it trying to understand and analyze the incredible complexities of those issues, important as they are to how our society of communicators is going to continue to evolve.
But, You go, guys! Boop oop a doop.
Friday, January 11, 2002
Friday Nite Funk
Figured I'd touch base before my Nyquil kicks in. Another January, another sinus infection.
Watched "Dark Angel" and am realizing how much I miss "Nikita," although "Alias" at least tries. But "Nikita" had everything -- dark exotic music, a female lead who really was the equal of the men, including getting beat up periodically -- to say nothing of those sensuously disturbing "Michael" eyes.
So, what's an aging feminist like me doing fantasizing about such cartoon characters? Well, back in the forties and fifties, all there was were Wonder Woman comics. I mean, granted, Brenda Starr and Katie Keane were smart and had careers and all that, but only Diana Prince got a chance to kick ass, well sort of. There must be a part of me that stayed stuck in adolescent arrested development.
I also remember that "The Snow Queen" fairy tale was my favorite. Gerda (I think that was her name) actually was the hero of the story and got to have the adventures and save her little male friend. Not like that wimpy Cinderella. Or at least not like the traditional wimpy Cinderella. My former husband, a writer of the well-produced A Tale of Cinderella created one with a lot more spunk, but she's still not tough enough for my taste.
I was also a big fan of Xena, at least early in the series. I wanted to be her a few Halloweens ago, but decided that, while I'm not in bad shape for someone my age, I'd be better off as Betty Boop -- who, I believe was way ahead of her time. She flew airplanes, lived alone, had a career, ran for president, dressed sexy, had all kinds of adventures etc. etc. back in the forties before no more than a handful of women were doing those things. Boop oop a doop.
Figured I'd touch base before my Nyquil kicks in. Another January, another sinus infection.
Watched "Dark Angel" and am realizing how much I miss "Nikita," although "Alias" at least tries. But "Nikita" had everything -- dark exotic music, a female lead who really was the equal of the men, including getting beat up periodically -- to say nothing of those sensuously disturbing "Michael" eyes.
So, what's an aging feminist like me doing fantasizing about such cartoon characters? Well, back in the forties and fifties, all there was were Wonder Woman comics. I mean, granted, Brenda Starr and Katie Keane were smart and had careers and all that, but only Diana Prince got a chance to kick ass, well sort of. There must be a part of me that stayed stuck in adolescent arrested development.
I also remember that "The Snow Queen" fairy tale was my favorite. Gerda (I think that was her name) actually was the hero of the story and got to have the adventures and save her little male friend. Not like that wimpy Cinderella. Or at least not like the traditional wimpy Cinderella. My former husband, a writer of the well-produced A Tale of Cinderella created one with a lot more spunk, but she's still not tough enough for my taste.
I was also a big fan of Xena, at least early in the series. I wanted to be her a few Halloweens ago, but decided that, while I'm not in bad shape for someone my age, I'd be better off as Betty Boop -- who, I believe was way ahead of her time. She flew airplanes, lived alone, had a career, ran for president, dressed sexy, had all kinds of adventures etc. etc. back in the forties before no more than a handful of women were doing those things. Boop oop a doop.
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