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On Our Radar

Bitch HQ post by Deb Jannerson, Submitted by Deb Jannerson on February 18, 2011 - 1:22pm; tagged anti-choice fanaticism, Blog Roundup, feminist blogosphere, On Our Radar, on tour, sexual harassment.

Another week, another roundup! Here's what caught our eyes this week around the Internet:

In the "Beyond WTF" file, Mother Jones dissects the proposed law in South Dakota that could have legalized the murder of abortion providers. Fortunately, Feministing announced Thursday morning that it's already been shelved.
Racialicious editor (and Bitch contributor) Latoya Peterson has announced her conference and speaking schedule!
After distasteful comments about Lara Logan's assault, the Huffington Post reports that journalist Nir Rosen has lost his NYU fellowship.
Also at HuffPo: hurray for Facebook? The "Relationship Status" droplist now includes "In a civil union" and "In a domestic partnership!"
The Riot's Catcaller Form reveals the misogynistic assumptions behind street harassment. (via Feministing)
MTV EXIT debuts their "When Will I Feel Love" video about human trafficking by Black Iris and Bethany Cosentino of Best Coast.
At RH Reality Check and Tiger Beatdown, Bitch contributor Sarah Jaffe continues to profile the ten Democrats who co-sponsored HR3.
VivirLatino explores the misleadingly-named Secure Communities program, which targets immigrants under the guise of protection from crime.
Yet another Bitch writer, Anna Clark, discusses the erasure of female voices in global literature over at Book Slut. In the same vein, author Eileen Myles responds to the Vida pie charts at The Awl.
And last but not least, Sparky at Womanist Musings comments on the fierce heteronormativity of a recent holiday.

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Why Don't We Do it in the Road?

Seven weeks on the Sister Spit tour

Article by Kira Garcia, appeared in issue Issue #11; published in 2000; filed under Art; tagged bugs, impromptu strip show, lesbian icons, Michelle Tea, Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival, on the road, on tour, performance, poetry, the south.

Seven weeks on the Sister Spit tour

Issue #11

the traveling spoken-word gang Sister Spit started five years ago as a weekly open mike where grrrly-type poets and performers could ply their trade at San Francisco bars and coffeehouses. In 1997, co-ringleader Michelle Tea, author of the charming and intimate memoir The Passionate Mistakes and Intricate Corruption of One Girl in America, and her partner-in-crime Sini Anderson, who has rocked poetry scenes from subway stations to Lollapalooza and everywhere in between, kicked off the annual Sister Spit Road Show.

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Why Don't We Do It on the Road?

Seven Weeks on Tour with Sister Spit

Article by Kira Garcia, appeared in issue Issue #11; published in 1990; filed under Activism; tagged Michelle Tea, on tour, poetry, Sister Spit.

The traveling spoken-word gang Sister Spit started ﬁve years ago as a weekly open mike where grrrly-type poets and performers could ply their trade at San Francisco bars and coffeehouses. In 1997, co-ringleader Michelle Tea, author of the charming and intimate memoir The Passionate Mistakes and Intricate Corruption of One Girl in America, and her partner-in-crime Sini Anderson, who has rocked poetry scenes from subway stations to Lollapalooza and everywhere in between, kicked off the annual Sister Spit Road Show. Every spring they determine the tour lineup by drawing from a hat ﬁlled with the names of women whose writing they like. The randomly chosen few pile into vans and take off across the country, unleashing new-school, girls-only poems and stories armed with heartbreak and humor (and the occasional striptease) on rabid fans and hapless victims everywhere.

Of course, tours need roadies. You know, drive the van, sling t-shirts and books, and try not to get drunk before you count the money. The day I met Michelle, she "just had this feeling" that I was destined to be the roadie for Sister Spit’s 1999 Road Show. Um, give up my professional summer internship behind a desk editing copy in exchange for a few thousand miles in a caravan of rowdy, punk-dyke poets? Hell, yes.

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