Happy Friday! It's time for another special edition of our daily roundup, this time of news that is both unsurprising and deeply, thoroughly depressing. Get ready to be simultaneously weary and outaged!
• In related news, Slate's Emily Yoffe really thought she was dropping a truth bomb when she penned this article telling college women not to drink. Women are more likely to experience rape when alcohol is involved? Wow, Emily, you don't say. Hey, here's what else is involved when women are raped: rapists. [Slate, Feministing]
• Overt sexism at a comic con? You don't say! (Added reminder: If you're a nerd who's throughly over this bullshit, you probably already know that this weekend is Geek Girl Con, but I'm going to mention it anyway because it's one of the few cons where entitlement to female bodies isn't billed as a selling point.)
• Indiewire looks at women in sitcoms and argues that while Jess from "New Girl" has evolved over time, Mindy from "The Mindy Project" still doesn't know who she is. [Indiewire]
• Indian Health Services finally expands over-the-counter Plan B access for Native American women to be in line with federal law (though it's still not part of their policy to make it available to all ages without a prescription). Access to emergency contraception is particularly important for Native American women because of the high rates of sexual assault they face. [Feminist Majority Foundation]
Grassroots anti-street-harassment group Hollaback organized the event, welcoming community organizers, nonprofit members, and just plain angry folks to share histories and to air out grievances about everyday sexual harassment.
It's clear that at the end of the event that street harassment is all about ownership of space.
Hey, it's Friday! Happy early weekend, and here's a bunch of news from around the web.
• The champion Paralympic sprinter Oscar Pistorius has been charged with the murder of his girlfriend, Reeva Steenkamp. Though early reports speculated that the shooting death may have been a case of mistaken identity, Pistorius apparently has a history of domestic incidents. [The New Yorker]
• You're not the only one who's infuriated by the way politicians, including our president, refer to women only in relation to other people. We The People created a petition you can sign to urge Obama to cease using the "wives/daughters/mothers" frame in his speeches. [We The People]
• At Mommyish, Lindsay Cross has a personal essay about experiencing street harassment where you least expect it—namely, in front of your child. [Mommyish]
In fictional TV narratives, job interviews and negotiations are opportunities for farce. Especially when the manager is male and his subordinate is female, TV writers grab the opportunity to intersect career milestones with heterosexual complications. But when labor economics converge with gender in the real world, the result is far from uproarious.
Welcome to the latest installment of Ms. Opinionated, in which readers have questions about the pesky day-to-day choices we all face, and I give advice about how to make ones that (hopefully) best reflect our shared commitment to feminist values—as well as advice on what to do when they don't. This week: how to tell the difference between having coffee and Having Coffee.
I've been the coworker who never missed a chance to drink with coworkers and I've been the one who hated my job so much that the last thing I wanted to do at the end of the day was spend more time with my coworkers. That turned out to be a mistake, though: at my first job out of college, the occasional beer with coworkers kept me sane, but it took me a year to even consider it. One coworker there said I seemed "stuffy" to her, which would have been hilarious to the staff and volunteers at my next job. I drank with them regularly and developed a rep as something of a party girl. During the day, I fended off sexist comments and had to fight to be respected; being known as cool, fun and likeable probably worked against me.
A massively unfair catch-22, that: skipping the office Christmas party and keeping your head down at work can get you the wrong reputation in the office, but so can being known as the lampshader. (While men aren't immune to this kind of gossip, I frankly don't hear nearly as much murmured concern that the guy who got too lit last weekend might be a little more committed to the good life than he is to his job.)