I saw this meme on Facebook yesterday and immediately knew what I was going to write about next. I mentioned in a previous post that we had social media back before it was called social media. I’m kind of an old hand at it. I started using LiveJournal, a social blogging site, in the early 2000s. Ran into all sorts of interesting people there, even at one point becoming LJ-friends with the author Dr. Suzette Haden-Elgin. Some of you old-school feminists will be familiar. I also encountered this interesting individual who went by the handle “ginmar” and who first went viral — before we called it “going viral” — for her account of being an Army soldier at Fallujah and also being a female Army soldier who got urinary tract infections in the field because male soldiers would harass her on the way to the restroom facilities. She had a refreshing working-class perspective on feminism which was in short supply then and is even scarcer now unless you know where to look, and most women don’t. And, generally, when someone wasn’t starting drama, I enjoyed my LJ friends. We had some good conversations. I like good conversation. It was a heady time.
The silence of my "friends"
The silence of my "friends"
The silence of my "friends"
I saw this meme on Facebook yesterday and immediately knew what I was going to write about next. I mentioned in a previous post that we had social media back before it was called social media. I’m kind of an old hand at it. I started using LiveJournal, a social blogging site, in the early 2000s. Ran into all sorts of interesting people there, even at one point becoming LJ-friends with the author Dr. Suzette Haden-Elgin. Some of you old-school feminists will be familiar. I also encountered this interesting individual who went by the handle “ginmar” and who first went viral — before we called it “going viral” — for her account of being an Army soldier at Fallujah and also being a female Army soldier who got urinary tract infections in the field because male soldiers would harass her on the way to the restroom facilities. She had a refreshing working-class perspective on feminism which was in short supply then and is even scarcer now unless you know where to look, and most women don’t. And, generally, when someone wasn’t starting drama, I enjoyed my LJ friends. We had some good conversations. I like good conversation. It was a heady time.