In Sunday’s paper, The New York Times reported on a rising phenomenon: Powerful female financial executives who are abetted by husbands willing to “stay at home” and be the primary caretakers of the couples’ children. “These bankers make up a small but rapidly expanding group, benefiting from what they call a direct link between their ability to achieve and their husbands’ willingness to handle domestic duties,” report Jodi Kantor and Jessica Silver-Greenberg.
I’ll admit it: I’ve been resisting disliking Robin Thicke. I know a lot of people consider the “I know you want it” chorus of his big hit, “Blurred Lines,” nothing short of a call to rape—and I have to say, the phrase “tried to domesticate you” makes me pretty queasy—but I could never understand what people heard that they thought was so much worse than—nay, even as bad as—the pop music norm. The un-self-serious, frankly goofy music video helped redeem the song for me. Plus, I think it’s fun to dance to—so sue me.
The problem is not that we cannot decide whether nearly-naked pop stars are empowered or exploited. The problem is that bland sexual performance is still the only power this society grants to young women
All of a sudden, everything is “rapey.” I blame Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines,” which conjured the adjective so many times that even the Wall Street Journal deployed it (surely a sign of the apocalypse). Gawker thinks YouTube pranksters who give unsolicited hugs are rapey.
Almost any discussion of the barriers women still face at work ends with feminists pleading for better child care options in the United States. At MIT, women will have this, thanks to … David Koch.
Last year, to counter the notion that the GOP was waging a "war on women," National Review ran a piece titled "The War on Men," by editor-at-large Kathryn Jean Lopez, who wrote, "I am deeply offended by what is being said about men," and went on to cite men like Rick Santorum, noted enemy of contraceptives.
Yesterday, Hanna Rosin published a version of the new epilogue she is appending to her book The End of Men, titled “The Patriarchy is Dead,” and set off a rerun of the criticisms she earned
Sheryl Sandberg, the Facebook executive, has been hailed as one of the feminist heroes of this decade. Her message, telegraphed most loudly in this year's "Lean In," has been criticized for being gussied-up corporate self-help, but it also has been earnestly memorized by young female go-getters across the country. And, it appears, middle-aged, powerful wealthy men, too.
Beit Shemesh never sleeps. After we filed the final revisions to “The Feminists of Zion,” our New Republic cover story about the women of the Israeli city, there have been several significant developments in their battle to live and move freely and in their fight against encroaching religious extremism.
Two hefty, anxious reports have this summer charted the decline of the humanities over the last several decades (setting off many dirges). But like most data sets, these numbers tell more than one story.