International Women's Day

A 12-year-old female welder working for the Australian Air Force in 1943.

The Russian Night Witches, a bad ass female bomb squadron that fought in WWII and are worth reading about.

A female Shaman of a Native American people, specific tribe unstated or unknown. By Edward S. Curtis

Mother and child in Vietnam

Simone De Beauvoir

Goat herders, Dijibouti, Africa. From National Geographic

Georgia O'Keeffe

A soldier returning from her tour of duty.

Buddhist nun Pema Chodron

Frida Kahlo

Firefighters in a training activity during WWII.

A girl of the Dogon people in Mali.

Circus Performer, 1950. Image from retronaut.com

Camille Claudel

Amy Poehloer

Annie Oakley

From National Geographic: A woman is riding between the railway carriages of a local train heading north from Dhaka, the Bangladesh capital. Her luggage is tucked under the carriage in front of her. It is the month of Ramadan, a fast that culminates in Eid-ul-Fitr, a three-day celebration. Tens of thousands of people leave the city to go to their home village and celebrate with their families. Trains are packed and many who fail to get tickets before they sell out or can’t afford buying them at the black market ride on the roof of the train or, like this woman, finds a quiet spot between the carriages.

Balinese Women. Image by Brandon Hoover.

The singer/songwriter Amanda Palmer

Belarussian girls wearing homemade grass skirts dance in a river while celebrating Ivan Kupala Night, a traditional Slavic holiday, in Turov. Image from telegraph.co.uk.

All Images taken from Pinterest.

When It Rains

So: the day we got the new ac adapter delivered, our keyboard decided it didn't really want to type the letters 't', 'y', or backspace. Or do any capitals or punctuation. I secretly suspect Mr. V spilled beer on the keyboard, but we are not going to talk about that here.

Needless to say, a new computer is not in the cards (oh I laughed so hard I cried over that idea. Except I skipped the laughing part?).

It's fine, really, that I can't blog because thanks to a friend my life has been hijacked by the show Supernatural.


I am a little embarrassed to put this picture on my blog.

It should mean something to you when I tell you that I'm finding the third season to be alarmingly sexist and I'm watching the show anyway.


The sexism disturbs me. If the women aren't helpless and panicking, they are straight up demons. You heard me. The devil is a busty chick and she wants to ruin your road trip with your brother. It's like these writers aren't aware of the fact that their audience has to be about 99% female.

Seriously. How many men do they imagine are watching this show about two strapping young lads with the looks of George Clooney and Ryan Reynold's love child and the chemistry of a regency romance novel duke and red-headed hoyden before they hook up?

(If you are a male and you love Supernatural, first of all: We love you. Second of all, you are probably a bit of a sensitive guy, and that's really lovely and don't be ashamed. And third, I'd be willing to bet that you were one of those guys rooting for Pacey when all your bros were feeling Dawson. Yes?)

I'm hoping to be able to buy a new laptop in. . . um, March. When we get our tax return. Right now I'm blogging from the library and I just can't get over here without the girls more than once a week at most. Maybe in the meantime I can post some funny pictures of cats in microwaves? Oh wait, that one was absurdly unfunny. I'll try and think of something.

I just needed to let you know that I love you. And I am going for a little while, but I'm like a hero on a sci-fi show who's been sent to hell. Or heaven.

I come back.

I am Vesuvius and I want to ruin your road trip with your brother.