Episode 84: The F Word

This week I’m ranting about the F word – no, not that one, the other one. Yes indeed it’s all about feminism and knitting. Plus there’s a rundown of what I’ve been knitting lately, stories of the worst dates ever, and an animated film about a farmer, a UFO and some sheep. Obviously.

Peckham school knitters

That Huffington Post article

Aidez, Audrey, Featherweight

Awful dates in 140 characters

Hexipuffs – The Beekeeper’s Quilt

Sheeped Away

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4 Responses to Episode 84: The F Word

  1. Abby says:

    I love you! At first I thought the F was going to be for Finishing (which is often responsible for the use of the other F word :-)). Your essay on feminism was perfect! I agree completely.

  2. xenia says:

    feminism, in my mind, is the general recognition that women are human beings. and tha’s still forthcoming, isn’t it.

  3. Annette says:

    “If you really think knitting and cupcakes are what’s preventing us from acheiving equality, then I’m sorry, but you’re an idiot.”
    Quote of the year! Love you, Hoxton!

  4. oone says:

    As to there being no “badasses” around who knit, this woman obviously never heard of Underground Railroad conductor – armed Union spy – Abolitionist – former slave – leader of armed slave liberation raids – AND suffregette: Harriet Tubman (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harriet_Tubman). All THAT and she was evidently rather proud of her knitting, as there are FORMAL photographic portraits of her with her needles and works in progress. The thing is, true female badasses seem not so much interested in raiding tombs and looking good in leather catsuits (all male oriented fantasies, if you ask me) but in worthwhile causes, child welfare, animal welfare, the right to vote, the right NOT to be married off to a dirty old man at the age of 8, etc. They were/are the pests, the gadflies, the bores who interrupt more interesting (to the men of their day) things like smoking in large groups over snifters of brandy to remind them that a child of six was the one who rolled their cigars or an underpaid immigrant mother stitched their shirt during a 12 hour shift with no breaks while shackled to a factory sewing machine.
    Badasses, all, and not one form-fitting leather catsuit in the lot!

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