I have been despairing about the VIDA stats on women’s representation in magazines like The Atlantic and Harper’s (among other things), but Emily Gould is entirely fucking right. I open The New Yorker these days and think, “There’s nothing here for me.” So instead of reading it out of duty or to feel like I’m plugged into smart cultural conversations or to get mad because James Wood hates everything, I’m just not renewing my subscription. Maybe other young women will do the same and these magazines really will give way to something new and better. And I’m taking that sentence on not being a snob about who we work for to heart, because it’s a privilege to generally be able to write about what we want to write about and get paid a living wage for it. This is exactly what I needed to read today. (via judyxberman)
So true - and also, like, the dichotomy of men and women is not ALL there is. We need to leave He-Man Woman Haters Club to the rascals.