I’m making my new year’s resolutions early. Let’s NOT do this next year.
In a mixed-gender group, when women speak for 25 per cent of the time or less, it’s seen as being “evenly balanced”. And if women talk 25 – 50 per cent of the time, they’re seen as “dominating the conversation”
If you are a member of the dominant party in a social situation and that power matters to you, then you might pee yourself in delight at how speaking just over a quarter of the time makes you top dog. If you are the suppressed party (and for women we can also add any ethic minority), then you know that daring to collectively speak for more than a quarter of the airspace will lead to a backlash of “pushy and demanding”.
On a related note, this is spot on:
As we are the half of the world that doesn’t get to say as much as men, how we look works by way of our opening paragraph in any social setting…Now think of all the ways men can dress. It’s basically “some trousers”. Ninety per cent of what men wear is “some trousers”. You’re just getting up in the morning, putting on your trousers and getting on with stuff.
All from Caitlin’s article in Esquire (read here), linked by Yes and Yes, a former blog of the week.
Another shade in my yet to be produced paint-colours range. Also available: Tallinn and Monaco.
Photos December 2016.
He looked as handsome and as lively as ever, and was talking with interest to a fashionable and pleasing-looking woman, who leant on his arm, and whom Catherine immediately guessed to be his sister…he had not behaved, he had not talked like the married men to whom she had been used; he had never mentioned a wife, and had acknowledged a sister…and therefore instead of turning of a deathlike paleness, and falling in a fit on Mrs Allen’s bosom, Catherine set erect, in the perfect use of her senses, and with cheeks only a little redder than usual.
Jane Austen being delightful in Northanger Abbey, perfect reading for this time of year and parties.
A riff on Blog of the Week, as tout le monde tells me blogging is dead. Whatever.
I love a good podcast too, as those who’ve had me bang on about Chat 10 Looks 3 or Backlisted will attest. This one features two women who made a sci fi film in the first episode, and the other two broadcasts of The Violet Sessions so far sound just as good. One to settle in with on the train home / the sofa and a cup of tea – serving suggestion included above courtesy of Raphaelle Peale, my photo from the Met.
Fully how I intend to be today, turban most definitely included. Loveliness from the Callot Soeurs, 1926, via Pinterest.
The Window by Archibald Hattemore, Image via Pinterest. It’s time for new beginnings.
From Catalonia, via the Met. Photo October 2016.
A beautiful image by Tatsuro Kiuchi of an adult struggling to adapt in a new land that could serve easily as a metaphor of the Annunciation (that light fall could be the angel, and the incomprehensible text the mystery she is asked to grasp).
Down the road the refugees run
A child, a father and mother
Scared by what they’ve left behind
And what they fear to discover
The illustration belongs to an article on the refugee crisis and the lyrics, from Wild Goose Hymns, a disc that played most Christmases at our house when I grew up, reminds us of another family on the run – the new family of Mary, Joseph and Jesus, who in the current church calendar have to flee with a child a few weeks old. The holy family are the patron saints of refugees.
More images on Tatsuro Kiuchi’s website, or article available at the Lehigh Review.