Let’s talk censorship. Here’s my take on Instagram’s ban on the Goddess hashtag and why it is not okay on so many levels. #BringBackTheGoddess
As you may or may not have heard, Instagram has banned the hashtag #Goddess. While this move was allegedly to cut down on explicit content posted under the hashtag, Instagram has inadvertently stepped onto a landmine of sexism, ethnocentrism, religious discrimination, and censorship. Instagram previously tried to ban the hashtag #Curvy for the same reason and reversed the decision after the backlash they faced. Somehow, nobody at Instagram thought that “Goddess”, an arguably way more loaded term than “Curvy”, would have the same issue.
Yet issue there was. Immediately upon noticing the ban, myself and others took to Instagram and other social media platforms to protest. Hashtags like #Goddess, #BringBackTheGoddess, #BringBackGoddess, #GoddessTribe, #GoddessRising, and others took off on both Instagram and Twitter, some with thousands of posts already. There is also a Change.org petition to reverse Instagram’s ban on #Goddess. Articles about the ban can be found on The Mary Sue, The Daily…
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So, I know I’ve been terrible at posting to this blog and I really do intend to remedy that, but, in the meantime, I am keeping up with my other blog, Salt and Iron. Also, I’m happy to say that you can read my fiction for free all summer as a part of JukePop and Black Hill Press’s Summer Writing Project. So if Urban Fantasy, Horror, American history, Irish fairy lore, labor movements, immigration, and Appalachia are things that interest you, consider this your lucky day.
Great news! I’m participating in the Summer Writing Project, a collaboration between JukePop, which is revitalizing the serial, and Black Hill Press, which publishes the long-neglected shortform that is the novella. What does this mean? Well, it means that you can read my novella, Beneath Blair Mountain, as I update it serially all summer.
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Instead of talking about minority languages or outlawed languages as I usually do for St. Patrick’s Day, I give you a poem. Happy St. Paddy’s Day!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! In keeping with my last post about soda bread, here’s a poem that seemed fitting to share on such a holiday as this. This poem began quite randomly. A box of barley went missing in the apartment. Poof. Gone. I searched everywhere to no avail. As no one had eaten it and it’s not like someone would break in just to steal half a box of barley, I jokingly blamed the trolls. I’m a mythology major, I do that.
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Just like the title says, it’s time for more shameless self-promotion of my work, this time poetry (wouldn’t Braggi be proud). Two of my poems were featured in digital magazine Fabulously Feminist (which some of you may recognize from the Blogroll). I also talk ancient epics, the role of women in religion/mythology, and what inspires my work, so go check it out here. Feel free to poke around while you’re there and see what other awesome stuff Fabulously Feminist does.
More of my poetry and other non-banned-book thoughts can be found on my personal blog, Salt & Iron, which focuses largely on writing, myth/folk musings, and personal anecdotes about living with invisible/chronic illness. You can also find a list of all of all of the places to find me and my work on the internet here.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 7,300 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.