Sandra Gilbert and Susan Gubar's Social Media
Shmoop eavesdrops on your favorite critic's online convos.
It was great to get all the sisters together at the last MLA. I never get sick of those conferences. Check out my photos of the feminist roundtable. What a hootenanny! I still get a chuckle from the crowd for that pen as metaphorical penis line. After all these years, that one just never gets old. Go figure!
I know, right?
Those young'uns still need some schooling. Wearing a mini-skirt does not mean you are making radical feminist declarations.
I rolled by the panel on publishing in the academy. That was good for a few titters. Here this guy's telling the audience we have come a long way in recognizing feminist contributions to criticism—but have you seen that university press's list? OMG—there's a companion to every male author short of John Grisham. "Long way," my eye.
You know I love you, Susan, but why do you do things like that? It's just not good for your blood pressure. And I forbid you to go to the book display. Just don't do it. For me.
You're right. I should have turned on my heels when I saw the title, How Feminists Ruined Everything with their Surly Attitudes: One Professor's Story.
I'm with Elaine on this one. Even in this day and age, we feminists must have each other's backs. By the by, things really ratcheted up at Yale's no-host bar. You-know-who showed up…
Go on…
Well, I was just standing around chatting with Carolyn Heilbrun about gynocritics and the idea of a woman's culture—and then she came in…
Yikes!
…with that wacky hair, chiseled face, and those phallic stilettos.
I've always tried to be friends with all of you. I think she's ironic and sassy. It's too easy to hate Camille Paglia.
I don't say anything bad about anyone ever. But I do think we are all sisters and though I like men, I think her energy is just a touch too masculine.
Once again, you and I agree, Sandra. Uncanny.
I love your page, Drs. Gubar and Gilbert!
Please, call us Sandra and Susan. We don't believe in these hierarchies. They're just the vestiges of a patriarchal culture.
Well, I want to organize a conference called "You Go, Girl," and was wondering if one of you would be willing to keynote.
Hmmm… I'm thinking you might want to find a Third-Wave Feminist for that gig.
I'd like to jump in here and volunteer. I have a great paper I'd like to share. It's titled "Glib Lib: How Feminism has Been Co-opted by Everyone from Lady Gaga to Anderson Cooper."
Hmmm. Can I get back to you on that?
Was just cranking Helen Reddy's "I am Woman," and the neighbors started banging on the floor with that phallic broom of theirs.
My neighbors do that when I listen to "No Scrubs."
Likes this.
Y'all should put me on your rotation. But beyond that, I highly recommend Alanis Morisette's "You Outta Know."
Def. And "Live Through This" by Hole. I always try to find that one on karaoke night.
It got pretty rowdy at the end when that Third-Wave Feminist started to take things so personally.