Ms. Walberg has two pieces in two papers recently, one on the GMAT and the other on daycare. I post about this to show off on her behalf.

I am talking to a class at St. Paul University here in Ottawa tomorrow about the injustice of abortion for women. I see it’s posted here as a public lecture, so feel free to come if you are in the area. (Starts at 5:00 pm in the Saint Paul University Amphitheatre.)

Love this column. All of it. Mythbusting stereotypes on the gender front is important. I like the last line, too:

I don’t know how many women “should” be in top jobs, but it’s possible that there are about as many there as want to be there. Maybe our granddaughters will make different choices. In the meantime, maybe we should be congratulating ourselves for our success.

Why old school feminists won’t celebrate still baffles me–but perhaps that’s because they’d lose their Status of Women jobs. Some women have made a career out of complaining. Too bad.

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Rebecca adds: Ah, but “old-school feminists” are wedded to belief that gender is a social construct. If you deny the possibility that, at the level of large populations, men and women have different aptitudes, goals, interests and predispositions, then there can be no reason BUT sexism for them to have different career paths; even if we could prove to the Gloria Steinems and Andrea Dworkins that women are represented at the CEO level at about the same proportion that they want to be at that level, why that would simply prove that women are brainwashed by a patriarchal society to want different things. I’m afraid a lot of ideologues have made the small but important hop across falsifiability; there is nothing we could show them that would shake their confidence in their assumptions. Which, per Karl Popper, puts them squarely into dogma and superstition, rather than rationality, but that’s another post …

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Brigitte doesn’t know a lot about gender theory, but would like to say that as an incorrigible heteronormative kinda gal, I like it when men and women do different things just because they are, you know, different. I wouldn’t want men and women to be just the same. That would be boring and horrible.

The average British man or woman has slept with 2.8 million people — albeit indirectly, according to figures released Wednesday to promote awareness of sexual health.

Read the story, here. (Does anyone ever wonder how it is that culturally we make fun of people who promote abstinence?)

I like thoughtful critiques that make me think about the way I think.

This isn’t one of them.

I caught this article as I was reviewing my notes for an upcoming talk on Why Abortion is an Injustice for Women. (I was typing away from behind my hijab, pondering how to please my male masters when someone sent me the link.)

You can disagree–absolutely–but there should at least be some substance to that disagreement.

Anyway, I’ll be speaking about abortion as injustice for women at the deVeber Institute conference on Friday, October 2 in Toronto. The conference title is Reproductive Decisions and Women’s Well-Being: Current Research and Practical Solutions.

Barbara Kay writes a funny column about attempts to legalize euthanasia in the form of a letter to her children:

I do not want to be bumped off. I can’t state the case more unequivocally than that. I don’t care if I am a “burden” to you (you were once to me, that’s how life works); I don’t care how long it takes me to die, and how inconvenient that is to the medical system; and I don’t care how selfless an example other parents are setting in graciously exiting the world for their dependents’ sake before nature intended.

The whole thing is worth reading, if only because it’s not often that one can laugh while reading about euthanasia.

I’m glad that Vancouver’s public library cancelled this:

The Vancouver Public Library has told an Australian group that it can’t use the library’s public meeting rooms to hold a suicide workshop for the terminally ill.

On the other hand, I have a bit of a morbid curiosity (pardon the pun) to know who would have come, if anyone. Probably some of the saddest, most depressed folks around–in which case, if I lived in Vancouver I would have gone, found out their addresses and started some sort of home visitation program. Bring by some fresh flowers, ask about their lives. Infuse a little something to make life worth living.

Who on earth offers “suicide classes” anyway? And there, my post title is less a joke, and more a sardonic statement of reality. Not messengers of hope and decency, these folks.

Whatever this ad was supposed to be for (see YouTube clip below), it sure wasn’t tourism. This news item about the debacle explains that the offending ad has been pulled.

I would have thought it was an ad warning against random sex with strangers, be it in Denmark or otherwise. If that was the point, I’d say it’s probably not half bad–because, as we are so fond of repeating here at PWPL, sex sometimes does result in pregnancy.

[youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFB42TUtUQU]

To conclude, remember, if you are off to Denmark to have sex with strangers, you could be leaving a terribly beautiful Danish woman behind with your child. Thanks, Denmark Tourist Bureau!