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An Open Letter to The New Yorker by Julia Serano

Started by Lonicera, August 06, 2014, 08:34:04 AM

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Lonicera

Op-ed: An Open Letter to The New Yorker
by Julia Serano
AUGUST 05 2014 5:00 AM ET

QuoteDear New Yorker magazine,

You probably don't remember me — I was the transgender activist who briefly appeared toward the end of that Michelle Goldberg article you ran last week. You know, the one about the "dispute between radical feminism and ->-bleeped-<-." I know, that topic sounds somewhat bizarre and potentially fascinating — I'm sure you got lots of click-throughs on it! But the thing is, it was a rather awful experience on my end, and I want to share why with you.

Link: http://www.advocate.com/commentary/2014/08/05/op-ed-open-letter-new-yorker
"In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself in a dark wood, where the straight way was lost. It is a hard thing to speak of, how wild, harsh and impenetrable that wood was, so that thinking of it recreates the fear. It is scarcely less bitter than death: but, in order to tell of the good that I found there, I must tell of the other things I saw there." - Dante Alighieri
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Vicky

I refuse to have a war of wits with a half armed opponent!!

Wiser now about Post Op reality!!
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Lonicera

Quote from: Vicky on August 06, 2014, 02:11:18 PM
Link is not working
Thank you very muchly, corrected it. Seems accidentally capitalising the 'H' in http caused the addition of another http at the start. Oops!
"In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself in a dark wood, where the straight way was lost. It is a hard thing to speak of, how wild, harsh and impenetrable that wood was, so that thinking of it recreates the fear. It is scarcely less bitter than death: but, in order to tell of the good that I found there, I must tell of the other things I saw there." - Dante Alighieri
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