In a situation that seems fitting almost nowhere but on a sitcom, for the past week, I have been so disconnected from the network that a world populated by people perpetually in my circumstances would put everyone from online marketers to the bigger-than-life tech gurus like Apple out of business forever.
In my previous column, I said effortless perfection doesn’t exist. Last week I sought to undo the linguistic and social nightmare the term is.
In fact, I’d go so far as to say that one of the worst things Duke has done for itself this millennium is have the Women’s Initiative run that study that ever established “effortless perfection” as a term.
From behind a magazine’s pages or a computer’s screen, it’s easy to underestimate why a photographer would endure pressing against the frozen rails of shaky, ice-cutting ships or packing tightly onto fragile, motorized floats to hunt for the Arctic’s greatest prey: icebergs.
If feminism is to succeed, what it needs is a rebranding a la Steven Pinker.
