For maybe the first time ever, I feel a multitude of generations of women behind me, around me, supporting me now. And the scars we collect, these stories and tattoos, these wrinkles and grey hairs... they all have a reason.
Last Saturday night at Stanford University, I had the honor of publicly debating the world's leading anarcho-primitivist philosopher John Zerzan. As a transhumanist, I differ from Zerzan on just about every topic.
Over time, we internalized this idea of dominion over things. Because we could harness the power of the seasons, we marveled when we learned to harness the power of water and steam, electricity and the atom.
I'd like to call attention to the nurturing of our creative and professional selves, an aspect not always so well attended to. We always hear about the proverbial "boy's club" in business, politics, and the professional arena -- can we do a sound check on our "sisterhood" -- can we say the same?
I've been writing professionally for a long time now, taking breaks here and there to procreate, and I can tell you that I would not be as far along in my career if it weren't for a network of women who have helped me along the way, just as I've helped them.
People are starting to gather around deeply personal and unique aspects of themselves -- and because of their sheer number and the ease of personal expression, the Internet is providing a much more nuanced look at behavior and true ideology.
No single election can resolve the underlying drivers of partisanship. More and more, compelled by the deep imperative for our safety and survival, we are circling the wagons of our own unique groups and treating those with whom we disagree as the enemy.
Down in the hard wiring and chemistry of the brain's survival instincts, if you show someone a picture of Roger Clemens and talk about the charges that he lied, it's like showing them a picture of a snake.