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In case of emergency, throw a handful of coins at an attacker, or jab him in the crotch with a cactus.  This is how our foremothers survived the 80s, apparently.  Via.

In case of emergency, throw a handful of coins at an attacker, or jab him in the crotch with a cactus.  This is how our foremothers survived the 80s, apparently.  Via.

This lovely painting, called Female Model on a Platform Rocker, by Philip Pearlstein, lives at the Brooklyn Museum.  Which is also home to the totally awesome Dinner Party installation by Judy Chicago, a landmark in feminist art.

This lovely painting, called Female Model on a Platform Rocker, by Philip Pearlstein, lives at the Brooklyn Museum.  Which is also home to the totally awesome Dinner Party installation by Judy Chicago, a landmark in feminist art.

Talking Heads crossed with early Sting crossed with Tron.  You know you want it (she says, bouncing around singing “I’m still an animal”).

No water for you, ET.

No water for you, ET.

You maybe can’t read everything on this awesome mural, from San Francisco’s Mission District, so here’s what it says. The title is “Hearts of Gold/Fists of Fury.”  Each silhouette has a name and a “weapon.”Emma Goldman - Her weapon Pen of PoisonRosa Parks - Her weapon Full Fare Bus TicketEverywoman - Her weapon Rising UpPhoolan Devi - Her weapon Code BreakingMother Theresa - Her weapon Endless CompassionA bonus awesome thing about this mural is that I didn’t realize until after I had taken the picture that a friend of mine had worked on it, painting it with eight young women from the Bay Area.

You maybe can’t read everything on this awesome mural, from San Francisco’s Mission District, so here’s what it says. The title is “Hearts of Gold/Fists of Fury.”  Each silhouette has a name and a “weapon.”

Emma Goldman - Her weapon Pen of Poison
Rosa Parks - Her weapon Full Fare Bus Ticket
Everywoman - Her weapon Rising Up
Phoolan Devi - Her weapon Code Breaking
Mother Theresa - Her weapon Endless Compassion

A bonus awesome thing about this mural is that I didn’t realize until after I had taken the picture that a friend of mine had worked on it, painting it with eight young women from the Bay Area.