Re-Feminist History (aka Bitchstory)

 Well, the truth is I forgot to write my article this week. Oops.  But I thought I would take this opportunity to remind you that Bitchscopes are back and available at Patreon.  patreon.com/bitchscopes Here's a sample of what you get: Tier 1 -The Bitchcraft Blanket Fort $5 / month  Astrology, rebellion, and emotional snacks. You get the essentials: the weekly forecast and the goddess-powered insights that make Bitchscopes what it is. No fluff, no ads, no algorithms — just feminist astrology that speaks your language. Includes: ✨ Weekly Bitchscopes (sign-by-sign goddess horoscopes) ✨ “The Quick and Dirty” weekly overview (chaos meets clarity) ✨ Access to community comments + discussion threads EX:  For this week, in addition to a weekly summary, you get this info and much more:  🪐 Key Aspects of the Week (Nov 17–23) 🪐 Key Aspects of the Week Mercury Rx in Sagittarius squares Neptune Rx in Pisces — truth gets slippery; verify before you preach. Venus enter...

The latest episode of Bitchstory: Breaking the Bank Ceiling  Join Patreon and get weekly  Bitchscopes  & more!   Let’s talk about everyone’s favorite anxiety number: the credit score. That three-digit tattletale that supposedly sums up your financial worthiness — it feels eternal, right? Like it’s been here since Moses asked for a mortgage? Nope. It’s younger than  The Simpsons... The Credit Score Is New, Arbitrary — and Kind of Ridiculous The modern FICO score was standardized in 1989 . That’s it. The whole “your number defines your future” model is barely middle-aged. For most of human financial history, credit was based on personal relationships, reputation, or a banker’s subjective opinion — which was obviously terrible for women, people of color, and anyone outside the old boys’ club. But the so-called “objective” system we replaced it with? Still kind of a mess. The Algorithm That Thinks It Knows You The score doesn’t care if rent went up, childca...

Catch up on podcast episodes!  Bitchstory Join Patreon and get weekly Bitchscopes & more!   In 1978, a group of women in Denver did something quietly revolutionary: they opened a bank. Not just any bank — The Women’s Bank of Colorado. At a time when women were still routinely denied business loans, mortgages, and even credit cards without a male co-signer, this wasn’t a “symbolic” move. It was self-defense. Before the Bank: The Cost of Dependence It’s easy to forget how recently financial independence became possible for women. Until 1973, a woman couldn’t even open her own checking account in many states without her husband’s or father’s signature. The Equal Credit Opportunity Act (ECOA) didn’t pass until 1974, making it (theoretically) illegal to deny credit based on sex or marital status. But legality didn’t equal access. Banks dragged their heels; women were still asked for a husband’s permission well into the 1980s. Before that, a woman’s “creditworthiness...

Something wickedly wonderful has risen from the retrograde — BitchScopes is officially back. Our cosmic comeback is bigger, bitchier, and more goddess-driven than ever. Think astrology rewritten through feminine eyes — part oracle, part rebellion, all empowerment. Each week we’re mapping the skies with asteroids, archetypes, and attitude. If you haven’t yet, come find us at Patreon.com/BitchScopes — because the stars have stories, and we’re finally telling them our way. And speaking of stories… let’s talk Gothic women. Because this week on Bitchstory , we descended into the candlelit catacombs of literary history with Violet Paget — better known by her pen name, Vernon Lee — a queer, cerebral, and hauntingly brilliant writer who turned the Gothic into something richer, stranger, and more psychologically alive. The Women Who Haunted the Gothic Before vampires sparkled or haunted houses had hashtags, women were already writing the dark stuff — and doing it better. The Gothic was the...

We all know The Mary Tyler Moore Show changed television — a single, career-driven woman tossing her hat in the air and into history. But what most people forget is that Mary Richards wasn’t just a character — she was a collective creation by the women who wrote her, shaped her, and made her laugh like she owned the soundstage. This week, we’re tossing our hats (and a little shade) to the women behind the curtain — the ones who wrote her in. When The Mary Tyler Moore Show premiered in 1970, TV writing rooms were basically cigar lounges with typewriters. Women were rare — decorative, if present at all. But by 1973, MTM Productions had changed that math: twenty-five of the show’s seventy-five writers were women. One of them was Treva Silverman , who helped define Mary’s blend of sincerity and bite. Treva once said she didn’t want to write about “women looking for a man,” she wanted to write about “women living their lives.” That might sound ordinary now, but in 1970, it was radical. She ...

  Before “cancel culture” was a buzzword, before Twitter could turn a joke into a career-ending headline, a fictional news anchor named Murphy Brown found herself at the center of a very real national debate about women, morality, and the right to speak her truth. It was 1992. The Murphy Brown writers had given their hard-drinking, sharp-tongued journalist heroine (played by Candice Bergen) a baby — on her own. No husband, no ring, no apologies. America mostly loved it. Vice President Dan Quayle, however, did not. He took to a campaign podium and scolded the show for “mocking the importance of fathers” and contributing to the “breakdown of family values.” Translation: a woman on television had made a choice outside patriarchy’s comfort zone, and men in power had feelings about it   Murphy Brown wasn’t some edgy underground  show — it aired on CBS, for heaven’s sake. But creator Diane English had built it as a Trojan horse: a mainstream sitcom that snuck feminist and...

  Roseanne Barr has always been a contradiction in denim. She was once the voice of the working-class woman — loud, brilliant, pissed off, funny as hell — and she became the cautionary tale for what happens when that same voice refuses to shut up. Her story is messy, uncomfortable, and important. Because if we’re going to talk about women, TV, and free speech, we can’t only talk about the ones who make it easy to clap. The Domestic Goddess Revolution When Roseanne hit the air in 1988, it was like someone opened a window in a stale sitcom kitchen. The Conners weren’t aspirational — they were real. Bills piled up. Kids were smartasses. Marriage was equal parts love and negotiation. Roseanne’s character wasn’t there to prop up a man’s ego or giggle from the sidelines — she was the engine of the story. Barr herself fought for that. She wasn’t just the star; she was the creative force who made sure the show didn’t turn into another “nagging wife, lovable husband” rerun. She hired wo...