The image at left is from our friends, the LOLcats. Everyone needs a feminist cat buddy to keep your friends honest, right?
At the Berkshire Conference, everyone was given a name tag on a string by default, which seems to be the overwhelming preference of women scholars at any conference. (We don’t wear jackets all the time any more, and certainly not at a summer conference, so tags on strings are so much more practical.) The only thing is that everyone winds up scanning everyone else’s diaphragm-to-navel region, instead of the mid-chest region, when they’re working the room.
Maybe conferences should just buy 1,500 or so Burger King crowns, and ask conference goers to write their names on the crowns with Sharpies. That would lend an air prankish self-deprecation to the festivities. How seriously could Professor Famousname take herself when delivering a paper while wearing a cardboard crown? (Which eminent scholar would you like to see dressed like she had just hosted a birthday party at Burger King for seven year-olds? Don’t forget the cheezburgers!)