So I was having a perfectly cranky morning and out of the blue I get this message via email:
We are pleased to inform you that your paper, “Killing Me Softly: Women, Suicide, and War”, has been placed on a panel for the ISA Annual Convention, San Francisco 2013 . The panel is titled “Women in Combat: exploring gendered myths about ‘real’ soldiers .”
So if that was not bad enough, I found this:
ISA Annual Convention, San Francisco 2013
Friday, April 05, 2013
10:30 AM
Women in Combat: exploring gendered myths about ‘real’ soldiers
Feminist Theory and Gender Studies
International Security Studies
Women’s Caucus
Chair: Pruitt, Lesley J. (University of Melbourne)
Discussant: Gentry, Caron (University of St Andrews)
Discussant: Stiehm, Judith H. (Florida International University)
Åhäll. “Gender, Cohesion and Combat Effectiveness? Questioning the UK ban on women in combat roles ”
Aho and Gillette. “Killing Me Softly: Women, Suicide, and War”
Henshaw. “Why Women Rebel: A Cross-National Analysis of Female Participation in Armed Rebel Groups”
MacKenzie. “Combat Cohesion and Bands of Brothers: the Gendering of Military Bonding ”
McEvoy. “Heeding the Call to Arms in Northern Ireland: Loyalist Women and Identity”
Now don’t get me wrong, I am very honored that my paper (sorry, “our paper”, as I am a co-presenter with Madeline) has been accepted for the ISA conference and I look forward to presenting our paper and research, but they had already rejected the paper due to: We regret to inform you that we could not find suitable placement for your proposal(s) submitted to the 2013 International Studies Association Annual Convention in San Francisco. We received a large number of high quality submissions, and many excellent proposals could not be accommodated on the program and we were placed on the waiting list. So I expected not to be accepted and that was fine, its a big conference and not everyone gets chosen, and I had taken to harassing Madeline and others about how my paper was rejected and I was going to have a stress free conference with no cares or paper presentations. The other major issue is the date. It’s on my birthday! Granted this past birthday was the big traumatic one, but I had planned on staying in bed all day and basically vegetating, sleeping, and reading books ALL day. It was a simple plan, a simple dream. I had planned a wonderful sloth filled day and now I am presenting. Damn! Damn! Damn! Yes, yes, in a few days I will be very excited about the conference, paper, and presenting and I will soon start to plot and plan the presentation with Madeline, but today I am cranky.