Women running game. It's no longer “if” and it's no longer a question.

Each week, the Paperhouses Journal identifies and entertains an idea that relates to us, systemically or philosophically. Music, Play, Gender… Ourselves the mistresses of the Paperhouses platform and company, the role of gender and specifically of the second sex, has been the subject of occasional debate. That's why we've decided to go ahead and call attention to the gender gap by focusing our blog on “women” this week. Our timing couldn't have been better.

The provocative “Architecture's Lean-In Moment” piece, about the Pritzker Prize's failure to have awarded Denise Scott Brown and the many other women “ghosts of architecture,” in this month's Metropolis magazine, has been making the rounds, arousing a lot of discussion. Brown's criticism of the Pritzker Prize harkened back to the controvery around Rosalind Franklin, who famously co-discovered DNA (yes, as in the double-helix of genetic information). The controversy was in her not being conferred the Nobel Prize in Science, which went to her male partners instead. Even JK Rowling pretends to be a man to be taken seriously.

And she still fails…



Joana (who has a conributor editorial this week) has this anecdote:

I have been asked if being a woman makes a difference.
I read recently in The New York Times an interesting riddle that may illustrate the point:
A boy and his father are in a car crash and the father is killed instantly. The boy is airlifted to the best hospital in the region and prepped for emergency surgery by one of the top surgeons in the country. The surgeon rushes in, sees the boy, and says “I can’t operate on this patient. He’s my son.” Who is the surgeon? 

The answer is totally obvious, I would say, but to my surprise in every possible way, most of my family members said: the gay husband of the father!

Everything makes a difference, of course – who are we kidding? There is not much more to explain, and we are ready to move on!

But, and oing back to the Denise Scott Brown controversy, design and architecture are supposed to be different because it's classically and almost stereotypically been under the purview of women. And what about the silent majority of design reporters and journalists? Our favorite monthlies and blogs are all edited by women. I could name them, but that would only come across as pandering. Suffice it to say the Wendys, Amandas, Cindys, Jills, and Pilars… The Raes, Kazuyos, Zahas and Denises… these people, these humans, we are not named for saints or carry the legacy of forefathers. We are generative and looking forward. We run game without ellision of our excess, our difference, our determination or our origins.