Senators in G.O.P. Voice New Doubt on Court Choice - New York Times:
Senator Norm Coleman, a Minnesota Republican in the political middle of his party, said he needed 'to get a better feel for her intellectual capacity and judicial philosophy, core competence issues.'
don't know about you but i think this is hilarious.
they're in a dither about meirs' intellectual capacity and core competence (how corp speak) and we have the president we have. i guess it's all ok to elect a truly mediocre man to the highest office in the land but it's not ok to put a mediocre woman on the supreme court.
not that i'm a fan of meirs and her problematic willingness to ban abortion for all women unless we're bleeding out somewhere. but i find it interesting that she's getting the grilling from the GOP based on skills when this administration is full of puddingheads who couldn't string together a coherent plan or skill set if a gun was held to their heads and their testicles were on fire.
sexism? naaah. couldn't be.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
fascinating: diary of a wife
i honestly can't remember how i came across this blog.
it's an older salon blog but it's a really interesting conversation about marriage, sex with a littl ebit of advice column thrown in. the main readership is male and it's fascinating to read their responses to what a woman thinks. i've been reading it for the past two nights and i can totally see patterns of my parents' marriage in her posts.
anyway, you should check it out. it's like a marriage/sex manual written by someone's cool mom.
it's an older salon blog but it's a really interesting conversation about marriage, sex with a littl ebit of advice column thrown in. the main readership is male and it's fascinating to read their responses to what a woman thinks. i've been reading it for the past two nights and i can totally see patterns of my parents' marriage in her posts.
anyway, you should check it out. it's like a marriage/sex manual written by someone's cool mom.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
niice: olsen twins of the white nationalists
via feckless, the all-american story of two cute kids just trying to catch a break in this rough and tumble world - you know, in that 'kill all the black people' kind of way.
aren't they adorable?
aren't they adorable?
Monday, October 24, 2005
Asking the Wrong Questions: 4 Popular Misconceptions About Pride and Prejudice
i seem to be obssessed with austen.
here is abigail nussbaum discussing popular misconceptions of pride & prejudice. (just in case any of prof L-'s students are still hanging around...)
...
and i still have no idea what i'm going to submit to that contest...grrr.
here is abigail nussbaum discussing popular misconceptions of pride & prejudice. (just in case any of prof L-'s students are still hanging around...)
...
and i still have no idea what i'm going to submit to that contest...grrr.
oh, blah.
the sox won game two of the series tonight. yay.
the bears beat the ravens, whoever they are. again, yay.
i spent the whole weekend nesting, recovering from the week and the big fundraiser. roomie hung out with T- and i tried to write a little bit. when that failed, i ate a whole pint of ice cream and started reading the chronicles of narnia. when one's sex/love life is as barren as mine at the moment, you need to stuff every nook and cranny with as much distraction as possible.
political news usually gets me excited but right now there's nothing grabbing my gullet. the world of men is increasingly distasteful; they've created these games that are eating them, and us, alive and i'm exhausted by it all. the playground pendulum of What Goes Around slowly swings back our way and some rather nasty people could go to jail; if we're lucky they all get dropped into the black hole of Irrelevance.
i should write. i have a nov 11 deadline for a contest and i got nothing. nothing! sex or writing, sex or writing. which has the chance of hitting first?
the bears beat the ravens, whoever they are. again, yay.
i spent the whole weekend nesting, recovering from the week and the big fundraiser. roomie hung out with T- and i tried to write a little bit. when that failed, i ate a whole pint of ice cream and started reading the chronicles of narnia. when one's sex/love life is as barren as mine at the moment, you need to stuff every nook and cranny with as much distraction as possible.
political news usually gets me excited but right now there's nothing grabbing my gullet. the world of men is increasingly distasteful; they've created these games that are eating them, and us, alive and i'm exhausted by it all. the playground pendulum of What Goes Around slowly swings back our way and some rather nasty people could go to jail; if we're lucky they all get dropped into the black hole of Irrelevance.
i should write. i have a nov 11 deadline for a contest and i got nothing. nothing! sex or writing, sex or writing. which has the chance of hitting first?
Friday, October 21, 2005
ding's back! (huge fundraiser a smashing success!)
now that roomie is getting more sleep, she's chipper in the morning and - let's just say it's crazy-making. (i say that with love, roomie, i do!) but i only sound bitter because her morning chipperness interrupted a really good, inappropriate dream i had of B- the ex-boy.
why was it good? well...you just have to know B-.
why was it inappropriate? any hot dream wherein your father makes an unexpected appearance is totally inappropriate. totally. inappropriate.
the moratorium i've declared on B- is becoming more difficult to maintain as the weather gets colder. why the fuck am i doing this to myself?
oh right. STANDARDS.
why was it good? well...you just have to know B-.
why was it inappropriate? any hot dream wherein your father makes an unexpected appearance is totally inappropriate. totally. inappropriate.
the moratorium i've declared on B- is becoming more difficult to maintain as the weather gets colder. why the fuck am i doing this to myself?
oh right. STANDARDS.
Monday, October 17, 2005
roomie on the train
roomie's anal aperture was ravaged this morning on the blue line.
let's all send our sympathetic to poor traumatized roomie.
let's all send our sympathetic to poor traumatized roomie.
american girl dolls: lesbianic abortion-getters
once again, some people need to get a grip: Groups Threaten to Boycott American Girl - Yahoo! News
why do these people want to boycott american girl?
because Girls Inc. happens to believe that women are people, too.
i don't particularly care about american girl dolls. i think dolls are creepy and the whole cult around the store is weird - not to mention their whole take on history is patently ahistorical. but i think social convervatives are becoming increasingly nuts.
it's a good thing that women make medical and moral decisions for themselves.
why do these people want to boycott american girl?
because Girls Inc. happens to believe that women are people, too.
i don't particularly care about american girl dolls. i think dolls are creepy and the whole cult around the store is weird - not to mention their whole take on history is patently ahistorical. but i think social convervatives are becoming increasingly nuts.
it's a good thing that women make medical and moral decisions for themselves.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Fallen Fruit: uh, hands off my fruit, man.
Fallen Fruit
theoretically, i'm down with this. theoretically.
practically, i have an issue. being from LA i know that a lot of the neighborhoods where fruit trees live are on the south and eastside of town, the older parts - neighborhoods like my father's, echo park, macarthur park, silverlake, east la, arlington, the neighborhoods bordering downtown la. these are mostly communities of color. or, they used to be.
gentrification is changing a lot of rules in urban neighborhoods but i know that my father's neighbor would not look kindly on some crunchy granola guy putting his hand up and taking a banana from the tree that grows on his front yard and happens to overhang the sidewalk. he has a machete and isn't afraid to use it.
when i was in hawaii with my family my sister and i walked down the street and pick up all the fallen mangos. we'd sit on the red dirt curbs and eat until our stomachs bulged and our faces were sticky with juice. mom would look at us and say, "that's the filipina coming out." but we'd pick fruit that had already fallen. when the neighbors saw us (and everyone had a huge mango tree) they'd bring out sacks for us and beg us to take what we wanted; no one could eat it all, there was so much.
before you take someone's fruit, shouldn't you ask?
theoretically, i'm down with this. theoretically.
practically, i have an issue. being from LA i know that a lot of the neighborhoods where fruit trees live are on the south and eastside of town, the older parts - neighborhoods like my father's, echo park, macarthur park, silverlake, east la, arlington, the neighborhoods bordering downtown la. these are mostly communities of color. or, they used to be.
gentrification is changing a lot of rules in urban neighborhoods but i know that my father's neighbor would not look kindly on some crunchy granola guy putting his hand up and taking a banana from the tree that grows on his front yard and happens to overhang the sidewalk. he has a machete and isn't afraid to use it.
when i was in hawaii with my family my sister and i walked down the street and pick up all the fallen mangos. we'd sit on the red dirt curbs and eat until our stomachs bulged and our faces were sticky with juice. mom would look at us and say, "that's the filipina coming out." but we'd pick fruit that had already fallen. when the neighbors saw us (and everyone had a huge mango tree) they'd bring out sacks for us and beg us to take what we wanted; no one could eat it all, there was so much.
before you take someone's fruit, shouldn't you ask?
Friday, October 14, 2005
black people to george bush: you stank!
Thursday, October 13, 2005
why working with a bunch of women is good
we can cry at the office.
in fact, when i worked at my other firm (where there were only two men) tears were a natural part of the business day. when projects were overwhelming, when meetings got touchy, when a consultant was contemplating a career change - i'd see any number of women in my boss' office tearing up over a box of kleenex. (it was usually related to stress...)
tears were ok. when our boss told us she was buying out her partner, when we launched our new identity, when i told my boss i didn't like it there anymore, when we had our staff retreats - tears. there were tears at other firms too: when i made one particularly awful manager cry, when another manager made my office mate cry, when i got fired for making my manager cry - tears then, too. (not from me. i was too angry to cry.)
there was a time in this country that tears were a sign of sensibility; they were the indicators of finer feelings. but now they're just taken for being a wuss. or - not being a MAN.
are tears a sign of weakness? tears are a sign you're fucking human. if you don't cry, you're a robot and you're about to have a stroke or a heart attack.
are there appropriate places to cry? yes. office politics being what they are, i don't like crying in front of people i don't trust. i'm not too down with open displays of emotion, so i like the idea of finding an empty office or conference room and letting it out there. so much more discreet.
tears can also be strategic. i *know* i bought myself some time and just avoided getting fired from a job because i cried. in front of another woman, no less. stoicism and the 'i'm tough' thing can get you so far. sometimes you need to break down and sob a little.
how sad is it that women have to stifle a normal reaction to stress just to satisfy someone's fucked up notion of 'work'?
in fact, when i worked at my other firm (where there were only two men) tears were a natural part of the business day. when projects were overwhelming, when meetings got touchy, when a consultant was contemplating a career change - i'd see any number of women in my boss' office tearing up over a box of kleenex. (it was usually related to stress...)
tears were ok. when our boss told us she was buying out her partner, when we launched our new identity, when i told my boss i didn't like it there anymore, when we had our staff retreats - tears. there were tears at other firms too: when i made one particularly awful manager cry, when another manager made my office mate cry, when i got fired for making my manager cry - tears then, too. (not from me. i was too angry to cry.)
there was a time in this country that tears were a sign of sensibility; they were the indicators of finer feelings. but now they're just taken for being a wuss. or - not being a MAN.
are tears a sign of weakness? tears are a sign you're fucking human. if you don't cry, you're a robot and you're about to have a stroke or a heart attack.
are there appropriate places to cry? yes. office politics being what they are, i don't like crying in front of people i don't trust. i'm not too down with open displays of emotion, so i like the idea of finding an empty office or conference room and letting it out there. so much more discreet.
tears can also be strategic. i *know* i bought myself some time and just avoided getting fired from a job because i cried. in front of another woman, no less. stoicism and the 'i'm tough' thing can get you so far. sometimes you need to break down and sob a little.
how sad is it that women have to stifle a normal reaction to stress just to satisfy someone's fucked up notion of 'work'?
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
guilty late night pleasure
so, thanks to my roomie, we have hbo and every sunday night we have ditched the desperate housewives and have embraced the people of rome. she has her favorite and i have mine.
i love him: Honorable, severe, unforgiving, pitiless; dour and pragmatic, with a tendency towards self-laceration.
he has all the charm of a hemorrhoid, doesn't he?
i love him: Honorable, severe, unforgiving, pitiless; dour and pragmatic, with a tendency towards self-laceration.
he has all the charm of a hemorrhoid, doesn't he?
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
reality raises its hoary head: budget cuts hit the poor
Liberal Hopes Ebb in Post-Storm Poverty Debate - New York Times
suspending all the swooning and mooning over EofDM, let's take a short break to think about what's going on in this post-apocalyptic storm time: our administration, over-extended because of the war(s) waged abroad, bad tax policies and other economic miscues, now sees fit to slash even further funding for those programs that poor people (the people we hadn't really thought about until now) who need it to survive.
here's a partial list of programs on the chopping block:
Medicaid: the last-resort health insurance program for the very poor
Medicare: the health care safety net for the elderly and the disabled
Agriculture programs (that include food stamps)
Student loans
Tightening requirements for the Earned Income Tax Credit
Housing assistance
Education and training programs
Safe and Drug-free schools programs
School lunches for poor children
Minority Business Development Agency
AIDS research
disproportionately, these programs affect women and their families (which include elderly parents, extended families, children).
conservatives say that the latest storms have shown how these programs don't 'work'. they say that now is the perfect time to get rid of them. debatable. is it the programs don't work or that these programs are only as strong as the infrastructure that supports them?
regardless, if these programs are whittled even further, then what are the odds the growing population of desperately poor will be helped?
suspending all the swooning and mooning over EofDM, let's take a short break to think about what's going on in this post-apocalyptic storm time: our administration, over-extended because of the war(s) waged abroad, bad tax policies and other economic miscues, now sees fit to slash even further funding for those programs that poor people (the people we hadn't really thought about until now) who need it to survive.
here's a partial list of programs on the chopping block:
Medicaid: the last-resort health insurance program for the very poor
Medicare: the health care safety net for the elderly and the disabled
Agriculture programs (that include food stamps)
Student loans
Tightening requirements for the Earned Income Tax Credit
Housing assistance
Education and training programs
Safe and Drug-free schools programs
School lunches for poor children
Minority Business Development Agency
AIDS research
disproportionately, these programs affect women and their families (which include elderly parents, extended families, children).
conservatives say that the latest storms have shown how these programs don't 'work'. they say that now is the perfect time to get rid of them. debatable. is it the programs don't work or that these programs are only as strong as the infrastructure that supports them?
regardless, if these programs are whittled even further, then what are the odds the growing population of desperately poor will be helped?
Monday, October 10, 2005
more about the moustache on my latest inappropriate lust-object
mtv.com - News - Eagles Of Death Metal Frontman Gushes About 'Amazingly Sexy' LP, Own Moustache
i think i must have this cd. i will try to ignore the worrisome thing about being a republican activist. but i think i need to have it.
(roomie - josh homme is in the band, too! squee!)
i think i must have this cd. i will try to ignore the worrisome thing about being a republican activist. but i think i need to have it.
(roomie - josh homme is in the band, too! squee!)
Friday, October 07, 2005
dude! haven't i been saying this very same thing?!
Jessa Crispin Worries For Keira Knightley
i have. i've been saying the very same thing - bronte over austen! bronte over austen!
but i guess people actually listen to bookslut...
i have. i've been saying the very same thing - bronte over austen! bronte over austen!
but i guess people actually listen to bookslut...
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
tomkat: gack.
*BREAKING* TOMKAT STAB BABY SHOCKER - Gawker
proving that the Big Fundraiser has sucked all serious thought out my brain, i'm posting about the alien pupae poor little katie holmes is carrying. a moment of silence for her so-over career.
...
proving that the Big Fundraiser has sucked all serious thought out my brain, i'm posting about the alien pupae poor little katie holmes is carrying. a moment of silence for her so-over career.
...
hm.
Abortion Might Outgrow Its Need for Roe v. Wade - New York Times
this may be so, but i'd still rather have the legal right to make health/reproductive decisions without worrying about how to get my hands on misoprostol.
this may be so, but i'd still rather have the legal right to make health/reproductive decisions without worrying about how to get my hands on misoprostol.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
opting out: one more time
When Louise Story's piece ran in the Sep 20 NYT about droves of Ivy League women opting out of careers to be stay at home moms, it nagged me. (kinda how lisa belkin's crappy article pissed me off in 2003).
Nothing in it jibed with recent numbers I'd read about working women, and the glaring class/race holes in it were obvious.
It seems I wasn't the only one bothered by it. Below are a group of links about women and work that are useful and tell a good story about what needs to happen to make work work for women - and not just the privileged ones. (thanks, feministing)
Original Opt Out NYT articles:
Louise Story (2005)
Lisa Belkin (2003)
Rebuttals:
Linda Basch, et al, Alternet
Katha Pollit, The Nation
Jack Shafer, Slate
(the alternet article is my favorite.)
Nothing in it jibed with recent numbers I'd read about working women, and the glaring class/race holes in it were obvious.
It seems I wasn't the only one bothered by it. Below are a group of links about women and work that are useful and tell a good story about what needs to happen to make work work for women - and not just the privileged ones. (thanks, feministing)
Original Opt Out NYT articles:
Louise Story (2005)
Lisa Belkin (2003)
Rebuttals:
Linda Basch, et al, Alternet
Katha Pollit, The Nation
Jack Shafer, Slate
(the alternet article is my favorite.)
VAWA: call senators today!
VAWA expires today. VAWA (and the awful Managers Amendment) passed the House last week but it expires today.
We need everyone to call their Senators as soon as possible and urge them to bring VAWA to the floor IMMEDIATELY.
Please call both of your Senators and tell them:
Your name and the city and state you are calling from.
Please ask the Senator to bring the Violence Against Women Act of 2005, S. 1197, to the floor TODAY.
If you have time, tell them why it is important for your community that VAWA be reauthorized.
For contact information for your Senators, visit www.senate.gov or call the Capitol Switchboard at 202-224-3121.
Never called your Senator before? No worries:
When you call your Senator, your call will be answered by a receptionist. Tell him or her that you would like to leave a message for the Senator. The receptionist will take down your message.
If you called or faxed your representatives last week -- THANK YOU. Our calls were heard and have gotten us to the place we are now. But your Senators need to hear from us again. This is our opportunity to make VAWA happen!
For more information, please contact Allison Randall at the National Network to End Domestic Violence, 202-554-3436 or arandall@nnedv.org.
We need everyone to call their Senators as soon as possible and urge them to bring VAWA to the floor IMMEDIATELY.
Please call both of your Senators and tell them:
Your name and the city and state you are calling from.
Please ask the Senator to bring the Violence Against Women Act of 2005, S. 1197, to the floor TODAY.
If you have time, tell them why it is important for your community that VAWA be reauthorized.
For contact information for your Senators, visit www.senate.gov or call the Capitol Switchboard at 202-224-3121.
Never called your Senator before? No worries:
When you call your Senator, your call will be answered by a receptionist. Tell him or her that you would like to leave a message for the Senator. The receptionist will take down your message.
If you called or faxed your representatives last week -- THANK YOU. Our calls were heard and have gotten us to the place we are now. But your Senators need to hear from us again. This is our opportunity to make VAWA happen!
For more information, please contact Allison Randall at the National Network to End Domestic Violence, 202-554-3436 or arandall@nnedv.org.
Monday, October 03, 2005
random
there's really almost nothing better than joining the girls for a complete dorkfest at serenity. (i desperately want to be like zoe but everyone forced me to admit that i'm more suited to more, uh, sedentary pursuits. companion, anyone?) we're two weeks out from Big Fundraising Event at work so this week is going to be rather light blogging. and a really inappropriate glimpse of a rather large penis while watching rome last night made me have a disturbing dream about B- this morning.
(they really should warn you that a large uncircumsized penis is about to make an appearance in a scene. really. we had to stop and rewind, we were so startled. ahem.)
(they really should warn you that a large uncircumsized penis is about to make an appearance in a scene. really. we had to stop and rewind, we were so startled. ahem.)
Friday, September 30, 2005
bill bennet, shut up.
White House Criticizes Bennett for Remarks - New York Times
he says:
"I was pointing out that abortion should not be opposed for economic reasons, any more than racism or for that matter slavery or segregation should be supported or opposed for economic reasons," he said. "Immoral policies are wrong because they are wrong, not because of an economic calculation. One could just as easily have said you could abort all children and prevent all crime, to show the absurdity of the proposition."
[snip]
In an interview with Fox News, Mr. Bennett said critics had distorted his comments by omitting his statement that aborting all black babies would be "morally reprehensible."
"When that is included in the quote, it makes it perfectly clear what my position is," Mr. Bennett said, "They make it seem as if I am supporting such a monstrous idea, which I don't."
but, funny, though he 'easily' could have said so, he didn't say that one could abort all children and prevent all crime. he says black babies. (equating blackness and crime and just being icky all over the place); and saying that it's reprehensible (which was included in all the transcripts) doesn't take away from the fact that he SAID IT. no give backs. no do-overs. you SAID it, Bill.
(hey, let's play the bill bennet game! i know - one could also say that we could prevent all rape by aborting all male babies. of course to do so would be wrong, but it's a thought, right? or, we could stop all terrorism by aborting all muslims. or, we could stop homophobia by isolating the gay gene and aborting all gay babies. wow. this is a fun game once you get started. thanks, bill!)
he says:
"I was pointing out that abortion should not be opposed for economic reasons, any more than racism or for that matter slavery or segregation should be supported or opposed for economic reasons," he said. "Immoral policies are wrong because they are wrong, not because of an economic calculation. One could just as easily have said you could abort all children and prevent all crime, to show the absurdity of the proposition."
[snip]
In an interview with Fox News, Mr. Bennett said critics had distorted his comments by omitting his statement that aborting all black babies would be "morally reprehensible."
"When that is included in the quote, it makes it perfectly clear what my position is," Mr. Bennett said, "They make it seem as if I am supporting such a monstrous idea, which I don't."
but, funny, though he 'easily' could have said so, he didn't say that one could abort all children and prevent all crime. he says black babies. (equating blackness and crime and just being icky all over the place); and saying that it's reprehensible (which was included in all the transcripts) doesn't take away from the fact that he SAID IT. no give backs. no do-overs. you SAID it, Bill.
(hey, let's play the bill bennet game! i know - one could also say that we could prevent all rape by aborting all male babies. of course to do so would be wrong, but it's a thought, right? or, we could stop all terrorism by aborting all muslims. or, we could stop homophobia by isolating the gay gene and aborting all gay babies. wow. this is a fun game once you get started. thanks, bill!)
dear jesus, thank you for tina
after waxing on below it seems a shame to bump it down with common snark but THIS is TOO good: Hostage Gave Meth to Atlanta Fugitive.
remember that awful bad man down in atlanta who took that sweet church going woman hostage and she won her liberty by witnessing to him?
uhhh, no.
she gave him her secret stash of crystal. (oh, the sweet sweet tweak of tina.)
remember that awful bad man down in atlanta who took that sweet church going woman hostage and she won her liberty by witnessing to him?
uhhh, no.
she gave him her secret stash of crystal. (oh, the sweet sweet tweak of tina.)
Thursday, September 29, 2005
katrina & race: post mortem
Body and Soul: Criminals and victims revisited
as is my wont i'm posting this right before bed so my thoughts aren't going to be smooth or plainly laid out. i'm thinking about the story my father told me, of black people eating dead bodies; i'm thinking of stories of black people shooting at helicopters trying to rescue them; i'm thinking about stories of marauding hordes while a city descends into chaos and anarchy. i'm thinking about stories of gang rapes in stadiums.
did we believe these stories?
how many blogs did we read where commenters distanced ourselves from what we heard and saw on tv; we were horrified at those stories and angry at them. posters saying they couldn't understand why people would behave like that. we gave to the red cross to send aid, but we spoke in private conversations at the office about not getting how people could be so lawless. where was the personal responsibility, we asked? where's the accountability, we mused?
i did it. i remember writing how ashamed i felt at all those stories and images. i internalized the easy racist (prejudice + power = racism) narratives of the Black Rapist, the Black Looter, the Black Savage.
and now, on further examination, it turns out those narratives were mostly empty. yes, there was looting; yes, there was crime. but not on the level our fevered imaginations created. the shots fired at helicopters were fired on the ground; the hordes are two men; the rapes...
so, now that we're calmer, where did our acquiescence come from? why were we so pliant to listen to those stories?
don't you think that's interesting?
i think that's interesting.
as is my wont i'm posting this right before bed so my thoughts aren't going to be smooth or plainly laid out. i'm thinking about the story my father told me, of black people eating dead bodies; i'm thinking of stories of black people shooting at helicopters trying to rescue them; i'm thinking about stories of marauding hordes while a city descends into chaos and anarchy. i'm thinking about stories of gang rapes in stadiums.
did we believe these stories?
how many blogs did we read where commenters distanced ourselves from what we heard and saw on tv; we were horrified at those stories and angry at them. posters saying they couldn't understand why people would behave like that. we gave to the red cross to send aid, but we spoke in private conversations at the office about not getting how people could be so lawless. where was the personal responsibility, we asked? where's the accountability, we mused?
i did it. i remember writing how ashamed i felt at all those stories and images. i internalized the easy racist (prejudice + power = racism) narratives of the Black Rapist, the Black Looter, the Black Savage.
and now, on further examination, it turns out those narratives were mostly empty. yes, there was looting; yes, there was crime. but not on the level our fevered imaginations created. the shots fired at helicopters were fired on the ground; the hordes are two men; the rapes...
so, now that we're calmer, where did our acquiescence come from? why were we so pliant to listen to those stories?
don't you think that's interesting?
i think that's interesting.
more, sir? no, enough!
Have you noticed that those of us in the blog-hood seem to be tottering on our last legs lately? Over the past month I keep running across writers who, one by one, have gasped, "It's too much. The world is too much. I can't take it and now I must go."
It has happened. The absurdity and wrongness of this world have finally taken its toll on the best and brightest of us and now we've retreated to our netflix subscriptions, gin and home-brewed beer.
Katrina was probably the breaking point but let's spread the blame around: George Bush, new Republicans, college kids who don't like homework, opt out moms/daughters, reality tv mavens, social conservatives, men's rights activists, maxim readers, status quo humpers, religious fanatics (of all stripes) and plain old stupid people have succeeded in finally sucking the last drop of resistance from us and now, limp with despair, we just want to take our toys back and live in the tree house where we can remember the good old days of 1999. (remember how much fun it was then? shit, even 2001 was more fun than this. at least i was having sex in 2001.)
I don't know about you, but I can't take 3 more years of Bush Co. I can't take a whole lifetime of Roberts and his anti-privacy/women/pro-corporate crap. (yeah, it's not even his first day on the job but let me go on the record: he's going to startle us with his suckage! look at history! it repeats!) I won't be able to withstand middle age railing against some freaky ID advocate who wants us to redefine science to resemble prayer. I won't be able to muster the energy to keep birth control a matter of health and privacy, not religion. I won't be able to stay sane as we morph into a bunch of nationalistic pseudo-christian hopheads.
Maybe this was their plan all along - exhaust us with an unceasing barrage of stupidity, misogyny, various -phobias and -isms until we are so shocked with their audacity we just fold in defeat.
Because I especially won't be able to withstand the continued transformation of the democratic party into oliver twist much longer, either.
It has happened. The absurdity and wrongness of this world have finally taken its toll on the best and brightest of us and now we've retreated to our netflix subscriptions, gin and home-brewed beer.
Katrina was probably the breaking point but let's spread the blame around: George Bush, new Republicans, college kids who don't like homework, opt out moms/daughters, reality tv mavens, social conservatives, men's rights activists, maxim readers, status quo humpers, religious fanatics (of all stripes) and plain old stupid people have succeeded in finally sucking the last drop of resistance from us and now, limp with despair, we just want to take our toys back and live in the tree house where we can remember the good old days of 1999. (remember how much fun it was then? shit, even 2001 was more fun than this. at least i was having sex in 2001.)
I don't know about you, but I can't take 3 more years of Bush Co. I can't take a whole lifetime of Roberts and his anti-privacy/women/pro-corporate crap. (yeah, it's not even his first day on the job but let me go on the record: he's going to startle us with his suckage! look at history! it repeats!) I won't be able to withstand middle age railing against some freaky ID advocate who wants us to redefine science to resemble prayer. I won't be able to muster the energy to keep birth control a matter of health and privacy, not religion. I won't be able to stay sane as we morph into a bunch of nationalistic pseudo-christian hopheads.
Maybe this was their plan all along - exhaust us with an unceasing barrage of stupidity, misogyny, various -phobias and -isms until we are so shocked with their audacity we just fold in defeat.
Because I especially won't be able to withstand the continued transformation of the democratic party into oliver twist much longer, either.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
36: ain't nothin but a thang
the birthday passed exactly how i wanted it: not a lot of fanfare and just the right amount of alcohol sickness.
a girl friend of mine had her birthday last week so we went out saturday night. it started out a feminine civilized evening: wine and dessert at a new bistro in bucktown, a few cocktails at blue line - but when we got to exit things took a decided turn for the unwise.
who had the bright idea of drinking tequila, beer, guinness and whiskey on a stomach full of sugar and wine? we did.
(and if anyone can tell me what all the police/crime scene tape was doing at marie's rip tide lounge saturday night around 2.30 am, that'd be great.)
...
pink martini was in town monday night and roomie sprang for a ticket for me and we went with the girls. another perfect, romantic evening spent in the company of 4 single women. if we were gay, and into each other, we'd be set. for a minute there, we were worried k- wouldn't be able to join us (the show was sold out!) but the generosity of a really cute older man older man on the sidewalk saved the night.
i can't say enough about pink martini; they may only tour the west coast and europe but if you hear a rumor they're in your city, you MUST see them. they are so very good. and the cello guy? hot. hothouse on balboa is a gem that really needs to be taken advantage of more often; they get excellent world class talent and they even serve a fine soul food dinner.
can double door say that? i don't think so.
a girl friend of mine had her birthday last week so we went out saturday night. it started out a feminine civilized evening: wine and dessert at a new bistro in bucktown, a few cocktails at blue line - but when we got to exit things took a decided turn for the unwise.
who had the bright idea of drinking tequila, beer, guinness and whiskey on a stomach full of sugar and wine? we did.
(and if anyone can tell me what all the police/crime scene tape was doing at marie's rip tide lounge saturday night around 2.30 am, that'd be great.)
...
pink martini was in town monday night and roomie sprang for a ticket for me and we went with the girls. another perfect, romantic evening spent in the company of 4 single women. if we were gay, and into each other, we'd be set. for a minute there, we were worried k- wouldn't be able to join us (the show was sold out!) but the generosity of a really cute older man older man on the sidewalk saved the night.
i can't say enough about pink martini; they may only tour the west coast and europe but if you hear a rumor they're in your city, you MUST see them. they are so very good. and the cello guy? hot. hothouse on balboa is a gem that really needs to be taken advantage of more often; they get excellent world class talent and they even serve a fine soul food dinner.
can double door say that? i don't think so.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Cannot find server: whither XX Blog?
where'd they go?
did i miss something? have the wonderful women of xx blog gone their separate ways?
did i miss something? have the wonderful women of xx blog gone their separate ways?
Friday, September 23, 2005
crafty. grr!
roomie and i will be here on saturday. maybe we'll see you there.
maybe i'll pick up something cute and funky.
...
speaking of cute and funky can i admit to crushing out on the middle-aged rockers inxs? i think the chubby bearded one and the one who looks like he'd like edgar allan poe alot are my favorites.
maybe i'll pick up something cute and funky.
...
speaking of cute and funky can i admit to crushing out on the middle-aged rockers inxs? i think the chubby bearded one and the one who looks like he'd like edgar allan poe alot are my favorites.
fashion friday: big strollers
my sister has two kids. one of my friends from grad school has one. i've even babysat two toddlers at the same time, taking them shopping with me at the mall.
and i've never once hit anyone with a stroller.
why? because i know how to negotiate my space in the city.
i used to live in a very baby-populated neighborhood in boystown (oh, boystown before you bacame haven for yuppies!) and i have to admit, the big Hummer strollers clogging Caribou Cafe pissed me off. the looks the parental unit would get as they rammed their buggy over feet, knocking into tables, tumbling coffee cups to the floor, wrestling their way to the front of the line. or the exasperated glares from waitstaff when a huge mercedes benz of a stroller blocks the aisle and there's no way to get to their table. or on the bus, when even the smaller strollers bifurcate the only aisle, trapping other riders behind them.
is this about privilege ('i have a human life in a buggy so step aside') or is it aout being city-dumb?
i think it's about being city-dumb. who in their right mind doesn't fold up a stroller when entering a restaurant, cafe or bus? who plonks their uncollapsed stroller in the middle of the aisle, creating a FIRE HAZARD? who thrusts their large stroller into traffic, stopping right turners who have the right of way, so they can cross the street? who decides that a stroller will fit (head first) into a revolving door?
people who have no concept of living in the limited space of a city.
people who think the world is their backyard.
(and this applies to groups of single women who walk 4-abreast down the sidewalk as they shop - group it together, ladies! this ain't the quad in college!!)
people who would fail a city navigational quiz.
so here's a city tip to those stroller owners out there: fold it up and put it aside.
the world will like you again.
*edited because a cleaner post is a better post*
and i've never once hit anyone with a stroller.
why? because i know how to negotiate my space in the city.
i used to live in a very baby-populated neighborhood in boystown (oh, boystown before you bacame haven for yuppies!) and i have to admit, the big Hummer strollers clogging Caribou Cafe pissed me off. the looks the parental unit would get as they rammed their buggy over feet, knocking into tables, tumbling coffee cups to the floor, wrestling their way to the front of the line. or the exasperated glares from waitstaff when a huge mercedes benz of a stroller blocks the aisle and there's no way to get to their table. or on the bus, when even the smaller strollers bifurcate the only aisle, trapping other riders behind them.
is this about privilege ('i have a human life in a buggy so step aside') or is it aout being city-dumb?
i think it's about being city-dumb. who in their right mind doesn't fold up a stroller when entering a restaurant, cafe or bus? who plonks their uncollapsed stroller in the middle of the aisle, creating a FIRE HAZARD? who thrusts their large stroller into traffic, stopping right turners who have the right of way, so they can cross the street? who decides that a stroller will fit (head first) into a revolving door?
people who have no concept of living in the limited space of a city.
people who think the world is their backyard.
(and this applies to groups of single women who walk 4-abreast down the sidewalk as they shop - group it together, ladies! this ain't the quad in college!!)
people who would fail a city navigational quiz.
so here's a city tip to those stroller owners out there: fold it up and put it aside.
the world will like you again.
*edited because a cleaner post is a better post*
Thursday, September 22, 2005
opting out, pt 2: slate calls it
remember that lame article earlier this week about those ivy girls who just want to stay home and pop out babies?
jack shafer calls it a a bogus trend story on Page One.
thanks for the heads up from sarah t.
jack shafer calls it a a bogus trend story on Page One.
thanks for the heads up from sarah t.
financial services: home to hannibal
this explains why the guys who work at the CBOT and the Merc all creep me out.
they're nuts.
[thanks feckless]
they're nuts.
[thanks feckless]
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
birthday dork
one thanksgiving, i was helping my mom cook and on the little black and white tv i saw a movie i have always secretly loved: busgy malone.
uh...i totally loved it. kids in jazz baby dress, jodie foster, scott baio and cute little cars that you pedaled. i loved it.
and now, because i mentioned it to my roomie once, i have it on dvd for my birthday. (she got it from japan. squee!)
i love this movie. it made me want to be a jazz baby. i even loved the corny paul williams soundtrack. yes, i'm almost ashamed to admit it but i know almost every song. (and the shoes!!)
so we're watching it tonight and roomie says something about a guy not understanding this bugsy thing i have.
i say, NO! if they can have dorky stuff i can have this!
whoever is not enchanted by a pubescent jodie foster singing about how she got her training in north carolina is a whoever i don't need to meet.
uh...i totally loved it. kids in jazz baby dress, jodie foster, scott baio and cute little cars that you pedaled. i loved it.
and now, because i mentioned it to my roomie once, i have it on dvd for my birthday. (she got it from japan. squee!)
i love this movie. it made me want to be a jazz baby. i even loved the corny paul williams soundtrack. yes, i'm almost ashamed to admit it but i know almost every song. (and the shoes!!)
so we're watching it tonight and roomie says something about a guy not understanding this bugsy thing i have.
i say, NO! if they can have dorky stuff i can have this!
whoever is not enchanted by a pubescent jodie foster singing about how she got her training in north carolina is a whoever i don't need to meet.
macy's sucks
i grew up on the west coast where there was a local macy's at the fox hills mall. i hated going to macy's. the merchandise looked cheap, the aisles were always narrow and it was beige unstylishness all around.
that was years ago and nothing much has changed. i visited my sister a year ago and we went holiday shopping at macy's in the westside pavillion: still junky, still tacky, still ugly.
and now they've destroyed marshall fields. they're taking a gorgeous flagship store with real historical weight, cute boutiques, and they're going to paint it beige and suck all the style out of it and make it a filene's basement. they're going to destroy the tiffany's window, turn the walnut room into taco bell, dump merz apothecary and throw the big state street clock into the street.
i know. no one outside of chicago really cares.
but it's typical: big corporate asshats taking something beautiful, historical, quirky and small and then turning it into something totally boring and common.
elitist? sure. it sucks to have good taste replaced with tackiness.
that was years ago and nothing much has changed. i visited my sister a year ago and we went holiday shopping at macy's in the westside pavillion: still junky, still tacky, still ugly.
and now they've destroyed marshall fields. they're taking a gorgeous flagship store with real historical weight, cute boutiques, and they're going to paint it beige and suck all the style out of it and make it a filene's basement. they're going to destroy the tiffany's window, turn the walnut room into taco bell, dump merz apothecary and throw the big state street clock into the street.
i know. no one outside of chicago really cares.
but it's typical: big corporate asshats taking something beautiful, historical, quirky and small and then turning it into something totally boring and common.
elitist? sure. it sucks to have good taste replaced with tackiness.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
opting out: not just for your mother anymore
you know you've read it. or someone has emailed it to you already. (it's the number one emailed article in the times today.)
yikes:
Ms. Ku added that she did not think it was a problem that women usually do most of the work raising kids.
"I accept things how they are," she said. "I don't mind the status quo. I don't see why I have to go against it."
does no one know women's history anymore??
yikes:
Ms. Ku added that she did not think it was a problem that women usually do most of the work raising kids.
"I accept things how they are," she said. "I don't mind the status quo. I don't see why I have to go against it."
does no one know women's history anymore??
Monday, September 19, 2005
get your war on | k
he's been bitter about iraq and now he's downright scathing about katrina.
(thanks to mr. b for reminding me)
(thanks to mr. b for reminding me)
36: the non-age
oh, blah.
nothing right now is grabbing my attention, either on the news or off. last week worked me so hard i was brain dead for the entire weekend. much to roomie's chagrin i watched hours of remington steele season 1 episodes, slipping immediately into my childhood pleasure. (i loved that show.) i have overdue library books, com'tee meetings and a huge fundraiser coming up next month at work that's just about ready to drive all of us insane at National NonProfit.
and - next weekend is my birthday. 36. it's depressing. my friends are treating me to a pink martini concert and that's great. i love them. i love my friends. it'll be wonderful. but i have to confess that i don't want to think any more than i have to about turning 36. i don't really want to celebrate it. i want it to disappear.
more and more i'm thinking about how invisible women become the older we get. or, maybe this is just about me. i'm feeling more invisible the closer i get to true middle age. it's like, ok if there's no rocking passion in my life at least let there be decadent fun. (yes i'm passionate about my work and about my writing but that doesn't keep a girl exactly excited, you know?) but no. no decadent fun. just age. more hairs in unmentionable places. more evidence of sagging and stretching.
even my bras have changed. from lacy cute things to utilitarian soviet-style underwear that really do the job. it's depressing, this 36. i may even be closer to early menopause than i thought previously. now that i think about it, my mom went nuts right before her 40th birthday. pre-menopause. insanity. dwindling desire. increased hair growth. more stretch marks. aching knees.
shit.
nothing right now is grabbing my attention, either on the news or off. last week worked me so hard i was brain dead for the entire weekend. much to roomie's chagrin i watched hours of remington steele season 1 episodes, slipping immediately into my childhood pleasure. (i loved that show.) i have overdue library books, com'tee meetings and a huge fundraiser coming up next month at work that's just about ready to drive all of us insane at National NonProfit.
and - next weekend is my birthday. 36. it's depressing. my friends are treating me to a pink martini concert and that's great. i love them. i love my friends. it'll be wonderful. but i have to confess that i don't want to think any more than i have to about turning 36. i don't really want to celebrate it. i want it to disappear.
more and more i'm thinking about how invisible women become the older we get. or, maybe this is just about me. i'm feeling more invisible the closer i get to true middle age. it's like, ok if there's no rocking passion in my life at least let there be decadent fun. (yes i'm passionate about my work and about my writing but that doesn't keep a girl exactly excited, you know?) but no. no decadent fun. just age. more hairs in unmentionable places. more evidence of sagging and stretching.
even my bras have changed. from lacy cute things to utilitarian soviet-style underwear that really do the job. it's depressing, this 36. i may even be closer to early menopause than i thought previously. now that i think about it, my mom went nuts right before her 40th birthday. pre-menopause. insanity. dwindling desire. increased hair growth. more stretch marks. aching knees.
shit.
Friday, September 16, 2005
things i read while at work today...
1. I. Wallerstein, 169, Katrina: The Politics of Incompetence and Decline
2. NYTimes - Serving Gays Who Serve God
3. Plain Jane Custom Design (I want pants...)
it's been a busy week. clearly i'm brain dead.
2. NYTimes - Serving Gays Who Serve God
3. Plain Jane Custom Design (I want pants...)
it's been a busy week. clearly i'm brain dead.
AngryBlackBitch: A bitch might hate you if...
for all the reasons we love ABB, her ability to spin a rant into a piece of effing art is highest.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
confirmation hearings: all you need to know here
via bitch, the rude pundit goes meta on the john roberts confirmation hearings.
hippie vacation
hoax or not, this had me snorting at my office.
(and since i've been here since 7 am, i deserve a few snorts.)
(and since i've been here since 7 am, i deserve a few snorts.)
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Negrophile: i wonder how he does it
excellent group of links to articles on race, katrina, pedagogy, media, and other points of interest here.
where does he find the time, i ask you. where??
where does he find the time, i ask you. where??
anger floats
Over on my other blog a commenter noticed that the rantings from the Right have been getting more intense and crazy and his comment led me to think about the overall pugilistic air hanging over everything. In light of my recent contretemps with Sir/Madam Anonymous over here, I’ve also begun examining why I’ve been losing my temper so easily recently. It’s not like people have never disagreed with me and, while I admit I have an issue with criticism (I always have and it always made presenting conference papers a dicey deal), my inability to rein in my anger is a new thing.
Anger, which has generally always floated up towards the power structure from a very deep well, now skims the surface of everything like an oil slick. Any match – a newstory, a blog post, an unframed comment – will set it off. And it’s just not me – we can see it everywhere, from Pat Robertson calling for Hugo Chavez’ assassination to our side calling Roberts the incarnation of the devil. What’s happening to us?
When I shut down Anonymous in an earlier thread my heart was beating faster, my breath was short, my fingertips tingling, my temples pounding. If the context had been different I’d either dropped a really good tab of ecstasy, had a stupendous fuck or been in a fight. And that’s what it is – the adrenaline of aggression.
Most of us who stop here think Bush is a tool and his administration’s handling of, well, everything has sucked and sucked hard; preemptive war makes us nervous, the with us/against us binary fills us with fury and the general jingo/xeno/nationalistic fervor in our culture makes us sick to our stomach. In other words, we hold ourselves separate from the ideologies spewing from the White House. But like it or not, I think we’ve internalized them, too.
We’ve swallowed their flaming sword and the thrill of using it pushes us closer and closer to where They are. Don’t get me wrong; being a shrinking violet has all the appeal of wearing white pantyhose for me. And there is something heady, sexy, arousing to losing one’s temper and letting fly with all the invective you can muster. You feel all…manly. Like you have the biggest prick on the block.
Maybe I don’t have room in my pants anymore for a prick.
Anger, which has generally always floated up towards the power structure from a very deep well, now skims the surface of everything like an oil slick. Any match – a newstory, a blog post, an unframed comment – will set it off. And it’s just not me – we can see it everywhere, from Pat Robertson calling for Hugo Chavez’ assassination to our side calling Roberts the incarnation of the devil. What’s happening to us?
When I shut down Anonymous in an earlier thread my heart was beating faster, my breath was short, my fingertips tingling, my temples pounding. If the context had been different I’d either dropped a really good tab of ecstasy, had a stupendous fuck or been in a fight. And that’s what it is – the adrenaline of aggression.
Most of us who stop here think Bush is a tool and his administration’s handling of, well, everything has sucked and sucked hard; preemptive war makes us nervous, the with us/against us binary fills us with fury and the general jingo/xeno/nationalistic fervor in our culture makes us sick to our stomach. In other words, we hold ourselves separate from the ideologies spewing from the White House. But like it or not, I think we’ve internalized them, too.
We’ve swallowed their flaming sword and the thrill of using it pushes us closer and closer to where They are. Don’t get me wrong; being a shrinking violet has all the appeal of wearing white pantyhose for me. And there is something heady, sexy, arousing to losing one’s temper and letting fly with all the invective you can muster. You feel all…manly. Like you have the biggest prick on the block.
Maybe I don’t have room in my pants anymore for a prick.
Monday, September 12, 2005
while roomie was out of town this weekend i finally figured out the ergonomically puzzling vibe i bought a few months ago (i'd been using it upside down.) it relieved some stress so i thought i'd jump on nerve, despite my rant below, and take a gander at who'd been looking at my profile. (ah, privacy. you're a thing of the past.)
hmm. despite having no new messages in my inbox i've been peeked at by at least 30 guys. (which isn't the point; i just can't get around not using a number. saying 'bunch of guys' sounds worse, as well as not being true, and saying anything else is just vague and inadequate.) the point is that i'm wondering why i don't have any messages. if they're like me, they have credits that carried over into the new system (though now it costs a criminal 200 pts to just say hi to someone on nerve. bastards.) so why no Hi? are they waiting for me to say hi?
and then i saw something that made my heart jump just a little bit.
Dewey (aka, the Librarian).
he viewed and added me to his 'hot' list just a few days ago.
he's not dead.
he hasn't been eaten by connecticut mooses. (moosi? moose?)
should i say something? send him a casual hiya?
seeing his face again made me gasp.
is this me missing him?
hmm. despite having no new messages in my inbox i've been peeked at by at least 30 guys. (which isn't the point; i just can't get around not using a number. saying 'bunch of guys' sounds worse, as well as not being true, and saying anything else is just vague and inadequate.) the point is that i'm wondering why i don't have any messages. if they're like me, they have credits that carried over into the new system (though now it costs a criminal 200 pts to just say hi to someone on nerve. bastards.) so why no Hi? are they waiting for me to say hi?
and then i saw something that made my heart jump just a little bit.
Dewey (aka, the Librarian).
he viewed and added me to his 'hot' list just a few days ago.
he's not dead.
he hasn't been eaten by connecticut mooses. (moosi? moose?)
should i say something? send him a casual hiya?
seeing his face again made me gasp.
is this me missing him?
Saturday, September 10, 2005
well, it's away. the teeny feature for a canadian mag is finished. and now that i've just emailed it to the editor, i want to take it back. crap.
...
my houseguest M- left this morning. it was good seeing him. we bought comic books, watched a little football and smoked a lot of duty-free camels. i spent the whole day with him thursday but friday i went back to the office. it was a long day - meetings, fundraiser deadlines were beginning to hit hard and i had to admit that i didn't give a lot of thought to how M- was going to occupy his time. (since i have no nurturing instincts, i tend to just let people fall where they may.)
so i was not that worried when i got home last night and he wasn't there. i thought, oh, he's taking a walk or he's on his way back from ... wherever. but then it started getting dark. no phone call, the bus that stops right in front of my house had stopped running...where's M-?
poor guy. he had to walk all the way home from michigan avenue.
...
my houseguest M- left this morning. it was good seeing him. we bought comic books, watched a little football and smoked a lot of duty-free camels. i spent the whole day with him thursday but friday i went back to the office. it was a long day - meetings, fundraiser deadlines were beginning to hit hard and i had to admit that i didn't give a lot of thought to how M- was going to occupy his time. (since i have no nurturing instincts, i tend to just let people fall where they may.)
so i was not that worried when i got home last night and he wasn't there. i thought, oh, he's taking a walk or he's on his way back from ... wherever. but then it started getting dark. no phone call, the bus that stops right in front of my house had stopped running...where's M-?
poor guy. he had to walk all the way home from michigan avenue.
Friday, September 09, 2005
things to do today:
1. get out of the house. have early offsite meeting. can't be late!
2. finish writing article for magazine, due TOMORROW!
3. finish reading yesterday's comic books.
4. say eulogy for libido.
5. practice patience and forbearance for annoying anonymous commenter; maybe i'll even say a little prayer for them
6. control my temper
2. finish writing article for magazine, due TOMORROW!
3. finish reading yesterday's comic books.
4. say eulogy for libido.
5. practice patience and forbearance for annoying anonymous commenter; maybe i'll even say a little prayer for them
6. control my temper
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
taps for nerve
remember when Nerve used to be naughty? back in 2001, right before we launched our war on terror, before george bush made us too angry to think about sex ever again? back in 2001 when we wanted all the naughty, snarky, sweaty sexy flirtage in the world because we were doin' it for Freedom? because we "couldn't let the terrorists win!"?
remember when Nerve was the way we hooked up? i remember.
oh, the boys of nerve...snarky, dorky, smart, anti-authoritarian, reclusive, twisted, pervy, unshaven, secret geniuses, overt psychopaths, darling awkward loner boys of nerve. we met them in dive bars, lounges, coffee shops, museum lobbies and train platforms; we had a few drinks, shot a few racks of pool or maybe just got totally loaded at old town. we wrote naughty naughty emails, the kind of emails that could probably get you arrested in a few states now. oh, the words that used to fly! the limericks, the sly innuendo, the abrupt and beautiful candor. the rooftop test (if a boy makes it to the rooftop, someone's gettin' nekkid), the thrill of instant, hectic chemistry. and, god, the phone bills. those long phone calls from the bathtub at 5 am, those calls that interrupted girls' nights out and made us scurry to a quiet corner to chat and flirt and promise to call back later. those calls that all eventually led to someone's voice getting all quiet and rumbly and someone touching something the other person couldn't see.
god that was fun.
say goodbye to all that. nerve, like match.com before them, has sucked all the life out of online frottage. gone is the snark and the loose-y goose-y beery leery come-on; now your profile has all the snap and sweat of a resume. gone is the shadowy lure of assuming a persona, donning a mask that makes you glow faster and hotter than you could manage on your own. now you're nailed down faster than a coffin lid. no more 'self-deprecation'; no more coy dithering about how much you smoke or drink. now you're either a heavy smoker or a light, social drinker or a hard drug user. there's no more 'play' - just short term dating or long term dating. they actually ask you what your 'hopes and dreams' are!
it was like looking at a face under fluorescent lights so i deleted every profile i had in my inbox.
you know, online dating might've been skeevy but it was a fun skeevy; it was the skeevy you couldn't wait to tell your friends about. it was a fucking unknown adventure. feh - they've turned the dark walk to the back room into a frickin' kiddie ride at navy pier.
nerve is dead.
remember when Nerve was the way we hooked up? i remember.
oh, the boys of nerve...snarky, dorky, smart, anti-authoritarian, reclusive, twisted, pervy, unshaven, secret geniuses, overt psychopaths, darling awkward loner boys of nerve. we met them in dive bars, lounges, coffee shops, museum lobbies and train platforms; we had a few drinks, shot a few racks of pool or maybe just got totally loaded at old town. we wrote naughty naughty emails, the kind of emails that could probably get you arrested in a few states now. oh, the words that used to fly! the limericks, the sly innuendo, the abrupt and beautiful candor. the rooftop test (if a boy makes it to the rooftop, someone's gettin' nekkid), the thrill of instant, hectic chemistry. and, god, the phone bills. those long phone calls from the bathtub at 5 am, those calls that interrupted girls' nights out and made us scurry to a quiet corner to chat and flirt and promise to call back later. those calls that all eventually led to someone's voice getting all quiet and rumbly and someone touching something the other person couldn't see.
god that was fun.
say goodbye to all that. nerve, like match.com before them, has sucked all the life out of online frottage. gone is the snark and the loose-y goose-y beery leery come-on; now your profile has all the snap and sweat of a resume. gone is the shadowy lure of assuming a persona, donning a mask that makes you glow faster and hotter than you could manage on your own. now you're nailed down faster than a coffin lid. no more 'self-deprecation'; no more coy dithering about how much you smoke or drink. now you're either a heavy smoker or a light, social drinker or a hard drug user. there's no more 'play' - just short term dating or long term dating. they actually ask you what your 'hopes and dreams' are!
it was like looking at a face under fluorescent lights so i deleted every profile i had in my inbox.
you know, online dating might've been skeevy but it was a fun skeevy; it was the skeevy you couldn't wait to tell your friends about. it was a fucking unknown adventure. feh - they've turned the dark walk to the back room into a frickin' kiddie ride at navy pier.
nerve is dead.
g'night
first-hand account from a volunteer in houston helping out the evacuees.
good reading and a tonic to the news.
[via heretik]
good reading and a tonic to the news.
[via heretik]
gasp - a day off!
after four months of social do-gooding i am taking my first day off this week. a friend is in town for a few days and i will relish the chance to wear jeans in the middle of the week while we hit comic book stores and visit (yawn) wrigley stadium. (his idea; not mine)
i might post here and there but be forewarned - i'm going to be very shallow.
i might post here and there but be forewarned - i'm going to be very shallow.
Monday, September 05, 2005
a good eye: Body and Soul
for really well-argued analysis and a fine sense of integrity as well as a true moral sense, i go to this blog.
her collection of what other blogs/commenters are saying about katrina and the fissures in our race/class consciousness are top notch.
her collection of what other blogs/commenters are saying about katrina and the fissures in our race/class consciousness are top notch.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
it's not just a storm
I just got off the phone with my father who’s been very distressed by all the images and news coming out of New Orleans at this time. A man who’s been expecting some kind of race war since 1984, my father is looking at this moment in time as a perfect opportunity for The Man to finally throw up his hands about The Violent Looting Hordes of Black People and put us all in Gitmo-like camps.
I had to calm him down; he said that things are tense where he is. Since he’s in Los Angeles, I’m not surprised. The images and news of the stranded shooting at rescue helicopters, of the city degenerating into chaos over the past week – those things resonate strongly in a city still simmering in its own racial tensions. For him, our people have turned into animals and it scares him. (He’s having a very Bill Cosby moment.)
He woke me up very early this morning (before church!!) to ask if I’d heard the rumors about cannibalism in New Orleans. I hadn’t. So I googled it. Almost all the sites that mentioned cannibalism were wacked out extreme right-wing, white supremacists. Dad barely heard my reassurances that 'No, black people were not eating dead bodies.'
My father was so distraught he came awfully close to saying things like this guy is saying (found via steve gilliard). I'm not going to go into an impassioned plea for racial tolerance or some pedagogical song-and-dance about how racism takes an individual act, substitutes it for the whole and then leaps off into insanity from there. It's too exhausting to teach white folks (and black folks like my dad) about the power structures of Racism. Let's keep the conversation on the micro level.
Is that what the majority of us think? Deep down, below our manners and our politics? Beyond stats on FEMA, levees, poor planning, poor execution, is this what we really think? Is this the reason we won't donate to the Red Cross? The reason we don't find any sympathy for the people down there? They're just too .... Other for us to really dig?
If it is, the problem isn’t just in New Orleans.
I had to calm him down; he said that things are tense where he is. Since he’s in Los Angeles, I’m not surprised. The images and news of the stranded shooting at rescue helicopters, of the city degenerating into chaos over the past week – those things resonate strongly in a city still simmering in its own racial tensions. For him, our people have turned into animals and it scares him. (He’s having a very Bill Cosby moment.)
He woke me up very early this morning (before church!!) to ask if I’d heard the rumors about cannibalism in New Orleans. I hadn’t. So I googled it. Almost all the sites that mentioned cannibalism were wacked out extreme right-wing, white supremacists. Dad barely heard my reassurances that 'No, black people were not eating dead bodies.'
My father was so distraught he came awfully close to saying things like this guy is saying (found via steve gilliard). I'm not going to go into an impassioned plea for racial tolerance or some pedagogical song-and-dance about how racism takes an individual act, substitutes it for the whole and then leaps off into insanity from there. It's too exhausting to teach white folks (and black folks like my dad) about the power structures of Racism. Let's keep the conversation on the micro level.
Is that what the majority of us think? Deep down, below our manners and our politics? Beyond stats on FEMA, levees, poor planning, poor execution, is this what we really think? Is this the reason we won't donate to the Red Cross? The reason we don't find any sympathy for the people down there? They're just too .... Other for us to really dig?
If it is, the problem isn’t just in New Orleans.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
'they followed directions': Countdown with Keith Olbermann - MSNBC.com
transcript of olbermann's thursday show here.
'they are so black': reporters finally get it
this is a column from jack shafer about the problematic response to katrina and the thousands still stranded in new orleans. it's worth reading because what these reporters are seeing (not their opinions, not their media talking points) - what they're seeing is the face of the massive underclass in our country - black, poor, desperate, dying, stranded.
wolf blitzer, moved out of his jc penny dummy-like stupor riffs in response to the pictures:
You simply get chills every time you see these poor individuals, as Jack Cafferty just pointed out, so tragically, so many of these people, almost all of them that we see, are so poor and they are so black, and this is going to raise lots of questions for people who are watching this story unfold.
you can use his words as a metaphor or you can take it for what it is - reality.
[via alternet - which has a great series of stories on the storm, the coverage, and the response]
wolf blitzer, moved out of his jc penny dummy-like stupor riffs in response to the pictures:
You simply get chills every time you see these poor individuals, as Jack Cafferty just pointed out, so tragically, so many of these people, almost all of them that we see, are so poor and they are so black, and this is going to raise lots of questions for people who are watching this story unfold.
you can use his words as a metaphor or you can take it for what it is - reality.
[via alternet - which has a great series of stories on the storm, the coverage, and the response]
Friday, September 02, 2005
"Finding" versus "Looting"
so...what's the difference?
(and, please, if any anonymous asshole writes something problematic, i'm deleting it. and yes - i do get to decide what's problematic.)
(and, please, if any anonymous asshole writes something problematic, i'm deleting it. and yes - i do get to decide what's problematic.)
Friday, August 26, 2005
i swear. last one. THEN the break.
AngryBlackBitch: Take a stand...
money quote:
A bitch has met several generation Y motherfuckers and they are disturbingly stupid. How the fuck are these idiots going to pay for my retirement? Education is not rocket science, for the love of all that’s holy! Tell the religious right to get serious about private school and fucking take it back to basics. Instead of debating “intelligent design” lets [sic] have a debate on why children can’t fucking spell “intelligent”!
money quote:
A bitch has met several generation Y motherfuckers and they are disturbingly stupid. How the fuck are these idiots going to pay for my retirement? Education is not rocket science, for the love of all that’s holy! Tell the religious right to get serious about private school and fucking take it back to basics. Instead of debating “intelligent design” lets [sic] have a debate on why children can’t fucking spell “intelligent”!
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Shut up and Listen
i met a friend of hers over the weekend and i guess i'm not the only brown girl who's having a tough racial summer.
it's ranty, powerful and impolite. read it.
[update: this is the original piece from kiwi grrl that pointed me to the above post. she rocks!]
i met a friend of hers over the weekend and i guess i'm not the only brown girl who's having a tough racial summer.
it's ranty, powerful and impolite. read it.
[update: this is the original piece from kiwi grrl that pointed me to the above post. she rocks!]
I was going through some of my archives last night – couldn’t sleep again – and wow – I was feisty and the writing wasn’t bad, either. Lately, I’ve come to realize that my postings are a little uneven; they’re a mixture of ‘hey, my butt!’ and ‘grr, the latest moves against women’s rights’ and ‘look, shoes!’ Work has been hectic (not complaining) and our fundraising season is heating up and will most likely stay there until October. But I’m sad the writing has been so choppy lately. My bad.
So, I’m taking a little break. Just for a couple of weeks. To regroup my writing and get thoughtful again instead of merely reactionary.
(having said all that here's a piece about GAP's new store that's supposed to be for women like me - over 35. I guess I'm supposed to be happy they have clothes in my size.)
So, I’m taking a little break. Just for a couple of weeks. To regroup my writing and get thoughtful again instead of merely reactionary.
(having said all that here's a piece about GAP's new store that's supposed to be for women like me - over 35. I guess I'm supposed to be happy they have clothes in my size.)
it's back to school!
as the late summer partying winds down, don't you wanna write an essay?
over at alas, a blog we see that The Anti-Feminists Want to Give You $5000! the partisan think tank IWF is holding a contest and i think it would be smashing if they received actual feminist essays.
(not an undergrad? shhh. but if you are...go for it.)
it's 750 words. easy peasy.
over at alas, a blog we see that The Anti-Feminists Want to Give You $5000! the partisan think tank IWF is holding a contest and i think it would be smashing if they received actual feminist essays.
(not an undergrad? shhh. but if you are...go for it.)
it's 750 words. easy peasy.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
fearless leader: wrong on women
"Bush, spending a day at the resort with Idaho Gov. Dirk Kempthorne, a Republican, said he was getting updates on the Iraqi constitutional process from Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice.
He said Rice had assured him that the rights of women were being protected. ''Democracy is unfolding,'' the president said."
Really?
Huh. He really has no idea what he's talking about, does he?
He said Rice had assured him that the rights of women were being protected. ''Democracy is unfolding,'' the president said."
Really?
Huh. He really has no idea what he's talking about, does he?
since elvis mitchell is no longer with the times, i guess i'll have to get my movie snark elsewhere.
(yes, more important things are happening in the world but let's put them off for a few more hours...)
(yes, more important things are happening in the world but let's put them off for a few more hours...)
chicklit, pt 2
we (ok, I) often assume that most chicklits are white. i'm often wrong.
if you haven't heard of her, jackson writes paranormal romance (!!) and her blog tackles being brown in the romance community.
love the comment how chicklit critics 'roll around in a self-congratulatory frenzy over how intelligent [we] are.'
if you haven't heard of her, jackson writes paranormal romance (!!) and her blog tackles being brown in the romance community.
love the comment how chicklit critics 'roll around in a self-congratulatory frenzy over how intelligent [we] are.'
Sunday, August 21, 2005
ladies who lunch
today was hot, and not in that paris hilton vapid kind of way.
it was so hot i felt my head was on fire, a blazing bush. (why oh why did i wear a shirt that didn't breathe?)
i woke up late-ish, checked email for a bit, then left to meet a few chicago blogging women for lunch (including Bitch, who is totally cool.) we then went shopping on southport but the heat was too much for us - who can enjoy shoes when your skin is melting? i can't. but, despite the heat, i liked the women i met.
more and more, my world is filling with women. we rock.
(i drooled over a luscious red leather bag and a few pairs of low heels at this boutique: dilani on southport. and on friday, i finally found the jacket i've been looking for: a pin-tucked grey wool with 3/4 sleeves and sparkly frog closures. i'm so happy with it, i can't wait to find a good pair of cuffed grey trousers to go with it.)
it was so hot i felt my head was on fire, a blazing bush. (why oh why did i wear a shirt that didn't breathe?)
i woke up late-ish, checked email for a bit, then left to meet a few chicago blogging women for lunch (including Bitch, who is totally cool.) we then went shopping on southport but the heat was too much for us - who can enjoy shoes when your skin is melting? i can't. but, despite the heat, i liked the women i met.
more and more, my world is filling with women. we rock.
(i drooled over a luscious red leather bag and a few pairs of low heels at this boutique: dilani on southport. and on friday, i finally found the jacket i've been looking for: a pin-tucked grey wool with 3/4 sleeves and sparkly frog closures. i'm so happy with it, i can't wait to find a good pair of cuffed grey trousers to go with it.)
Saturday, August 20, 2005
soapbox? check.
ahh, the relief of fiber.
...
over at bookslut there's a link to a rather pointless conversation about whether chick lit has value. (the discussion starts out promising then devolves into a weird, meandering junior high wannabe snarkfest, and not in that interesting way, either.)
why link to it? it comes back to issues of value, taste, discernment. i've been writing my own piece of dreck lately (one that i am enjoying) and the other night, when i came home a little wasted from a work function, roomie was watching Wedding Date (the one with Debra Messing and one of the Dermots). what an utterly insipid movie. roomie put her finger on it: there's no conflict and everyone is boring. where's the conflict when the most common rule of chick lit is 'marry the boy who loves you for being you'? and where's the conflict when the heroine's journey to self-discovery follows a simple trajectory - middle class dream almost attained, middle class dream deferred, middle class dream reinforced and used as reward for maintaining the (middle class) status quo. what's discovered when she ends up back where she began, perhaps a little more knowing, but basically still unaware?
the chick-lit lovers (and their authors plum sykes, jennifer weiner, marian keyes and that woman who made my roomie throw the book across the room) defend their genre by comparing their domestic dramas to those of austen but they don't seem to have read austen very well. it's no wonder they choose austen as their guide; she's easy to underestimate. her clean and chatty novels of drawing rooms and marriage plans seem like our romance novels but austen had actual conflict. elizabeth bennet was not trying to 'find herself' in the love of a good man; she was fighting for survival, knowing that her future, and those of her sisters, depended on marriage - and marriage, even if you were gently bred, was not a sure thing especially if your family's class and reputation was...in question. this is the conflict - austen's drama is not about darcy loving elizabeth for herself; it's about class distinctions, money, sexual scandal and the laws of primogeniture that endanger a woman's ability to be free.
that's what Conflict is - the very BIG thing outside of the hero/heroine that endangers the outcome of the narrative. it's not whether someone is fat, or fired, or if someone will read the email that was accidentally sent when someone else was drunk with jealousy and stupidity. it's not a misunderstanding or a misheard conversation. that's called a plot point. conflict points to something monumental and the fact that these stories lack that largeness, that weight, just undercuts their argument that what they write is important.
...
over at bookslut there's a link to a rather pointless conversation about whether chick lit has value. (the discussion starts out promising then devolves into a weird, meandering junior high wannabe snarkfest, and not in that interesting way, either.)
why link to it? it comes back to issues of value, taste, discernment. i've been writing my own piece of dreck lately (one that i am enjoying) and the other night, when i came home a little wasted from a work function, roomie was watching Wedding Date (the one with Debra Messing and one of the Dermots). what an utterly insipid movie. roomie put her finger on it: there's no conflict and everyone is boring. where's the conflict when the most common rule of chick lit is 'marry the boy who loves you for being you'? and where's the conflict when the heroine's journey to self-discovery follows a simple trajectory - middle class dream almost attained, middle class dream deferred, middle class dream reinforced and used as reward for maintaining the (middle class) status quo. what's discovered when she ends up back where she began, perhaps a little more knowing, but basically still unaware?
the chick-lit lovers (and their authors plum sykes, jennifer weiner, marian keyes and that woman who made my roomie throw the book across the room) defend their genre by comparing their domestic dramas to those of austen but they don't seem to have read austen very well. it's no wonder they choose austen as their guide; she's easy to underestimate. her clean and chatty novels of drawing rooms and marriage plans seem like our romance novels but austen had actual conflict. elizabeth bennet was not trying to 'find herself' in the love of a good man; she was fighting for survival, knowing that her future, and those of her sisters, depended on marriage - and marriage, even if you were gently bred, was not a sure thing especially if your family's class and reputation was...in question. this is the conflict - austen's drama is not about darcy loving elizabeth for herself; it's about class distinctions, money, sexual scandal and the laws of primogeniture that endanger a woman's ability to be free.
that's what Conflict is - the very BIG thing outside of the hero/heroine that endangers the outcome of the narrative. it's not whether someone is fat, or fired, or if someone will read the email that was accidentally sent when someone else was drunk with jealousy and stupidity. it's not a misunderstanding or a misheard conversation. that's called a plot point. conflict points to something monumental and the fact that these stories lack that largeness, that weight, just undercuts their argument that what they write is important.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Thursday, August 18, 2005
how intolerant of me
if anon hated my intolerance for maxim and its readers, this should really blow their stack.
word snobbery.
love. it.
(and the writing exercises are an excellent way to take a break from work to get the flow going again.)
word snobbery.
love. it.
(and the writing exercises are an excellent way to take a break from work to get the flow going again.)
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
reading sucks
Guardian Unlimited Books | By genre | The tyranny of reading
For someone to say they don't care for reading labels them as some kind of thickie pariah, fair game for any insult. To decide any such thing on the basis of one single trait seems both sweeping and snobbish.
during my footloose-like childhood, two things distinguished me from my sister:
1- my birthmark was on the right side, hers on the left
2- i read books, she didn't
as we grew up, this second division between us became more marked. i horded my books and she launched guerilla attacks at me through them. (oh, the day i found my hardy boys mystery ripped, defaced and chewed by my dogs because my sister threw it in the back yard - oh, that was a dark day.) my sister knew how deeply this hurt me just as i knew how it hurt that i preferred reading to playing with her.
all of this is to say that my sister doesn't read very much. she read in college, yes; now her collection of books can fit in a small file cabinet. but she has read a book. somewhere, a book has felt my sister crack its spine. somewhere an idea has been digested by my sister and now sits percolating in the ether of ideas my sister carries above her.
but NEVER to have read a single book? and boldly to admit it? (and you don't have a condition to account for it?) you're no pariah. just hugely ignorant.
For someone to say they don't care for reading labels them as some kind of thickie pariah, fair game for any insult. To decide any such thing on the basis of one single trait seems both sweeping and snobbish.
during my footloose-like childhood, two things distinguished me from my sister:
1- my birthmark was on the right side, hers on the left
2- i read books, she didn't
as we grew up, this second division between us became more marked. i horded my books and she launched guerilla attacks at me through them. (oh, the day i found my hardy boys mystery ripped, defaced and chewed by my dogs because my sister threw it in the back yard - oh, that was a dark day.) my sister knew how deeply this hurt me just as i knew how it hurt that i preferred reading to playing with her.
all of this is to say that my sister doesn't read very much. she read in college, yes; now her collection of books can fit in a small file cabinet. but she has read a book. somewhere, a book has felt my sister crack its spine. somewhere an idea has been digested by my sister and now sits percolating in the ether of ideas my sister carries above her.
but NEVER to have read a single book? and boldly to admit it? (and you don't have a condition to account for it?) you're no pariah. just hugely ignorant.
illinois rocks: pharmacy access to contraception permanent
yay!
there are a lot of things wrong with illinois government - but this isn't one of them. if things go bad on the federal level, i feel good that my state legislature still recognizes women's needs. (and good on planned parenthood for keeping up the pressure.)
there are a lot of things wrong with illinois government - but this isn't one of them. if things go bad on the federal level, i feel good that my state legislature still recognizes women's needs. (and good on planned parenthood for keeping up the pressure.)
why i'm glad i'm 35: maxim is 'cool'
Do You Read Maxim? Like to Shoot Pool? Welcome to the Club - New York Times
"It's a very cool magazine," Mr. Gerber said. "I've been to a bunch of parties they've had. It's my clientele at those parties." The typical Maxim reader is a 27-year-old male whose favorite alcoholic beverage is tequila and whose preferred leisure activity is shooting pool.
do you fear for the future? cuz i do.
"It's a very cool magazine," Mr. Gerber said. "I've been to a bunch of parties they've had. It's my clientele at those parties." The typical Maxim reader is a 27-year-old male whose favorite alcoholic beverage is tequila and whose preferred leisure activity is shooting pool.
do you fear for the future? cuz i do.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
yawn: Chicago Tribune | BLOGS CAN BITE
same old same old.
here's a thought for writers covering this new-fangled things called blogs: how about writing something interesting?
you have a front page story to write and these are the most interesting stories you can explore? jeebus.
here's a thought for writers covering this new-fangled things called blogs: how about writing something interesting?
you have a front page story to write and these are the most interesting stories you can explore? jeebus.
Monday, August 15, 2005
meme meme meme...
(it's my lunch break. really.)
50 Questions (via ABDmom)
1. First name: Ding
2. Were you named after anyone? Yes; my mother’s best friend back in the philippines
3. Do you wish on stars? No.
4. When did you last cry? Sunday I teared up a little while watching First Daughter but I’m chalking that up to PMS.
5. Do you like your handwriting? Very. My print is very blocky.
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Um…shhh…liver loaf.
7. What is your most embarrassing CD? I once had a baby face cd. I later sold it in a yard sale.
8. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Of course! I’m fabulous (despite the fact that I will most likely forget my new friend’s birthday.)
9. Do you have a journal? Yes, one that i’ve been neglecting because of this thing.
10. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Doesn’t everybody?
11. What are your nicknames? Yum-yum, gassy princess...
12. Would you bungee jump? Um, no.
13. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Shoes? With laces? You mean gasp athletic gear?!
14. Do you think that you are strong? My lower body strength is immense – really! I can leg press a muther. I have weak girly upper body strength that only kicks in during panic.
15. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk. (because I am a super fudge chunk – ha! Roomy – beat you to it.)
16. Shoe Size? 8
17. Red or pink? Persimmon.
18. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I think I’m inheriting my mother’s problematic filipina grandmother tendency to be, uh, hairy. I’m not happy about it. At all. Grr.
19. Who do you miss most? My mom.
20. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back? Whatever.
21. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? I am proudly wearing a maternity summer dress from Target! Why maternity? Because it’s comfy and gives me an excuse to stop holding it in. Heh.
22. What are you listening to right now? Radiofreevirgin.com
23. Last thing you ate? Corner Bakery croissant.
24. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Burnt sienna.
25. What is the weather like right now? Hot and slightly humid.
26. Last person you talked to on the phone? Roomie, to wake her up.
27. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? I actually have a hard time noticing the opposite sex…(no peripheral vision, dude! None!)
28. Favorite Drink? Red wine, champagne, hendrick’s gin, or whiskey
29. Favorite Sport? That’s funny.
30. Hair Color? Brown (with gray in exactly the same spot my dad has it)
31. Eye Color? Brown
32. Do you wear contacts? No – I’m terrified of them. I sport cute black glasses.
33. Favorite Food? Meatloaf. Always meatloaf.
34. Last Movie You Watched? The Aristocrats. Heh.
35. Favorite Day Of The Year? Thanksgiving.
36. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings? Scary movies; happy endings are for chumps.
37. Summer Or Winter? Summer
38. Hugs OR Kisses? Kisses
39. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? (see Ben & Jerry above)
40. Who Is Most Likely To Respond? Hmmph.
41. Who Is Least Likely To Respond? Phht.
42. What Books Are You Reading? Jonathan Ames
43. What's On Your Mouse Pad? My hand, on the mouse.
44. What Did You Watch Last night on TV? The one with that skinny girl in it and that preternaturally mature child, dakota fanning
45. Favorite Smells? Bread, bacon, jasmine, gardenia, issey miyake’s parfum
46. Favorite Sounds? Traffic
47. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Rolling stones
48. What's the furthest you've been from home? Europe.
49. Do you have a special talent? Um…my (cough) yoda imitation.
50. What is your ring tone? Some baroque thing…
50 Questions (via ABDmom)
1. First name: Ding
2. Were you named after anyone? Yes; my mother’s best friend back in the philippines
3. Do you wish on stars? No.
4. When did you last cry? Sunday I teared up a little while watching First Daughter but I’m chalking that up to PMS.
5. Do you like your handwriting? Very. My print is very blocky.
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Um…shhh…liver loaf.
7. What is your most embarrassing CD? I once had a baby face cd. I later sold it in a yard sale.
8. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Of course! I’m fabulous (despite the fact that I will most likely forget my new friend’s birthday.)
9. Do you have a journal? Yes, one that i’ve been neglecting because of this thing.
10. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Doesn’t everybody?
11. What are your nicknames? Yum-yum, gassy princess...
12. Would you bungee jump? Um, no.
13. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Shoes? With laces? You mean gasp athletic gear?!
14. Do you think that you are strong? My lower body strength is immense – really! I can leg press a muther. I have weak girly upper body strength that only kicks in during panic.
15. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk. (because I am a super fudge chunk – ha! Roomy – beat you to it.)
16. Shoe Size? 8
17. Red or pink? Persimmon.
18. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I think I’m inheriting my mother’s problematic filipina grandmother tendency to be, uh, hairy. I’m not happy about it. At all. Grr.
19. Who do you miss most? My mom.
20. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back? Whatever.
21. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? I am proudly wearing a maternity summer dress from Target! Why maternity? Because it’s comfy and gives me an excuse to stop holding it in. Heh.
22. What are you listening to right now? Radiofreevirgin.com
23. Last thing you ate? Corner Bakery croissant.
24. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Burnt sienna.
25. What is the weather like right now? Hot and slightly humid.
26. Last person you talked to on the phone? Roomie, to wake her up.
27. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? I actually have a hard time noticing the opposite sex…(no peripheral vision, dude! None!)
28. Favorite Drink? Red wine, champagne, hendrick’s gin, or whiskey
29. Favorite Sport? That’s funny.
30. Hair Color? Brown (with gray in exactly the same spot my dad has it)
31. Eye Color? Brown
32. Do you wear contacts? No – I’m terrified of them. I sport cute black glasses.
33. Favorite Food? Meatloaf. Always meatloaf.
34. Last Movie You Watched? The Aristocrats. Heh.
35. Favorite Day Of The Year? Thanksgiving.
36. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings? Scary movies; happy endings are for chumps.
37. Summer Or Winter? Summer
38. Hugs OR Kisses? Kisses
39. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? (see Ben & Jerry above)
40. Who Is Most Likely To Respond? Hmmph.
41. Who Is Least Likely To Respond? Phht.
42. What Books Are You Reading? Jonathan Ames
43. What's On Your Mouse Pad? My hand, on the mouse.
44. What Did You Watch Last night on TV? The one with that skinny girl in it and that preternaturally mature child, dakota fanning
45. Favorite Smells? Bread, bacon, jasmine, gardenia, issey miyake’s parfum
46. Favorite Sounds? Traffic
47. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Rolling stones
48. What's the furthest you've been from home? Europe.
49. Do you have a special talent? Um…my (cough) yoda imitation.
50. What is your ring tone? Some baroque thing…
Sunday, August 14, 2005
scribble scribble
roomie sits on the couch tonight blissfully engrossed in miracle, the movie about our olympic hockey victory in 1980. (have i mentioned roomie is from minnesota?) i sit at our dining table, surrounded by a watered down whiskey, a coke, cigarettes and unopened mail. (mail=bad news!)
it's been a nice weekend, rainy and warm, and we spent hours at the movie theater yesterday. march of the penguins (hey, we thought it'd be educational!) was less than satisfactory. first, seeing any G-rated movie is a mistake if you see it in the afternoon. children. everywhere. really chatty children. we had to move to an empty part of the theater but we were pursued into that section, as well. here's a piece of movie theater etiquette: when your newborn starts wailing at the top of its lungs, pack up everyone and leave the theater. please.
we decided to wash the children's fare from our minds by taking in 'the aristocrats.' ah, profanity, vulgarity, incest, shit and bestiality. it was the perfect tonic to the curiously bloodless march of the penguins. (i'm sorry, if you intone pretty much from the beginning of the movie that some penguins won't survive the winter, i want to see penguin carcass; if you say predators are coming for the fuzzy babies i want to see that weird ass bird snatch a fuzzy baby, rip off its head and fly away with it. it's nature.)
we came home to watch tv (we're total potatos) and then had a brief discussion of race - again - and why people of color ask less questions about white people. roomie has come to terms with her privilege and i've reassured her i don't blame her for anything, though perhaps some reading would be in order. (remember that reading list?)
today, i stayed home to write. the Worst Romance Ever is in full swing, though i'm having some issues trying to keep my heroine from sounding like a humorless prig. it was good to puzzle some things out. i miss these times when it's just me, a cursor, a question and a pack of cigs. these are the things i miss most from graduate school.
...
B- sent me a short series of emails this week. it's been a couple of months (or has it been three?) since he and i were last together. our contact is spotty and usually follows a familiar cycle: a night together, several months apart, a tentative attempt at reestablishing contact, contact is made, another night together. and so on.
his last three messages went unanswered and sooner or later i'm going to have to figure out a way to say i'm not up for it anymore.
it's been a nice weekend, rainy and warm, and we spent hours at the movie theater yesterday. march of the penguins (hey, we thought it'd be educational!) was less than satisfactory. first, seeing any G-rated movie is a mistake if you see it in the afternoon. children. everywhere. really chatty children. we had to move to an empty part of the theater but we were pursued into that section, as well. here's a piece of movie theater etiquette: when your newborn starts wailing at the top of its lungs, pack up everyone and leave the theater. please.
we decided to wash the children's fare from our minds by taking in 'the aristocrats.' ah, profanity, vulgarity, incest, shit and bestiality. it was the perfect tonic to the curiously bloodless march of the penguins. (i'm sorry, if you intone pretty much from the beginning of the movie that some penguins won't survive the winter, i want to see penguin carcass; if you say predators are coming for the fuzzy babies i want to see that weird ass bird snatch a fuzzy baby, rip off its head and fly away with it. it's nature.)
we came home to watch tv (we're total potatos) and then had a brief discussion of race - again - and why people of color ask less questions about white people. roomie has come to terms with her privilege and i've reassured her i don't blame her for anything, though perhaps some reading would be in order. (remember that reading list?)
today, i stayed home to write. the Worst Romance Ever is in full swing, though i'm having some issues trying to keep my heroine from sounding like a humorless prig. it was good to puzzle some things out. i miss these times when it's just me, a cursor, a question and a pack of cigs. these are the things i miss most from graduate school.
...
B- sent me a short series of emails this week. it's been a couple of months (or has it been three?) since he and i were last together. our contact is spotty and usually follows a familiar cycle: a night together, several months apart, a tentative attempt at reestablishing contact, contact is made, another night together. and so on.
his last three messages went unanswered and sooner or later i'm going to have to figure out a way to say i'm not up for it anymore.
yikes
ever had one of those moments when you read something that makes you swear the person who wrote it is sitting right in front of you at your kitchen table? you know this voice. it belongs to the woman who says the angry uncomfortable truth that makes you look around wondering if anyone heard that. (my roomie is one of these women.)
they are AngryBlackBitch.
and, man, does she have ideas about that story last week about that jail break down in tennessee.
(she's going on the blog roll)
they are AngryBlackBitch.
and, man, does she have ideas about that story last week about that jail break down in tennessee.
(she's going on the blog roll)
please no
no. way.
i mentioned this to my roommate and she about had a fit. 'no, they can't do that!'
considering this article is from july and no one's heard anything about it, maybe we've all dodged a very icky bullet. television can barely raise itself above a junior high level of discourse; it's hardly a subtle enough tool to look at race.
i mentioned this to my roommate and she about had a fit. 'no, they can't do that!'
considering this article is from july and no one's heard anything about it, maybe we've all dodged a very icky bullet. television can barely raise itself above a junior high level of discourse; it's hardly a subtle enough tool to look at race.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Girl Crush; the times has a word for everything
first it was metrosexual.
then came man-date.
now it's girl crush.
my old roommate was fond of 'office boyfriend'.
pretty soon we won't be able to walk, the world will be so plastered with words defining relationships that had previously been unknown.
then came man-date.
now it's girl crush.
my old roommate was fond of 'office boyfriend'.
pretty soon we won't be able to walk, the world will be so plastered with words defining relationships that had previously been unknown.
All Cultures Are Not Equal: so says david brooks
sigh.
is it me or is david really talking about two different things when he uses the word 'culture'?
i'm prompted to ask, why write this column? what is he going after? does he think no one will really notice he's misusing terms?
i'm going to bed.
is it me or is david really talking about two different things when he uses the word 'culture'?
i'm prompted to ask, why write this column? what is he going after? does he think no one will really notice he's misusing terms?
i'm going to bed.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
birfday
So the birthday is next month.
It’s giving me a little trouble. Not the usual ‘I’m so old’ crap. I look forward to getting older – my body is changing (again), my outlook is changing and I’m only dreading menopause because of the discomfort (ding hates discomfort). The women I’ve gotten to know through the Social Do-Gooder Job are older, yet look and act younger because of the immense fire they have in their bellies; they are given youth through what they do.
So it’s not the fact of my age that’s throwing me for a loop.
It’s the aesthetics, or the imagery, of this number. I mean, when I was approaching 35, there was a roundness to it that appealed to me. It was dead center; 35 was such a good, steady number. It signified balance to me. 36, however, is off-center; 12 goes into it 3 times. (right?) It’s weird. It’s not a milestone age, like 30 or 35. It’s after the milestone. It’s sort of the chapter after Happily Ever After.
It’s the Then What? page.
So now what? These are the less than ambitious plans now that I'm officially approaching middle age:
Learn how to sew properly (which means I’d need my mom’s old Singer …)
Take a tango lesson (or maybe the foxtrot; I’ve always liked the foxtrot)
Take a vocal class (it’s been ages since I've belted anything out)
Have a girly golf outing (I know but it’s really about the drinks afterward, isn’t it?)
New pillows for my bed.
It’s giving me a little trouble. Not the usual ‘I’m so old’ crap. I look forward to getting older – my body is changing (again), my outlook is changing and I’m only dreading menopause because of the discomfort (ding hates discomfort). The women I’ve gotten to know through the Social Do-Gooder Job are older, yet look and act younger because of the immense fire they have in their bellies; they are given youth through what they do.
So it’s not the fact of my age that’s throwing me for a loop.
It’s the aesthetics, or the imagery, of this number. I mean, when I was approaching 35, there was a roundness to it that appealed to me. It was dead center; 35 was such a good, steady number. It signified balance to me. 36, however, is off-center; 12 goes into it 3 times. (right?) It’s weird. It’s not a milestone age, like 30 or 35. It’s after the milestone. It’s sort of the chapter after Happily Ever After.
It’s the Then What? page.
So now what? These are the less than ambitious plans now that I'm officially approaching middle age:
Learn how to sew properly (which means I’d need my mom’s old Singer …)
Take a tango lesson (or maybe the foxtrot; I’ve always liked the foxtrot)
Take a vocal class (it’s been ages since I've belted anything out)
Have a girly golf outing (I know but it’s really about the drinks afterward, isn’t it?)
New pillows for my bed.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
ouch. my ass.
this post officially goes in the TMI box. if you're squeamish then look away - like, here maybe.
if you're brave and bold, like a listerine breath pak, then read on:
i have a hemorrhoid.
it's making me afraid to poop. this fear, in turn, is making me constipated. which makes it harder to poop. which hurts my ass visitor. two weeks ago, after church, i went to walgreens. i just couldn't take it anymore. so there i stood, in the itch/burn/ben gay aisle puzzling over what to put up my butt to make it stop hurting. a suppository? i couldn't figure out the directions. a topical cream? my roomie told me stories of her dad complaining of leakage. the least invasive remedy i could think of: a medicated towelette.
i reached out to take a package when a guy came over and stood next to me, also pondering the mysteries of tucks vs. preparation H. we stood there, frozen, each with our own ass issues. i finally grabbed my box of towelettes and got the hell out of there. i even bought a box of girly laxatives (the box was pink!). but then my way too efficient cleaning lady came and threw them away.
tonight, while watching peter pan with my roommate, i decided to see what web md had to say. eesh. not good. words like 'vigorous wiping' 'pushing strain' 'probe' 'see your doctor right away' and 'fiber' throbbed at me.
i don't think i want to see a doctor about this, i said to roomie.
i think you should have a colonoscopy, she said.
i can't believe you just tossed that out like - like it was nothing! nothing is going up my ass! no one is going to send a periscope up my butt!
the fact that nothing is coming out my butt is not lost on me.
...
there's just no good way to finish a post like that, is there?
if you're brave and bold, like a listerine breath pak, then read on:
i have a hemorrhoid.
it's making me afraid to poop. this fear, in turn, is making me constipated. which makes it harder to poop. which hurts my ass visitor. two weeks ago, after church, i went to walgreens. i just couldn't take it anymore. so there i stood, in the itch/burn/ben gay aisle puzzling over what to put up my butt to make it stop hurting. a suppository? i couldn't figure out the directions. a topical cream? my roomie told me stories of her dad complaining of leakage. the least invasive remedy i could think of: a medicated towelette.
i reached out to take a package when a guy came over and stood next to me, also pondering the mysteries of tucks vs. preparation H. we stood there, frozen, each with our own ass issues. i finally grabbed my box of towelettes and got the hell out of there. i even bought a box of girly laxatives (the box was pink!). but then my way too efficient cleaning lady came and threw them away.
tonight, while watching peter pan with my roommate, i decided to see what web md had to say. eesh. not good. words like 'vigorous wiping' 'pushing strain' 'probe' 'see your doctor right away' and 'fiber' throbbed at me.
i don't think i want to see a doctor about this, i said to roomie.
i think you should have a colonoscopy, she said.
i can't believe you just tossed that out like - like it was nothing! nothing is going up my ass! no one is going to send a periscope up my butt!
the fact that nothing is coming out my butt is not lost on me.
...
there's just no good way to finish a post like that, is there?
Liberty University: where liberty means none
Student Affairs - LW - Code of Conduct - JudicialSys - Reprimands... - Liberty University
so imagine how much you'd have to cough up in fines if:
you visited your (illegal) non-catholic boyfriend at his apartment off campus, failed to identify yourself when you snuck back and then decided to cap off the evening at an illicit seance.
[via foreword]
so imagine how much you'd have to cough up in fines if:
you visited your (illegal) non-catholic boyfriend at his apartment off campus, failed to identify yourself when you snuck back and then decided to cap off the evening at an illicit seance.
[via foreword]
Monday, August 08, 2005
to see if i can, i've been writing a really crappy romance novella. i thought the discipline of regular writing would be good for me and, for once, to FINISH something would be nice. i had a few versions of it from a few years ago but, when i quit my job earlier this year, i dug them up, reread them, and started over. unemployment was the best thing to happen to this little project - whole days of writing crappily, yet happily.
i gave myself a goal - something in vague finished form by my birthday - but because i've been so consumed with work (which is good) i've had to catch up with my own writing. and, because i've been so consumed with politics, romance just hasn't been on my radar (erotica/porn, yes-romance, no) so i checked out a couple contemporary romances/chick lit last weekend, to get my feet wet again. research.
how's it going?
aack. i hate it. it's all crap. these books suck. kill me. kill me now.
(thank the book gods i also checked out a novel about a forensic entomologist and one about a gay man's wacky adventures with his butler.)
i gave myself a goal - something in vague finished form by my birthday - but because i've been so consumed with work (which is good) i've had to catch up with my own writing. and, because i've been so consumed with politics, romance just hasn't been on my radar (erotica/porn, yes-romance, no) so i checked out a couple contemporary romances/chick lit last weekend, to get my feet wet again. research.
how's it going?
aack. i hate it. it's all crap. these books suck. kill me. kill me now.
(thank the book gods i also checked out a novel about a forensic entomologist and one about a gay man's wacky adventures with his butler.)
Ms. Magazine | The Dialectic of Fat: From Kirstie Alley to Broadway to Fiji
if i wasn't so constipated and worried about renal failure i'd think harder about this.
but no matter your lower GI situation, it's a good read.
but no matter your lower GI situation, it's a good read.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Delicious Biting: Savory pancakes
what does a french literary icon have to do with buckwheat pancakes? plenty.
damned by faint praise
i like the word play in curtis' title "Terry McMillan - Waiting to excel" but, really, a whole literary history on the black aesthetic movement?
it's significant that most of the review is about that instead of mcmillan's new book.
in fact, this is about as much enthusiasm as he can muster:
The Interruption of Everything may not be a great novel, but it's a far more ambitious one than McMillan has written in years, and it seems like a lurch toward something important.
i stopped reading mcmillan years ago. i thought she was bland. boring. tired. done. cliched.
so, curtis, just break it to us: she's a bad writer. we can take it.
it's significant that most of the review is about that instead of mcmillan's new book.
in fact, this is about as much enthusiasm as he can muster:
The Interruption of Everything may not be a great novel, but it's a far more ambitious one than McMillan has written in years, and it seems like a lurch toward something important.
i stopped reading mcmillan years ago. i thought she was bland. boring. tired. done. cliched.
so, curtis, just break it to us: she's a bad writer. we can take it.
Friday, August 05, 2005
what to do...?
the day is bright and cool and i have the rest of the afternoon off...
what to do?
go back to the neighborhood and write in the cafe?
see a movie?
buy a comic book? (oooh)
window shop for fall stuff?
return overdue library books? (boo)
eat a cheap, yet satisfying, lunch?
try on shoes? (yay!)
museum?
walk in the park?
take a train ride to a new neighborhood?
sigh.
what to do?
go back to the neighborhood and write in the cafe?
see a movie?
buy a comic book? (oooh)
window shop for fall stuff?
return overdue library books? (boo)
eat a cheap, yet satisfying, lunch?
try on shoes? (yay!)
museum?
walk in the park?
take a train ride to a new neighborhood?
sigh.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
dove: i like the ads
and so does poundy, who penned a rebuttal to the lame asses at the sun-times who think the ads are ugly, offensive and gross.
fuck you, asshats.
(poundy's rebuttal is more articulate than that but you get my drift.)
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
yick.
Filipina Brides And Marriage Resource
i wish i knew the tagalog for 'you sad little man.'
all i know is tatay mo kalbo. (used to crack us up when we were kids.)
that doesn't fit the situation somehow.
[via feckless, though were she finds this stuff i don't know.]
i wish i knew the tagalog for 'you sad little man.'
all i know is tatay mo kalbo. (used to crack us up when we were kids.)
that doesn't fit the situation somehow.
[via feckless, though were she finds this stuff i don't know.]
sorta.
Salon.com Life | I want you to want me - NP
The letters in response to this essay are interesting.
Most of them accuse her of being a drama queen, contrary, 'white', whiny and to 'get over it.' Well, sorta.
Maybe the Beyonces or the Halle Berrys among us don't want to admit to being needy and so Dickerson’s need for affirmation from white people is too … ugly.
Maybe there’s a generational difference; in a lot of ways I have the same reaction to Terry Macmillan and her books. That particular slice of older black woman waiting to exhale was too dependent on male approval for my taste.
On the other hand…
As a reasonably cute brown girl who doesn’t fly off the handle for just any reason (cough) I think she has a point. But her position is a tricky one – using the Wedding Crashers to argue for cultural acceptance as sex object while black women are also objecting to being just a booty in hip hop videos is a highwire act I’m glad I don’t have to sustain.
I think her larger point is that black femininity is either one of two types – the Halle Berry/Beyonce/Dorothy Dandridge type (ultra feminine object) or the workaday capable black woman who’s so capable we’re hardly women (Missy Elliot before she lost weight.) Her point is that, for whatever reason, black women don’t count as representable cultural objects.
Is she wrong? I mean, other than Oprah, where are black women visible in our culture (other than entertainment) and how are we visible?
The letters in response to this essay are interesting.
Most of them accuse her of being a drama queen, contrary, 'white', whiny and to 'get over it.' Well, sorta.
Maybe the Beyonces or the Halle Berrys among us don't want to admit to being needy and so Dickerson’s need for affirmation from white people is too … ugly.
Maybe there’s a generational difference; in a lot of ways I have the same reaction to Terry Macmillan and her books. That particular slice of older black woman waiting to exhale was too dependent on male approval for my taste.
On the other hand…
As a reasonably cute brown girl who doesn’t fly off the handle for just any reason (cough) I think she has a point. But her position is a tricky one – using the Wedding Crashers to argue for cultural acceptance as sex object while black women are also objecting to being just a booty in hip hop videos is a highwire act I’m glad I don’t have to sustain.
I think her larger point is that black femininity is either one of two types – the Halle Berry/Beyonce/Dorothy Dandridge type (ultra feminine object) or the workaday capable black woman who’s so capable we’re hardly women (Missy Elliot before she lost weight.) Her point is that, for whatever reason, black women don’t count as representable cultural objects.
Is she wrong? I mean, other than Oprah, where are black women visible in our culture (other than entertainment) and how are we visible?
amen, sister.
via bitch (you know where to find her) a fab rant on nursing, professional obligations to provide patient care and why religion needs to stay out the medical business:
The Drunken Lagomorph :: Medical duty vs. faith and religion :: August :: 2005
there are some days when i wish i could take the pill just so i could ask for it and, when i'm refused, lose my shit on somebody.
it's one of those days, you know?
The Drunken Lagomorph :: Medical duty vs. faith and religion :: August :: 2005
there are some days when i wish i could take the pill just so i could ask for it and, when i'm refused, lose my shit on somebody.
it's one of those days, you know?
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
brilliant
in-fucking-credible. that didn't take long at all.
i thought we had at least a few years until the right started going after birth control wholeheartedly, but this was faster than expected: banning the dispensing of birth control at a university hospital.
what. the. hell.
'birth control leads to promiscuity'?
these are adult women who can make up their own minds and don't need a legislature telling them they're not supposed to have sex - and if they do, tough shit.
so let's keep a running tally of the conservative wish list for women:
no rape counseling
no emergency contraception
no regular contraception
no access to abortion
no pregnancy counseling
what's more likely to happen: women stop having sex or women start getting pregnant and catching diseases? women stop having sex or women drop out of college because they're pregnant and can't deal? women stop having sex or...what?
what?!
i thought we had at least a few years until the right started going after birth control wholeheartedly, but this was faster than expected: banning the dispensing of birth control at a university hospital.
what. the. hell.
'birth control leads to promiscuity'?
these are adult women who can make up their own minds and don't need a legislature telling them they're not supposed to have sex - and if they do, tough shit.
so let's keep a running tally of the conservative wish list for women:
no rape counseling
no emergency contraception
no regular contraception
no access to abortion
no pregnancy counseling
what's more likely to happen: women stop having sex or women start getting pregnant and catching diseases? women stop having sex or women drop out of college because they're pregnant and can't deal? women stop having sex or...what?
what?!
Monday, August 01, 2005
what's the effing point anymore, you know?
Bush Appoints Bolton as U.N. Envoy, Bypassing Senate - New York Times
why not just declare himself king and get it over with?
why not just declare himself king and get it over with?
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