Rule, Brittaniea! A 10-ticket thrill ride
Prop 8
Not really news unless you live under a rock, but the words fundamental right to marry make me fill with gooey warmth.
Groupies vs. Critics
I wrote about this essay briefly on the music blog*, and though it’s kind of old, I’ve been thinking about it a lot since I first read it. The reason why so many people are hesitant to admit that sexism exists, and the reason why so few young women are willing to self-identify as feminists [...]
Babies are evil
Don’t you just want to gobble her up? I spent the last morning of my 20s hanging out with a 5-day-old kid. She is pretty awesome. I even forced an awkward CLH to holding her. I let her sleep on my chest while I laid on the floor, and she was all wrapped up like [...]
I have this rule, see
I referenced the Bechdel Test in a longform essay test today about the plight of the female protagonist in Leslie Fiedler’s pattern of the male narrative. I am awesome.
Sweet, sweet Connie was doin’ her act
OMFG I hung out with Pamela Des Barres last night. Here she is with honky-tonker Mike Stinson. In the early years of college a friend turned me on to the now-defunct website Groupie Central (accessible by the magic of the Internet Archive). That started an obsession with the phenomenon of groupies, fueled by my already [...]
Is it weird that I think Junichiro Koizumi is atrractive?
I am in the depths of finals, desperately trying to finish up two papers before 5 p.m. today. Only then can I emerge from my dungeon, covered in grime and pale from lack of sunlight. One paper is about sexual tourism and the other is about something I haven’t quite figured out yet, which sucks [...]
It is easier to ask for forgiveness than permission
The other day Matt K and I were talking about regret. I never had any for a long time. Decades. And then I had a ton. There is still wishful thinking and a sense of time wasted. I did a lot with my time, but there was so much I never even attempted because I [...]
Rockers vs Mods
I was the Mod in a photoshoot Monday for the poster for the upcoming Houston Rockers vs Mods Rally. See more outtakes here. I hope our photographer, Jamie, has some mad Photoshop skillz because I look like a raging goofball in half of them. I had just met Crystal, the Rocker girl, about five minutes [...]
Waxen, flazen, down to there
How much do I love this: apparently, Mo’Nique is an infamous non-shaver. As Screeching Weasel would say, her legs are hairy logs! And I adore her. I’ve been an adamant non-shaver for a while now. Granted, I’m blonde, and the hair on my legs is sparse so it’s barely noticeable. But I have dry skin, [...]
Hester Prynne, the first riot grrrl
From The Scarlet Letter* Indeed, the same dark question often rose into her mind, with reference to the whole race of womanhood. Was existence worth accepting, even to the happiest among them? As concerned her own individual existence, she had long ago decided in the negative, and dismissed the point as settled. A tendency to [...]
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