Posts Tagged by Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
Finders Keepers
| March 22, 2011 | Filled under Video |
These chicks stole my favorite (thrift store) nightgown.
Yes, I wear a nightgown from the thrift store. Whut.
In approximately 24 hours
| November 5, 2010 | Filled under Photo Album, Video |
This is what I’ll be doing.
And now a Patric Swayze reference.
God, that trailer is so ’90s. But there are two things I love about this movie (besides the obvious, because it’s awesome): 1. it was directed by a woman, and 2. the three main actors did all their own stunts.
Proper Fucking Booming
| May 26, 2010 | Filled under Blog, Photo Album |
The Deepwater Horizon spill is bad. Really bad. But you want to know what’s worse?
Uhh, language is NSFW.
(Via MetaFilter, where the comments are, as always, priceless.)
Those fuckers better not screw up my approaching Florida vacation, and they better not fucking kill off the 8,000 remaining endangered Ridley sea camp turtles that are just beginning to recover from a 1979 oil spill.
The perils of being female in Korea
| December 7, 2009 | Filled under Blog, Internerd |
The Awl’s take on The Korea Times’ report that one in five South Korea women are starving themselves to be “beautiful.” No shit!
If you asked a South Korean woman to draw what she thought she looked like on a wall in crayon, she would FORGET THE TASK BECAUSE SHE IS SO HUNGRY.
Even I wasn’t immune to that image pressure bullshit, when boutiques only sell one size of clothing and it’s the one you don’t fit into, when most Korean women wouldn’t dare leave the house without five layers of make-up and ten of hairspray on, when it’s the year 2009 and Korea still remains a culture where a woman’s main value is how many babies she can produce and how she’s more attractive to look at than listen to. This culminates into 99.99% of what made living there so hard for me, a feminist, an opinionated, and outspoken woman trapped in something akin to 1950s America.
Sell anything
| November 1, 2009 | Filled under Shorts |
I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that. — Lloyd Dobler, Say Anything
Feeling very sick lately of people who seem to base their whole existence on promoting something, or someone, or themselves. Not everything in this world can be bought and sold.
Rosemary’s Baby
| October 8, 2009 | Filled under Internerd |
I try not to get too political around here, or too current event-sy, but the Polanski case has really got me all pissed off and some of the people who are coming to his defense are downright disappointing. Like this self-proclaimed feminist.
At the risk of sounding too didactic, I’d like to ask this favor of you. Please go read this excellent blog post about the definition and consequences of rape culture.
Alec Baldwin vs Caitlin Flanagan
| April 22, 2009 | Filled under Internerd |
When he calls a slim and attractive girl… a pig, he is using the word in another sense, one that suggests a particularly feminine kind of repulsiveness.
Can’t believe I was ever even remotely impressed by something Caitlin Flanagan would write. Alec Baldwin is no better.
Link via Gwen
Ocean of fear
| April 8, 2009 | Filled under Blog |
My partial viewing of a documentary on the USS Indianapolis 
recently caused to surface a previously unrealized phobia — the sight of prey (in this case, people) thrashing about in open water. Don’t you know that the kraken can smell fear?
The kraken legend is Norwegian, and has a real-life relationship to the giant squid. The documentary reminded me of watching Open Water late at night on hotel cable during our trip to Nantes and Norway, just a few months before going diving in French Polynesia.
