On a political note, I’m just curious about exactly how many “teachable moments” this country needs. They seem to be coming fast and furious these days, so that tells me we must be *really* stupid and in *dire* need of teaching.
and, personally, I made a complete idiot of myself in front of 400 people. Hooray! I’ve spoken in front of a crowd before, so I don’t know what happened. All I know is that I climbed the stage, approached the podium, looked up, saw over 400 people staring back, then blanked out. I forgot three sponsors names. My face was flush and hot. I giggled uncontrollably. I nearly wet myself.
Listen to this: picturing people in their underwear doesn’t work. That’s a damn lie.
It was a disaster, but I have survived. Fear not! I passed a couple during the reception who said, “Oh you were so CUTE up there!”
That’s nice of them and everything and it’s far better than, “Wow, your performance was bloody offensive to us! You should die!” which is *totally* what I was expecting –but I don’t know that I was going for “cute” either.
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire













I did that on a training course once; I was learning how to be an instructor and we were filmed.
Whose underwear started the giggles off?
Oddly enough, it was a very nice looking young lady towards the front. I don’t usually go around picturing women in their unmentionables, but I gave it a shot this time and found it to be disturbing and not at all helpful. I didn’t picture her totally naked though. She was wearing big granny panties and an old tattered bra in my mind’s eye. That’s what started it, I guess. The humiliation!
I agree with the underwear thing. I *never* do that–I prefer to think of them as geese.