Posts by author: Kimberley
This story over on The Daily Mail is horribly sad. It reminds me of this passage from my favorite Hempel story: ” I think of the chimp, the one with the talking hands. In the course of the experiment, that chimp had a baby. Imagine how her trainers must have thrilled when the mother, without [...]
by William Vaughn Moody I am the Woman, ark of the law and its breaker, Who chastened her steps and taught her knees to be meek, Bridled and bitted her heart and humbled her cheek, Parcelled her will, and cried “Take more!” to the taker, Shunned what they told her to shun, sought what they [...]
You never quite fully grasp the bullshit deal of parenthood until you get to the point in the game when your teenager is calling you a Nazi bitch for the tenth time in a week. And trust me, your precious snowflake has most definitely called you a Nazi bitch at SOME point in his or [...]
I used to go out with this fella named Daniel who took some perverse pleasure in making me sad. He was kinda a little bit weird, but so was I. So we fit. I used to have a really difficult time reading the paper. Not because I’m illiterate but because I simply couldn’t handle the [...]
My Yeti bought me a Kindle for Christmas and I have to tell you I am lovin’ it! I was super excited to get one, but was also afraid I wouldn’t like it and then I’d be stuck with this gadget that amounted to nothing more than a paperweight in the end. I love books, [...]
I admit I’ve ignored this place. I’ve let cobwebs build up in the corners and I’ve neglected to take care. It just seems like I’ve let so-called “real life” get in the way of coming here very often. I have a million and three drafts started, but even when I bring myself to consider posting [...]
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live a life of leisure. I try to imagine long sunning sessions at the beach with a drink (preferably something with an umbrella) and a good book. I envision long, lazy Sundays, shopping in quaint, quirky shops followed by lunch in some trendy brewery. It’s not [...]
I like turkey bacon, she says. And turns to tell Facebook. The whole world tunes in. There is the requisite group sigh. So *that’s* what it’s all about.
Though you wouldn’t know it by looking at me, I know some things. Admittedly, some of these things I only know because I messed up real bad and now I’m learning the inevitable lesson that hindsight brings. Oy, to the regret! Don’t believe me? Check this out: Some Stuff I Know So-called “Life Coaches” should [...]
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.
