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Oh man, I stumbled on this site today and let me just say to you right now, nothing takes me back to twelve years old like little pieces of paper that smell like things. i’m all walkin’ around my house with strawberry stuffed up one nostril and rancid onion up the other. good with the [...]
we used to go camping a lot. every single weekend my brother and his girlfriend who was also my best friend but only she was my best friend before she was his girlfriend and i didn’t even know they were dating for a big long time because they were hiding it from me. but that’s [...]
i went to school with a boy called george sunday. i used to think this meant he was really spiritual. like if we both died and went to heaven, god would be all like, “well, i’m sorry. your last name is only ‘williams’ and george here, his last name is ‘sunday’ so. well. you know [...]
when i was in sixth grade there was a boy called brandon who reminded me a lot of tom hanks. now i mean. not then. i didn’t know tom hanks from jesus when i was in the sixth grade of course. but when i think about him now i think, “tom hanks” every time. memory [...]
this one time when i was running drugs through the mexico border, i met up with this guy called tito who had been badly scarred in a boating accident. his boat blew up due to Foul Play and he barely escaped with his life. all the same, most of his body was covered in scars [...]
i went to san diego this past weekend. the rain followed. san diego is a lovely place to visit though. rain or no. i saw a man walk into a street sign. i was in the cab on the way to the airport sunday and i watched him walk down the sidewalk. he was right [...]
if i only had about 5 more hours in a day, i might not be so frazzled. i’ve cut out eating and sleeping, thereby reclaiming some portion of time wasted in an average day. but surely there must be more to be had? i don’t see why, in the year 2005, we can put a [...]
in summer, i don’t write about summer things. but i don’t write about winter things either. it’s only when the wind is blowing like razors across my cheeks that i can’t seem to stop thinking about those lazy days that roll out long and hot; the sun beaming new freckles directly on my shoulders for [...]
my first boy-girl dance in junior high was a sock hop. i went with a group of girlfriends. we wore bobby socks and poodle skirts and generally looked like dorks. i remember wanting to dance with this boy named casey who i basically had a crush on through all of high school and junior high [...]
i don’t like being locked in. i don’t like small, enclosed spaces. when i leave the office at night sometimes i’m the last person to leave. i ask the people up front not to lock the door but i guess they’re either deaf, stupid, or overly protective as our office is surrounded by 3 bars. [...]
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.
