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I already said this once. But now someone else is saying it too. Only, they’re more direct and to the point, of course. I never seem to use one word when a thousand will do.
We discussed, you’ll recall, my devastating breakup with my therapist earlier this year. Well — I discussed it and you sat patiently — such good sports that you are. No, I’m still not over him. Time has not healed any wounds whatsoever. I know what “they’ all say and “they” are all liars. Nonetheless, today, [...]
i found these tips on parenting to be quite accurate and useful. none of those touchy-feely, dr. spock, i’m okay-you’re okay affirmations here though. no, this is the real deal. for instance, on feeding: 11. Hollow out a melon. Make a small hole in the side. Suspend it from the ceiling and swing it from [...]
i’m confused about something. everywhere i go now i hear, “bad boys, ooh the bad boys. men! they’ll just break your heart. they’re such heartbreaking heartbreakers! they’ll take advantage of ya! they’ll rob ya blind! they’ll sex ya up and leave ya cryin’!” where?? where are these men? in what area can they be found? [...]
i’m struggling with something and since this is the world wide web i thought, “what better place to share your struggles and problems than world wide?” there’s a thought completely devoid of logic for you. but in this case it makes sense. i’m suffering, interweb. suffering. i have this weird writer’s block thing going on. [...]
i take it as a sign of my impending nursing home commitment that i don’t recognize any of the channels on the station guide to my television. i’m paying an outrageous sum for an ungodly number of channels that i don’t even understand. when i click “guide” i see channels with initials like “LGM” and [...]
in bed last night matt threw one out at me. it was vintage matt. “i think i have brain damage.” naturally, i did what any supportive girlfriend would do. i laughed. “you do not. don’t be ridiculous.” “oh no, yeah. i think i do. i’m serious. i think it was all those drugs. i think [...]
i’ve just realized tonight that i’ve written almost exclusively about the boys lately. kurt vonnegut died last week and i didn’t even note it in passing. things happen. every day. they keep happening and it’s as if i’m in a vacuum where the only substantial things that cross my radar are the fruit of my [...]
it doesn’t take a terribly long time to realize you’re growing up. nor does it happen in the wink of an eye. there is no magical, golden moment. the world doesn’t suddenly alight with a strange aura wherein the angels of heaven come singing with one voice about how, today, the decree has been passed [...]
the thing about meeting your SO’s family is that you want to do it, but you really, really don’t want to do it. i mean, you do. but you’d rather not. clear enough for you? i’m supposed to up and fly to maine next month for matt’s sister’s wedding. there i will meet everyone in [...]
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
















