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i’m not a femi-nazi lunatic. not generally. i mean, i’m all for equal rights for women so long as we end up doing what The Men tell us to. and i really think, you know, everyone should be treated the same. regardless of whether they have dangly bits or an innie. but in no way [...]
yesterday morning jacob asked me why god gave people diseases. he wondered if maybe he was lonely. “do you think he gets bored, mom? like maybe he gets bored with the people who are there and he wants someone else to party with so he brings other people up?” “anything’s possible,” i told him “stranger [...]
i had the strangest dream. i was walking home near dark. but not my home now, my home when i was a child. only it was me now. the road wasn’t a road but a dirt path. i was barefoot. it was that time of night when it’s still sort of daylight enough to see [...]
First: Kim is safe and sound. I haven’t done anything to her personage (well, nothing that you haven’t dreamed of doing yourself). She just decided to let me update once for her, which is probably just a sneaky scheme to get me infected with the blogging bug again. I am not nearly as prolific as [...]
someone i hadn’t talked to in months said to me recently, “i miss you.” i said back to him, “i miss you, too.” what i meant to say was, “i miss you, too. but like you miss a headache. or cancer. some things you get used to having around. but that doesn’t mean you should [...]
to begin with, it’s cold. it’s cold and wet and it’s no south carolina around here. i am in dire need of warm, sunny beaches. i need a place where girls smell like macaroons and boys look like that cartoon wolf whose eyes are forever and comically bulging out of his head; his heart beating [...]
i read a report a while ago that found that over 80% of women interviewed cried in the shower. other things they do in the shower: shave their legs, wash their hair, compose love letters in their head. see also: hate mail. they exfoliate their skin, brush their teeth and practice the fine art of [...]
i was sitting here (working. of course, working!) and i had this very morbid thought: what if i was suddenly struck with this brain-eating disease like the guy in flowers for algernon? i mean, he didn’t have a brain-eating disease. he was just dumb. have you ever read flowers for algernon? it’s a sad story. [...]
my therapist doesn’t like any of the men i date. he constantly says to me, “he’s not good enough for you.” and i wonder if this is a result of some misguided information he’s ascertained from our sessions. he says “fuck” a lot. like the word will be outlawed soon so he’s trying to get [...]
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.
