We’ve all heard about people having mind blowing sex, but did you know that it can actually temporarily erase your memory? Continue reading
Daily Archives: October 12, 2011
30 posts
It’s practically heresy to admit it in critical “cineaste” circles, but this is the truth: I like Romantic Comedies. When done well: There’s romance! There’s comedy! What’s not to like? Continue reading
After thumbing through a quite long and a bit overwrought Atlantic Monthly article titled “All the Single Ladies”, I was struck by some of the juxtaposition the author, Kate Bolick, discusses about the feelings of loneliness she felt in not walking down the aisle with a seemingly perfect man at age 29, and years later, rectifying that decision with an almost feminist war cry to embrace the concept of often maligned spinsterhood, which some would have you believe should only be whispered in dulcet tones and not too close to a Ouija board. This isn’t a test. Women will not fail at life if they marry, and remaining single doesn’t mean there’s a lonely-lady cat sweater with your name on it. Change the rules, if you dare. Continue reading
So, yeah. Among all our cat picture postings and general whinings, occasionally we get our CT (straight) boys whining on about women.
How do we work? Well, I guess it’s not that simple. But, BUT…real women are actually not all that complicated. We’re just like you. Only with vaginas. However, there are a few things we do like…or love…that aren’t too confusing or difficult, and might help you boys along the path to glory. Continue reading
Ruth Rendell. Aka Baroness Rendell of Babergh. How many crime writers are there good enough they got a baronetcy for it? Not too damn many. She also writes under a pseudonym, Barbara Vine. She’s known for the Inspector Wexford series, and for many one-offs that feature crazy people. Psychopaths and sociopaths. She’s known for her sharp insight into human (and inhuman) nature, and writes crazy people really, really well. A Judgement in Stone? Brrr. A Demon in My View? Brrr. Tree of Hands? Very uncomfortable look at mothers and daughters. Continue reading
For the dorky girls of the 1990s and early 2000s, we were Daria and Daria was us. Daria was Daria Morgendorffer, the lead character of the cartoon of the same name, which ran on MTV from 1997 to 2002. When the show first aired, we saw what we thought of ourselves portrayed in pop culture for the first time – an intelligent, cynical and plain teenager who just wanted to be left alone.
So when MTV announced in 2009 that it would finally, FINALLY release the complete series on DVD, thousands of women in their twenties and thirties let out a collective joyous shriek. Eight long years of waiting, petitioning and begging had finally paid off. When the series was available to buy, however, I debated whether or not to get it. Continue reading
Last week, Gawker had an article about women who are desperate to get married and have a fairytale wedding. I never wanted to get married, but then a strange circumstance nudged my husband and I toward city hall. Continue reading
If you happen to be an individual in possession of two X chromosomes, a functioning e-mail account, and at least a few female relatives, friends, acquaintances, or co-workers, odds are that at some point in the last ten years you have a received a forwarded missive something similar to one I have simulated for you, below.
“Subject Line: Forward this to 10 Awesome, Amazing Women in Your Life Right Now!!!! Continue reading
In honor of the Crasstalk Day of Womanly Things, here is a list of the ten American women who are the epitome of female badassery. What makes a woman a badass? Her smarts, fearlessness and ability to be a pain in the ass of those who would keep her down. Feel free to criticize my picks in the comments and add your own. Continue reading
I was a tomboy from the jump. While I played with boys and with girls, and had a female best friend, I detested “girls’ games” and girls’ things and hated going along with them. For example, I refused to play House unless I could be “the dad,” refused to play Office unless I could be “the [male] boss,” and preferred to play-act a Wild West shoot-’em-up, Holmesian detective drama, or high seas swashbuckling adventure rather than dress dolls. This is not an original story. A lot of girls are tomboys growing up. Many of them change their gender expression as they get older. Some don’t. Some people born with girls’ bodies and boys’ habits gradually discover that they will not be able to live authentically unless they change their bodies to be more visibly masculine. Some don’t. Continue reading