Happy Pride Crasstalk! Of course you can’t have Pride Week without the obligatory pack of assholes that always emerge anywhere people are trying to have a good time and enjoy life. Let’s meet this week’s first jerk. Continue reading
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Elizabeth Wurtzel, author of Prozac Nation, has written an article for The Atlantic about “1% wives”, the rich women with nannies who lunch and shop and are ruining feminism by staying out of the job market. In Wurtzel’s mind, educated women should be in the workplace, pulling their own weight. All I could think while reading it was “Oh, Elizabeth. I always thought you’d be more likeable once you had time to mature a bit.”
I doubt whether the women she is speaking of really had all that much career potential to begin with. A woman who spends her free time shopping at Chanel and getting facials at Tracy Martyn probably wasn’t going to set the workplace on fire. However, Wurtzel labels women who do not work outside the home as women who are hurting feminism, and that is a concern. It’s an excellent example of a feminist getting distracted by an easy issue, rather than addressing the difficult questions that modern women face. Most women don’t fall into the “1% wives” category, and it’s nonsensical to spend time ranting about the few, rich women who are frittering their lives away when the vast majority of women face tougher questions. Continue reading
There is nothing quite so refreshing as a change of season. The changing temperature marks the passage of time, but not in a dismal birthday candle way. Adults don’t experience newness on a regular basis. We don’t have a new teacher every year, or learn a new subject every quarter. Unless we work in a very volatile field there is some sense of familiarity in what we do, day in and day out.
We don’t exactly become gerbils on wheels (unless we choose to of course.) Our lives are rich and we pursue new ideas, adventures and activities. But our very existence is not dictated by growth and change. We are not given new responsibilities and allowed to do new and exiting things with each passing year (ex. crossing the street alone, going to the mall with friends, etc.) We (hopefully) don’t grow out of our wardrobe every year and get the chance to reinvent our look. Never again will we (organically) change from being a boy/girl to a man/woman. We are what we are. Continue reading
OK, I am on the road this weekend so this is a quick and dirty (ask Weekday Dad what that means). Continue reading
Happy Birthday Ms. Magazine! It seems like only yesterday when you were born. It must be annoying to hear that over and over again. 40, wow! You look great! Really you do. Don’t give me that look, it’s okay to care about your looks if you’re a feminist, don’t try that on me. You look great, really. You know a lot of other magazines have very bloated advertising, and a rather eerie glossy finish. But not you. Yes you’ve freshened yourself up over the years, but that’s what keeps you modern and relevant.
Do you remember the first time you came to my house? Me neither. But I remember you being there in those early years. My housewife mother must have heard about you at her consciousness-raising group and invited you home. I’m guessing you got passed around a bit. Household expenditures were tightly monitored (it was the 70s after all, things were tough all over.) Continue reading
Well it has been another busy week for the world’s jerks, douche bags, and oxygen wasters. It’s hard to even know where to begin. First let’s give a hat tip to KotBR for bringing us Greece’s biggest asshole this week and to Rhino for sharing one doctor’s path to utter jackassery. Hopefully, both of these assholes will soon receive all they angry emails they so richly deserve. Speaking of angry emails, let’s see what the wingnuts are up to.
Ever since Rick Santorum dropped out of the Republican nominating process, Mitt Romney has turned his attention and rhetoric in the direction of the general election. With the Texas primary behind him, and the nomination firmly grasped in the white-gloved hands of his car butler, perhaps Romney can put some energy toward improving upon one of his greatest shortcomings: Answering press questions for which he should already have concise, canned answers.
However, because Romney was programmed by failed Windows Vista engineers, the next five months promise to sound a lot like some of the gems he’s tossed out in the past few days. Continue reading
America’s hottest lefty MILF, Youtube’s Drew Doege (someone Chloe Sevigny fans or haters would do well to learn about), Sarah Silverman Program alum Steve Agee, and others from Funny or Die show us the light and a way women can compromise with the Occupy Uterus movement. (Somewhat NSFW) Continue reading
I was mercilessly and relentlessly bullied from the day I moved to El Paso and started second grade until I began junior high school for every reason imaginable.
I was an easy fucking target. I was tall and skinny, with paper white skin, auburn hair and hazel eyes hidden behind enormous coke-bottle old-biddy glasses, a know-it-all attitude, a penchant for books that were way over my head, and a Central/East Texas accent that, thank Jesus, is no longer present. I wasn’t athletic (no, ballet didn’t count as a sport) and thanks to my huge-ass glasses (really, hipster girls, you had to bring that shit back didn’t you?) the only sport I was good at – basketball – came with a sense of inherent peril. As an only child, I had no idea how to negotiate playful banter. I took everything personally. And I fought back in possibly one of the least socially acceptable ways possible — by cursing my tormenters in Arabic and Armenian. Yeah. You can imagine how that went over. Continue reading
Wow! It has been a banner week in reprehensible behavior. A special hat tip goes out to America’s crazy homophobes and the voters of North Carolina who decided that they should make the hate part of their state constitution. People are neat. Continue reading