Nora Ephron, on Deep ThroatEditor's Note: If you're one of the three people who haven't seen this entire blogwar unfold—lucky you! Just know that Rusty's site contained a comparison by Jawa Report co-blogger Ragnar between Madonna and Gollum from Lord of the Rings. I, who usually don't offend easily, flipped the fuck out. There is a handy-guide to this year's gender wars at the end of the post; proceed at your own risk.
"[I feel like I'm] Just a feminist who lost her sense of humor at a skin flick."*
What is it with some male bloggers?—"Too fat, too thin. Too out-of-shape. Too fat. Too buff. Too old. Too young." (Oops! That last one never happens. Just trying to see if you're paying attention.)
I mean, I like Ace and his crew. I even like Rusty and (most of) his crew (at least, when they aren't waxing anti-gay). But, WTF? Maybe their fans should be required to post pictures next to their comments—these fine gourmands of female flesh. I'm sure they are all prime beef. Uh-huh.
Bonus question: Which set of commenters is more hostile to women?—Rusty's, or Ace's? I'll go with Rusty's. Your mileage may vary.
I mean, I know everyone's going to get mad at me for this post—and I'm sure that some of my reaction is due to my disconnect from the ruthless, brutal culture of celebrity—but why is it necessary to slam women who are making the best of this whole getting-older thing?
Look, look. I'm sorry. I see that if we can't treat females as if they were sides of beef, the terrorists will have won!
Agent Bedhead, I trust you to adjudicate this matter. (If the ruling goes against me, I plead menopause, and low blood sugar due to overtraining, particularly in the weight room.)
* From memory. Will someone fact-check my well-preserved hyper-sensitive retro-feminist puritanical ass, here?
** UPDATE: No, guys; I wasn't PMSing when I wrote this. I checked the calendar before I hit "publish." In truth, if I hadn't seen two such similar posts in one night I mightn't have lost my temper. And to be fair, one must keep in mind that I'm every bit as crude as the guys are, in my own way. Probably more so.
But my reactions were what they were, and though I'm sorry on a couple of levels for having written it, I'm going to let it stand for the sake of discussion.
UPDATE 2:
Gender-War Chronicles, Early 2008
• John Hawkins runs a Perfectly nice interview with some of the leading ladies of the blogosphere, including Rachel Lucas. This has nothing to do, as far as I know, with whatever followed, but I'm linking it because the article seemed to cast a shadow over subsequent discussions: For one thing, Ace of Spades seemed perfectly convinced that either I, and/or my Cotillion sisters, were somehow disturbed by Hawkins' complimenting other female bloggers, or singling them out for attention. This theme kept coming up, when the "we can't even say nice things about women" meme asserted itself, and some of us kept asking, "um, why? Why do you think you can't say nice things?"
For the record, I—Joy McCann—see no connection whatsoever between that series of profiles on Right Wing News (which I liked, and linked), and the subsequent discussion. Likewise, the feedback I'm getting from other center-right female bloggers suggests that they were not reacting to the Hawkins post, at all, but to negative, offensive, and crude remarks about women at Ace of Spades and The Jawa Report. But since the subject of these profiles kept coming up, it's on this list.
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• Ragnar at The Jawa Report waxes snarky about Madonna;
• Ace at Ace of Spades HQ displays a bad picture of Sarah Jessica Parker, taken from an awkward angle, and makes nasty remarks;
Then came my post above, in which the phrase "childish, hormone-driven pricks" does not appear, contra Jawa's Ragnar;
• Ragnar turns his sights on me in the "Leave Madonna Alone!" post; in the comments section therein, Ace of Spades attempts to engage in a dialogue with some of the eminent women of the rightosphere;
• Joy responds to Ragnar's "Leave Madonna Alone" post—sort of;
• Ace opens a thread for discussion at his site, cautioning his readers to keep their cool; as he predicts, he gets over 500 hits; it is pointed out that a lot of Ace's female readers are bisexual, Catholic, or both; Joy gets edgy with the Uncle Thomasina of the rightosphere;
• Cassandra posits the idea that the Internet is a more "public" place than many men realize;
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Frankly, I wouldn't arm wrestle Sarah Jessica Parker. I'm afraid she'd kick my ass. I'd have to resort to other methods to win.
Now, the divine Ms. Renee Z looks pretty good. There's a difference between being fit and being fit to join the UCF cage matches.
Posted by: I R A Darth Aggie at March 06, 2008 06:43 AM (1hM1d)
2Which set of commenters is more hostile to women?—Rusty's, or Ace's?
I don't know that it's a question of hostility, Attila, though there have been times I've seen open hostility to women at Ace's. I don't hang around Rusty's so I can't comment.
I think it's more a question of not thinking/being wrapped up in themselves. Lots of people are like that - not just men. They only see things from their own point of view.
There's no particular reason for them to change, either. There's really no penalty for being that way, except the obvious problem of thinking all women are shallow and vain b/c no intelligent women will have anything to do with a man who talks and acts that way. It's a self-reinforcing philosophy, with the bitter satisfaction that you can tell yourself, "See? I was right all along".
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I think it's a tossup between the two, IMHO. The "bangable" stuff just gets tiring...it's like listening to a bunch of pimply 14 year old boys who's closest brush with female breasts is seeing their mom's bra in the dryer holding forth as sage judges of who should be the next Victoria's Secret top model.
Posted by: Darleen at March 06, 2008 06:55 AM (Hto/+)
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This coming from someone who has a cartoonish picture to represent themselves?
To quote GOB Bluth: COME ON!
Posted by: gabriel at March 06, 2008 07:24 AM (NTVio)
5Too fat, too thin. Too out-of-shape. Too fat. Too buff... You're hearing from different men with different likes and dislikes--there's no contradiction here. Whatever your condition there's probably someone who is going to find you hawt.
I prefer a bit of cush (as my dearly beloved happens to have) and never did care for the bone-thin look. The thing is, these in question are not making the best of it. SJP is scary, and Madonna twice so. You want someone aging gracefully? I give you Sharon Stone. *There* is a woman who is making the best of getting older.
And yes, at 44 I have a belly that has not quite (yet) overshadowed my shoulders, and my 'member' doesn't always cooperate. Such is life. If I wanted to be more attractive, I know what I'd need to do. As it happens, there's only one person who needs to find me attractive, and she has no complaints.
You're not going to change men, especially not this way.
We're just supposed to **shut up** and not discuss likes and dislikes, preferences and turn-offs because it makes some of you ladies feel insecure?
Sure.
Posted by: Desert Cat at March 06, 2008 09:24 AM (B2X7i)
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DC
I don't feel insecure, just annoyed. And it hasn't anything to do with discussion, but everything to do with judging a woman's worth on whether or not a man would "do her".
I'm as apt as anyone else to look at extremes and make a call that maybe the person has issues ... but I don't judge their basic human worth based on looks.
Posted by: Darleen at March 06, 2008 11:13 AM (Hto/+)
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DC, I usually have a really high tolerance for that sort of thing. And I really get the "men like different things" issue. But the posts were just mean, and the comments were even meaner.
Don't get me wrong: I'm perfectly happy with the way I'm aging. But aging is inevitable, and I can definitely see getting into weight-bearing exercise as a hedge against bone loss/osteoporosis.
Posted by: Attila Girl at March 06, 2008 11:21 AM (ROU8v)
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uh oh... AG, I may have posted twice...and they've both disappeared.
If they both reappear, please edit as needed.
:-)
Posted by: Darleen at March 06, 2008 11:22 AM (Hto/+)
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It's all just an excuse to post pictures. Men like pictures. Pictures get blog hits. And human tendencies to critique everything. especially those we will never have. It makes it about us after all. Post a pic of a Bugatti Veyron, a car that sells for $1,700,000, and you'll get a bunch of comments from men picking apart the grille, engine, and everything including the knob on the shifter. But I never suspect that any one of the critics wouldn't be happy to see one in their driveway. I know I just committed a mortal sin with the women and cars analogy: I am so so sorry.
And women don't do this? I missed that, too. And I am as equally sorry for that as well.
It's the Pilates, btw. Resistance training with high repetitions, focused in key areas. Despite what experts say, you can spot reduce fat in key areas, like around muscles. And from personal experience, it all goes away if you don't keep it up-no double entendre present or implied.
And yes, I would like everyone of them in my driveway. Even if I have to pave the whole damned block.
Posted by: Darrell at March 06, 2008 11:25 AM (aYj0z)
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Well, just to prove to you that we men can take it as well as dish it out, I present to you, from The Jawa Report:
YUMMY!
(At least, some of the female readers think so.)
I am impressed by his definition myself, even if the yummy moniker doesn't really work for me.
Posted by: wearyman at March 06, 2008 11:40 AM (UTBPu)
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I'm not sure that weight-bearing exercise as a hedge against bone loss/osteoporosis is what we're seeing there. That look takes a whole lot more effort than would be justified on those grounds alone.
Let's not forget that these two are members of the celebrity class, the Beautiful People, the Role Models For Us All. And as such, they are quite truly Fair Game For Critique. Thus I think the call for Rusty and Ace and their co-bloggers and commenters to post their own pics prior to commenting is rather moot.
Men and women both look to celebrities to choose their own style and appearance. What I am hearing is people with a strong opinion standing up and saying, "ladies, don't DO this to yourselves!!!11elevensies!11!!"
And re human worth, again these are celebrities under discussion. Celebrities may be human beings behind their persona, but that persona is by nature two-dimensional. If someone in your personal life is objectfying you solely on looks, well you may have a case to take against them.
...
ok, third try. Someone needs to inform Fluffy that I've got a mag of 7.62x39 with his name on it and a gaggle of cats who are eager for some freshly ground Spamhound.
Posted by: Desert Cat at March 06, 2008 01:06 PM (B2X7i)
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"pimply 14 year old boys who's closest brush with female breasts is seeing their mom's bra in the dryer holding forth as sage judges of who should be the next Victoria's Secret top model."
That would be me! Have you been talking to my wife?
Posted by: Vinnie at March 06, 2008 03:03 PM (dWrPG)
Posted by: Vinnie at March 06, 2008 03:29 PM (dWrPG)
14Well, I am prime beef.
Sooooooo.... Vinnie. Would this mean you are volunteering to be next week's Grrrl Pin-up?
/running away before Merri can kill me
And yes, that was just a joke :p
Posted by: Cassandra at March 06, 2008 03:41 PM (YDshD)
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I would be honored to be next week's Grrrl Pin-up.
I need to get my ass bleached first.
Posted by: Vinnie at March 06, 2008 04:43 PM (dWrPG)
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We all are books being judged by our covers every day. Though some of us are left on the shelf.
Where we pick up the fine scent of vanilla pipe tobacco. Or Latakia, Macedonia bright and brown cavendish on top of Virginia leaf.
Posted by: Darrell at March 06, 2008 08:49 PM (VuyRw)
Posted by: agent bedhead at March 07, 2008 05:45 AM (YwUEf)
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Aw, shit. I knew this was gonna happen: now I'm the goddamned poster child for bitter, repressed women. A culture wariorette--but on the opposite side from where I belong.
Ah, well. Happy to be a straw girl, for those who need it.
Posted by: Attila Girl at March 07, 2008 10:04 AM (ROU8v)
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Hey! You actually do have pix of some of us. Which you never sent copies of... Grumble grumble.
Posted by: someone at March 07, 2008 12:02 PM (2z2WN)
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Okey-doke, S. Consider my ass kicked on that one. I'll send 'em along as soon as I recover the contents of my hard drive on the old machine. So give me another few days, if they can't copy it over today.
Posted by: Attila Girl at March 07, 2008 12:10 PM (ROU8v)
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Not as far as I'm concerned, LMA. I am trying to sort out my thoughts on this and will be linking to your post.
Posted by: Cass at March 07, 2008 03:10 PM (YDshD)
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Okay. The follow-up is here, of course, and props go out to Ace for attempting to engage in some rational exchange of ideas on the subject—and for doing so on Rusty's site, which kept the entire feud from turning into any more of a carnival than it already was.
I do think that beyond the fact that men and women sometimes see these things differently, there's the issue of whether one sees actors and actresses as people. And I'm not talking about Britney Spears, who is "famous for being famous." I mean people who have actually acted, written songs, produced records—or done something, even if it's geared toward "popular taste." (BTW, shouldn't conservatives at least pretend to support some democracy in art, and at least give pop culture some grudging respect? Just a thought.)
Posted by: Attila Girl at March 07, 2008 05:21 PM (ROU8v)
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It's red, but it's not a link. Nice to know you still care with everything going on and all.
Posted by: Darrell at March 07, 2008 08:01 PM (o/tvZ)
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Hm. I've fixed it, and rebuilt the site twice, but the fix won't "take." (At least rebuilding the site from my husband's machine doesn't crash the computer, like it did with my old laptop.)
The first link is to the take-off on me over at Rusty's place--and I think that one works. That contains the thread that Ace participated in.
The second one was just a courtesy link to Ace's site on general principle.
The pink type is not a link--it's just a bug
Posted by: Attila Girl at March 07, 2008 09:39 PM (ROU8v)
28I'm the goddamned poster child for bitter, repressed women.
Nah, can't be true. You're not related to St. Amanda, are you? I thought she was said poster child?
Posted by: I R A Darth Aggie at March 08, 2008 04:15 PM (1hM1d)
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"Celebrities may be human beings behind their persona, but that persona is by nature two-dimensional. "
Especially when some celerbrities go to great lenghts to sell themselves on the basis of their sex appeal. Why else pose semi-nude for the world? Aren't they inviting evaluations?
If you don't want to be viewed as boobs walking on legs, then why publish detailed photos of them?
That being said--
We aren't going to change male biology, but your point about rational behavior in public is true. We expect them to conduct their locker room discussions in private locations, not in the middle of a restaurant. The fact that they don't do so is evidence that they recognize none of us would date them afterwards.
Ignoring that rule online is based on their recognition that none of the women they might wish to attract know their identity. So- no negative fallout from saying what is on their minds. .
Posted by: Ragnell at March 08, 2008 06:04 PM (xQaCP)
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It also depends upon the forum in question. Both Ace and Rusty run sites that tend in the direction of the bawdy from time to time anyway. They are more bar-like than restaurantish. No one should be too shocked to hear a group of men discussing the physical attributes of celebrities or the latest political news over a pitcher of Coors in their favorite local pub.
As for their datability, I get the impression many of them take pride in their complete geekitude.
Nothing wrong with that, mind you. I'm fairly nerdy myself.
Posted by: Desert Cat at March 08, 2008 07:23 PM (DIr0W)
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Yes, a bar hangout is a very good comparison. Just guys hanging out with their buddies. [but I'm not following the reference to being nerdy?]
My point is that the motivation to make a good impression on females doesn't exist in many blog comment sections. I'm speculating that some men don't care because they aren't factoring in any possiblity they might wish to date the women that read their comments. My question is do these individuals need that sort of motivation to restrain themselves?
From the womens' point of view, part of the conflict appears to result from women confusing male reactions offline with online behavior.
Women need to remember how men interpret their reactions offline. For instance, how we act offline if someone offends us?
We avoid the guy like the plague. Particulary if his attentions are unwanted.
In the non-online world, would we follow an offensive creep around, in order to lecture them to change their behavior? He would interpret our behavior to mean we wanted his attention.
Part of female frustration is that we want to be part of the interesting online discussions and accepted as "part of the gang". Yet, to guys, "being part of the gang" means allowing them to let loose their social restraints.
But to many females, the locker room talk is interpreted as "we don't want you here". That may be true. So are we going to nag them into accepting us?
Posted by: Ragnell at March 08, 2008 09:59 PM (xQaCP)
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No. I'm not going to nag anyone into doing anything. The irony here is that I blew my stack over something that I found offensive, but that few other women do.
And if Ragnar and Ace hadn't both produced smarmy posts about women being "too fit" (or, as they would likely have it, distorting the female form) on the same day, I wouldn't have lost my temper.
But they did, and I did.
In retrospect, I wish I hadn't. But I did.
Posted by: Attila Girl at March 09, 2008 06:45 PM (Vr1mu)
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Nice summary, Joy.
I am kind of a submissive female, trying to understand men and their ogre-like behavior, but understanding it and expecting better are two different things. I expect much better of men. And women who continue to tolerate this kind of demeaning behavior do a huge disservice to sophisticated and intelligent ladies everywhere.
Oh and I failed to learn somewhere along the way that "trashy" = "demure." I must have mistakenly thought it meant modest and playful. /snark
Sterne is a sentimentalist, Virginia Woolf . . . is extremely aloof. Nor are their achievements on the same scale. But their medium is similar, and the same odd effects are obtained by it, the parlour door is never mended, the mark on the wall turns out to be a snail, life is such a muddle, oh, dear, the will is so weak, the sensations fidgety—philosophy—God—oh, dear, look at the mark—listen to the door—existence is really too . . . what were we saying?
I came across the book over the weekend, as I was clearing out my study. I hadn't read it in a while, so I rescued it for my nightstand. I was looking for that amazing passage, and wondering if I'd ever find it, until I remembered the bookmark trick: when I was in my 20s I used to make a notation of the page numbers that contained particularly good insights, or bitchin' turns of phrase, right on the bookmark—always a 3 x 5 index card.
Aspects of the Novel only had two such notations, for pages 10 and 20. Page 20 is that delicious parody of Woolf, and page 10 is Forster's comparison of scholars with "psuedo-scholars," in which he places himself firmly in the latter camp, and remarks that "we are a welcome asset at dinner-parties."
Yes. They are. And so are psuedo-psuedo-scholars. And we also make terrific bloggers, though there weren't many of those in the early 20th Century.
The house is such a mess, oh dear, the will is amazingly weak, one hasn't any attention span at all—the painters—my books—the big client—the elections—guns . . . what were we saying?
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How many copy editor jokes can you find in this blog entry?
Posted by: yazoota at March 05, 2008 07:46 AM (ZET1q)
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By that do you mean "mistakes," or do you mean "holy crap; what a typical thing for a fussy little woman like Joy to write"?
I did fix the most obvious mistake—the missing quotation mark—and, for the record, it did cause me deep physical pain to use the British spelling for "parlour," and to add that hyphen in "dinner-parties" [shudder].
Of course, there was the editorly use of "compare with," vs. "compare to." I'm always torn in that instance between the traditional and the colloquial . . .
Posted by: Attila Girl at March 05, 2008 08:18 AM (ROU8v)
I'm Alive.
But just barely; I'm drowning in paint chips, dust, boxes, and bits of free-floating clutter. I'm moving my laptop, Rolodex, Kleenex and water bottle periodically to keep ahead of the painters.
If you don't hear from me by this time tomorrow, please send sane people without paintbrushes into the rubble of my house.
Have 'em bring antihistamines . . . and pizza.
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Or: "The pain then is part of the happiness now. That's the deal." (Joy in Shadowlands.)
There is no real way out, except in isolation—and that's even more heartbreaking. The Anchoress is right: in the pain of loving, we become fully alive.
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I must have had a psychic connection with her: http://womanofabomination.blogspot.com/2008/02/of-what-am-i-constructed-particles-born.html
Hers is the sad tale of uneven love.
I don't know how much longer my grandmother will be imprisoned within the world of her deafness.
I don't know whether my uncle truly hopes, in his heart of hearts, that she'll hang on as long as possible. I don't know whether my father truly hopes, in his heart of hearts, that she will die soon. Or whether the motives are selfish or selfless in either case.
I do know that I'm caught in multiple paradoxes when I come up here: gratitude for the amazing care my grandmother receives in her last years, and that it is delivered by her son and daughter-in-law, rather than "staffers" at a "home." Gratitude that her own longevity may suggest I'll be around—with a sharp mind—for a long time to come. Gratitude for any pleasure she gets these days, and a hope that it's worth it, despite the isolation her deafness causes. Smug satisfaction that as an internet junkie I'll be able to communicate with others just fine view text messaging, email and the like--even if I can no longer hear.
A feeling that I will end up owing my uncle and aunt some sort of debt that I shall never be able to repay.
I would like to get up to the Pismo Beach Area once a month, but lately it's been more like every three months. I shall just have to do my best.
The bitchin' things:
1) getting to know my uncle much better than I ever did when I was a kid, and connecting on some level with his loyal and courageous bride;
2) the pretty drive up the coast;
3) Having my grandmother tell me things that she never told me when I was young. She is being very honest, lately—very real. At least, she was when we could communicate in two directions.
4) The enforced isolation at night here at the Oxford Inn and Suites (less so when there are other family members lurking in the same complex).
"Take the sweet with the sour, if you take me."
—W. B. Yeats
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"Your Poor Grandma . . .
she can read for five hours at a stretch. I just couldn't handle that."
I open my mouth. I close it. If one had all the leisure in the world, why would one stop at five hours?
When I'm old and deaf it'll be nonstop murder mysteries, or something equally intriguing, yet salacious. Material that's intensely violent, sexual, and lyrical at the same time. Like good poetry, or my sweet menopausal dreams.
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Oh, yah? How about when the eyesight starts to go?
Posted by: Sissy Willis at February 25, 2008 04:19 AM (k6wDZ)
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Oh, sweet time for page turning!!! I can lose a whole day to reading (I have a hard time putting a good book down, I want to read it all in one sitting)
Sissy... books on tape!
Posted by: Darleen at February 25, 2008 06:36 AM (Hto/+)
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Well, we do seem to have agreed upon that.
I like to think of glass #1 as "dinner," and glass #2 as a "side dish." That way glass #3 can be "dessert," and I know I'm eating a well-balanced diet.
Posted by: Attila Girl at February 22, 2008 12:42 AM (vuv+H)
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Can't you use the wine instead of milk? That way you are killing 2 birds with one bottle.
Posted by: William Teach at February 22, 2008 07:43 AM (NaHh8)
The Lunar Eclipse Was Nice.
My boss called me when it started, and told me it was visible from the parking lot at work. I went on down, but couldn't spot it; he might not have been taking the ambient light in that neighborhood into account, or maybe it was blocked by a building.
But it was waning (is that the word?) as I drove home. I kept looking at it, and finally pulled over to try to get a shot with my tiny camera and rather sad command of "digital photography" (and what a funny term that is, now that I think of it—as if we took pictures with our fingers).
No dice, of course. But I'm sure someone's getting a good picture of it, somewhere. There arepeople out there with good equipment, who know what they're doing.
So I just came home, fired up the laptop, and walked outside to admire the moon every now and then from my driveway.
That's the reason I bought this house, you know: the view of the moon from this street.
I hope I can still find a way to look at it after I've left. Do they have the moon at night in other cities? Can one see it from a condominium? I just want to be prepared, you know.
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I am a moron but share your views on digital photography. Photography used to be more hands on and therefore involved the use of more digits. Besides computer imagery is based on binary code so how is it in anyway digital?
I enjoy lunar eclipses because the moon must be at its zenith before its diminishing can occur.
Posted by: Sejanus at February 21, 2008 01:11 PM (cmZjd)
"I Shouldn't Be Drinking Coffee This Late in the Afternoon," I Tell My Boss.
"That's okay," he responds. "When you get home, you can switch to Scotch."
"Oh, right. Fair enough," I reply.
At first I think he's joking, though he doesn't drink. Later, I realize he is not. Not joking at all.
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Fake Dixie always enchants me after midnight. I prayed God to keep my hand off her knee.
—"Midnight at Tim's Place"
(From memory; someone can fact-check me on the quote, but I'm pretty sure I'm spot-on.)
In the same vein I intend someday to party with The Blogger Formerly Known As Feisty Republican Whore. If RightGirl were to join us, however, I fear Western Civilization might end—and rather abruptly, at that.
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"At Least the Moon at the Window . . ."
Joni Mitchell is so underrated as a poet.
"It takes cheerful resignation,
Heart and humility;
That's all it takes,"
A cheerful person told me.
Nobody's harder on me than me—
How could they be?
And, nobody's harder on you than you.
Betsy's blue;
She says-"Tell me something good!"
You know I'd help her out if I only could.
Oh, but sometimes the light
Can be so hard to find;
At least the moon at the window—
The thieves left that behind.
People don't know how to love;
They taste it and toss it,
Turn it off and on
Like a bathtub faucet.
Oh sometimes the light
Can be so hard to find—
At least the moon at the window—
The thieves left that behind.
I wish her heart;
I know these battles.
Deep in the dark,
When the spooks of memories rattle.
Ghosts of the future,
Phantoms of the past,
Rattle, rattle, rattle
In the spoon and the glass.
Is it possible to learn
How to care and yet not care—
Since love has two faces:
Hope and despair.
And pleasure always turns to fear, I find.
At least the moon at the window—
The thieves left that behind .
At least they left the moon
Behind the blind
Moon at the window.
I just took an extra Ritalin; it seemed like the thing to do. Ex-fucking-celsior!
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Men don't pay for sex. We pay so y'all will leave afterward.
—IRA Darth Aggie
It just sounds so logical and reasonable when you explain it like that . . .
Full disclosure: I changed "afterwards" to "afterward." I feel that this is within my purview—not because I have to actually style quotes in this space, but because the "afterwards" really, really bugged me.
1It just sounds so logical and reasonable when you explain it like that . . .
Of course. If y'all stayed afterwards, then you'd be called girlfriend, wife, or my favorite friends with benefits, and not, ummm, prostitute.
I'll allow that booty calls tend to blur that distinction, as a booty call is all about the...coming and going. As it where.
Posted by: I R A Darth Aggie at February 05, 2008 06:36 AM (1hM1d)
I've Been Asked . . .
for more posts about kinky sex, more hot cars, and more hot women.
I shall try. Here's a hot girl, who probably ranks as the second most important woman in my life (well, third—I'm pretty self-centered):
And here's a picture from Siggraph this past summer, which led me to believe I shouldn't drink too much at those conventions if I want to find my car at night:
Posted by: Hog Beatty at January 18, 2008 06:57 PM (wksJa)
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The Cruiser needs to be turned into a monster truck.
It would make SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY! that much more entertaining.
And would probably attract more hot chicks.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at January 18, 2008 07:24 PM (J7srS)
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Sean: No, no--for that, I'm planning on tricking out a Ford F-150. With flame detailing, of course.
Hog: Absolutely not. The niece is a brunette. However, if you have dirty thoughts about either one of them, you'd best keep 'em to yourself. I'm sure I needn't remind you how well-armed I am.
Posted by: Attila Girl at January 18, 2008 09:45 PM (vuv+H)
This Might Just Be . . .
my favorite Grateful Dead song:
My time coming, any day,
Don't worry about me, no
Been so long I felt this way,
I'm in no hurry, no
Rainbows and down that highway
Where ocean breezes blow
My time coming, voices saying,
They tell me where to go.
Don't worry about me, nah nah nah, don't worry about me, no
And I'm in no hurry, nah nah nah, I know where to go.
California, preaching on the burning shore
California, I'll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine.
My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no
It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin' slow
Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go.
Don't worry about me, no no no, don't worry about me, no
And I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go.
California, a prophet on the burning shore
California, I'll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine.
You've all been asleep, you would not believe me
Them voices tellin' me, you will soon receive me
Standin' on the beach, the sea will part before me
Fire wheel burning in the air!
You will follow me and we will ride to glory—
Way up, the middle of the air!
And I'll call down thunder and speak the same
And my work fills the
Sky with flame
And might and glory gonna be my name
And men gonna light my way.
My time coming, any day,
Don't worry about me, no
It's gonna be just like they say,
Them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way
And time sure passin' slow
My time coming, any day,
Don't worry about me, no.
Don't worry about me, no no no, don't worry about me, no
And I'm in no hurry, no no no, don't worry about me, no.
And, no—YouTube still crashes Safari on this machine, so I can't post the video. Someone else can link it in the comments, if they like.
UPDATE: I've heard the original of this referred to as "reggae," but I'm not sure that's how I see it. Nor did it sound that way to me when I've heard it performed live. But most of the remakes have been in that genre. The one by Burning Spear certainly was.
Okay. It's Been 2008 for Half an Hour So Far.
And it's nothing like what they promised me. For instance, my house is still a mess.
These things don't ever quite live up to the advertising, do they?
Happy new year, everyone.
Note: Due to another spam attack, I'm closing comments down on this post. It's probably safer to respond on another thread—though if you want to comment on this one, just email me what you have to say, and I'll see what I can do.
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Once Again, With the Big Issues . . .
It rather defeats the purpose of placing one's clock radio across the room—so as to actually, you know, force one to wake up in the morning—when that same clock radio comes with a remote, and can be turned off from bed.
The Dad: "It's not respectable any more to be a sexist, or a racist, or a homophobe, in the working world. But did you know that a lot of people out there are circadists?"
The Joy: "Oh, believe me—I've noticed. And that is why you and I are both better off owning our own businesses. That and being profoundly weird, of course."
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