Beautifully sparse and melancholic, Nebraska is one of my favorite Bruce Springsteen albums. Between my original collection and my inherited records, I’ve ended up with two copies, and part of my fondness for the man’s music likely has to do with growing up hearing it. It was the same for my husband.
This week y’all get a couple special sections, because dear lord was there a lot of religious (and atheist) misogyny this week, but to make up for it there’s also some vintage misandry and other cool books. Plus, the most delightful video about dick pics ever! Other than that, it’s business as usual, by which I mean the usual assortment of assholes and fuckery. (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny is in Love with Gamora
I’ve spent a childhood longing for snow and an adulthood running from it. Until I can move to Hawaii, snow, ice, slush, and cold will be a part of my life.
If you’re a furloughed government employee, have I got some good news for you at the end of this post! The rest of the news… not so good. (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny
You told me that there was no cure. That these people were dead, not sick. I chose not believe. But when Shane shot Lou in the chest and she just kept coming, that’s when I knew what an ass I’d been. That Annette had been dead long ago and I had been feeding her rotten corpse. That’s when I knew there was no hope. And when that little girl came out of the barn.. the look on your face? I knew you knew it too. Right? There is no hope and you know it now, like I do, don’t you? There is no hope for any of us. Read More Recap: The Walking Dead, Episode 2.08, “Nebraska”