We are in the middle of midterm election season and if you’re like me, you were sick of the political ads months ago. I was overseas during the last presidential election and was spared the inundation of ads for political candidates who have approved this message and are supported by super PACs with more money […]
New Yorkers, be sure to check out the recommended readings before hitting the voting booth in a couple weeks (you are voting in the primaries, right?) so you can be sure to vote for the feminist candidates, who aren’t necessarily the female candidates. We’ve also got updates on the misogyny of the Emmys, lots of terrible […]
Oh, Republicans. Y’all need to stop. So do a lot of other people. But we also get to find out why men shouldn’t wear suits (yes they should!), check out some misandristic accessories, and have a moon party! (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.)
It seems that nearly everyone has a different opinion about what is and is not funny. One common definition is, “Comedy equals tragedy plus time.” Another definition explains, “When I fall into a sewer, it’s bad, but when someone else falls in, it’s funny.” And you can find thousands of websites purporting to explain why […]
No, this isn’t dating advice. (Although if the title piqued your interest, at least maybe you’ll read the article; much along the same lines as my advice to a friend writing a dissertation she hoped she’d eventually publish as a book, to whom I suggested the title “Heroic Themes In 18th Century French Literature, or […]
Looks like Wisconsin, Virginia, Texas, and Louisiana are in a fight to see which one can be the shittiest this week. (No disrespect to the rational people of those states, only sympathy.) Sweden of all places might have them beat, though! Let’s get down to the nitty gritty, shall we? (As usual, trigger warnings for […]
There’s a wee bit of good news mixed with the bad this week, along with a couple of year-in-reviews of 2013’s top moments in feminism and misogyny. (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.)
It’s always astounding when two closely related things turn out to be complete opposites. Â Like siblings who have totally different body types, books with matching bindings but one is Jane Austen and the other is Judith Krantz, or the time my father took his first bite into an avocado slice, not knowing what it was […]
Even though it sounds melodramatic, I feel like sometimes we are living life under siege. This feeling is much stronger now that the House Republicans have shut down our country’s government because they are displeased with the Affordable Care Act, aka “Obamacare.”
All this week, I kept thinking each day was the day that was supposed to come after. So, yesterday, I thought it was Friday. The news didn’t make this feeling any better. But today, at least, is actually Friday.
Welcome back, you lovely peaches, you lovey dovies, you children with the faces I could just kiss and ravish. It’s all about the news, and well, the news can be what the Americans refer to as, oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
[TW for racism and hate speech.] I like to read the comments sections of conservative blogs to find out how people with very different viewpoints from my own are thinking and feeling. And after a day like last November 6, people are doing a lot of thinking and feeling.
On Rachel Maddow’s show the other night, she put up the statistic that more than 80% of Super PAC donations have come from 196 people. 196 people. Let that sink in for a minute.
This past Thursday, with the Supreme Court decision to uphold the Affordable Care Act, the effort to make sweeping reforms to health care came full circle. And interestingly enough, the whole idea began not with the Democrats, but with the Progressive Republicans of the early twentieth century.
Kittens, welcome the fee-fi-fo-fum back to another ravishingly good (or not-so-good) week of news round ups, where we cast the die and sow the reaper, or something like that. We take another dive into the ether of the current, the present, and the wish-it-weren’t-present.