Friday, May 29, 2009

Breakfast of champions

Am I breakin' up?

I am currently addicted to Rilo Kiley.

When I was little, I had an aversion to rain. When I got to college, I convinced myself that I hated the feeling of squinting when raindrops hit my eyebrows.

Once, in grad school, there was a Noah-ian storm, and finally I donned a swimsuit and headed out. I loved it. I love even more being clothed in a storm as an adult and feeling the rain pound my face and body in its randomness, curling my hair and soaking my clothes and deliberately connecting me to some reality I was drinking to forget.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I remain unable to resist songs featuring curse words

Especially when it's how I feel about Prop 8 supporters. (With thanks to Hugh Ryan)

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Whoops, I did it again

Video from today's appearance featuring a new jewel-toned shirt, a hint of cleavage, way better audio and a number of people wondering why the girlie blogger knows so damn much about the history of CAFE standards and the car/light truck differentiation.

How you know I've been on TV today

Lipstick mark on the coffee cup. You know I'm a slob because of the drip marks.

They're having me back

I'll be back on Live today but instead of talking beauty queens and political infidelity, I'll be talking about Obama's new CAFE standards and economics. Yeah, it's a weird life I lead. Video clip will be available here shortly thereafter.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Sunday, May 17, 2009

You know you dodged a bullet when

Someone you dated tweets this.

Especially when it's extreme flattery.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

What would I say

I guess I don't have any questions I would put to her. I never really ask "Why?" anyway.

I took a really interesting class once called Microsociology, which was the study of discrete human interactions -- completely mind-bending and fascinating. One of the things we were asked to think about the fundamental basis of being asked to give a reason. One is only asked to provide a reason for one's actions only when those actions differ from an established social norm (unless your reason for doing something in the first place is to differ from the established social norm). In effect, you are asked to justify behavior you, at the time, believed completely normative. You only, therefore, ever come up with a reason after the fact. To ask why she did it is just to ask her to put into words some post-action understanding that what she did differed from the social consensus -- i.e., to give an excuse. I don't need her excuse.

Notes from the battlefield

Dear Susannah Breslin,

You know, for a sex writer, you sure are keen to defend a slut-shamer just for the sake of caterwauling against a sex-positive women's site you have some sort of ideological problem with because we're also fans of political equality.


P.S. You really can stop sending us links every day to The Frisky's stuff. Honestly. I asked around. I was the only one who ever read them, and your friend Wendy cured me of that.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009 Live

Whoops, major misunderstanding! I was actually on Live, which is a streaming webcast? Anyway, here I am.


I don't shut the fuck up for anyone, Linda Hirshman.

Related: Neither do a lot of other people, like Spencer Ackerman (who is one of my closest and dearest friends, too), the inimitable Jason Linkins, the wonderful and talented Jill Filipovic, the beautifully-souled Hilzoy (reprinted here), feminist attack-magnet Jessica Valenti, the brilliant BitchPhD and my fellow colleague at Jezebel and, apparently, in slutty rape-baiting Tracie Egan.

Then there's also Pilgrim Soul, Meg, Rosa Sparks and Little Dragon.

(If you blog it, email me or put it in the comments and I'll add away).

Showering early today

If you've got a TV, tune it to CNN around noon, when I'll be on with a panel of other bloggers to discuss Elizabeth Edwards and John Edwards' skeezy affair. There will probably be embedded video at some point, too.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

The world doesn't revolve around your personal feelings

Life is cruel, brutal, ugly and, for too many people, really short. Most everyone reading this is lucky enough to spend theirs in a developed country with access to nearly everything that civilization, society, science, stable governments and money has to offer. Bearing witness to what happens to other people when they lack access to those things -- rather than looking at pictures on CuteOverload all day, say -- really is the least anyone can do.

(Also, for people that constantly say that I write about FGM, rape, women in developing countries, politics, abortion and the ugly things that go on in the world for the money, I don't know what fucking universe you live in, but I'd sure as hell like to go there because I write about vibrators, porn, dating and celebrities for the money, not serious things that no one wants to read about or bear witness to. And I'd be more than happy to never write about vibrators, porn, dating or celebrities again if I could write about important things and actually make any money.)

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

I'm not proud

But I only opened it because I was convinced it said "".