Friday, May 29, 2009
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
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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.
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
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).
Sunday, May 10, 2009
(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.)