(Metal sculpture by Frank Plant)
NEW KID ON THE BLOG
Kat, a regular commenter and sometime poster here as well as at Maoist Orange Cake has plunged into running her own blog at BitchCraft. Focusing on feminism, music, and geekiness, Kat made her first venture as part of Blog for Choice, and a wonderful start it is. Give her some sugar, ya'll. And, to remind you, another Maoist Orange Caker and commenter here, Shadocat, has had her own blog for a while (despite being caught up in new grandmotherhood) at Ma Vie in KC. We blog, therefore we deserve Cake.
(F es por Fanny succionado hasta secarse por una sanguijuela)
I re-read Edward Goreyk's Gashlycrumb Tinies regularly, for the morbid thrill of it all. I've now discovered there's a version online (from Argentina) in Spanish. !Cubra los ojos de sus niños!
One of the blogs I check out and enjoy regularly, Homo Academicus, has written a biting commentary on the study in the January issue of Developmental Psychology, a journal of the American Psychological Association, which declares (as if it is breathtaking new information) "Bisexuality is a stable identity, not just a phase." Do tell.
Natasha's analysis is not to be missed. Go read it, but here's a sample:
"Bisexuality is maligned by both the gay and the straight camps. They are described as being fence-sitters, too scared to come right out and admit to being gay. Bisexual men especially are often suspected of being semi-closeted homos. ... Bisexuals who end up in long term relationships with someone of the other sex are often attacked by gay folks for their ability to enjoy heterosexual privilege, while being dismissed by straight folks as having gone through a bisexual phase and thankfully emerged 'normal.' Bisexuals are called greedy and sex-crazed, as if their love of sex is so great they just can’t help hopping into bed with whoever offers. They are suspected of being incapable of holding down long term relationships, accused of being unable to resist the draw of whichever genitalia their partner doesn’t have."
Right ON, sistah.
An article by Roni Caryn Rabin in the New York Times declares In the Fatosphere, Big Is In, or at Least Accepted. It begins:
"Blogs written by fat people — and it’s fine to use the word, they say — have multiplied in recent months, filling a virtual soapbox known as the fatosphere, where bloggers calling for fat acceptance challenge just about everything conventional medical wisdom has to say about obesity."
The excellent piece goes on to quote one of our heras, Kate Harding, founder of Shapely Prose (long linked in my sidebar), who says “One of the first obstacles to fat acceptance is breaking down the question of whether being fat is a choice. No fat acceptance advocate is saying you should sit around and wildly overeat. What we’re saying is that exercise and a balanced diet do not make everyone thin.”
In a recent post, I referred to the phenomenon known as "droplifting" or "shopdropping", where items for sale which have been altered for reasons of politics, promotion or art are placed back on store shelves to be discovered by random consumers. Weburbanist has a great recent examination of this activity. In addition to some wonderful images, they have two videos to enjoy, A Beginner's Guide to Shopdropping (which I think would be especially fun to watch with an adolescent), and Mixed Messages: A Shop Dropping Intervention.
And, for your pleasure, more ICanHazCheesburgr images from the singular mind of little gator, not LOLCats per se (LOLCritters?) but in that zany genre. Remove liquids from your mouth before viewing (after the fold).
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
BROAD CAST 23 JANUARY 2008: FUN WHILE IT FREEZES
Saturday, October 6, 2007
DIVERSIONS FROM OUR READERS
From The Gashlycrumb Tinies by Edward Gorey
I miss Cheers and Jeers something awful. Come back soon, Bill in Portland Maine!
Also, Bionic Woman sucks. But Pushing Daisies is extraordinary -- as good as Dead Like Me.
SCREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
By Fnordy as channeled by little gator
In Flanders Field the poppies grow,
But why they grow there I don't know.
I sprayed them all with Roundup so
I wouldn't have a field to mow.
My little horse must think I'm queer
When I attack him from the rear.
The horsie might be right, I fear,
But that's another verse. Oh deer!
I am mysterious and deep.
I'd like to go molest a sheep.
My thoughts are tangled in a heap,
But back to Flanders Field they leap.
And now I'm back where poppies bloom
In Flanders Field, that place of doom,
Where bursting shells went "boom, boom, BOOM!
This peom's finished, I presume.
with due credit and/or apologies to John MacRae, Robert Frost, Vachel Lindsay, and Henry Stanley
Kat got a chance this weekend to tour the new Industrial Light and Magic headquarters in San Francisco. She apparently had an interlude with R2D2. Here's hoping she doesn't give birth to an espresso machine in nine months.
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