July 2011
47 posts
June 2011
128 posts
My refridgerator currently looks like this:
So I’m officially down to condiments.
Right now I’m eating peanut butter and Tajin Classico fruit seasoning (successively rather than concurrently, of course).
The seasoning hilariously says:
Fuck tha police, etc.
“Female toplessness is legal in a lot of places in the US (although not where I live), and I’d be meeting the letter of the law with a couple of Band-aids. But I have a gut feeling that if I go anywhere that there are people—and particularly anywhere there are children—nobody’s going to be too happy about my Band-aids. The enforcement is social; women just don’t go around topless in the US.
It bothers me because it’s unequal, but it also bothers me in its implications: that my body is inherently sexual, and a man’s body isn’t. It feels like men are being viewed through the first-person lens of “it’s nice to feel the sun on my skin, and I don’t mean anything by it” and women are being viewed through the distinctly third-person lens of “it’s inappropriate for me, a heterosexual man, to see her sexy parts.” It ignores the experiences of people who are turned on by male chests and somehow manage to contain themselves when they see one.” —The Pervocracy: My boobs want to be free. (via sexisnottheenemy)
It bothers me because it’s unequal, but it also bothers me in its implications: that my body is inherently sexual, and a man’s body isn’t. It feels like men are being viewed through the first-person lens of “it’s nice to feel the sun on my skin, and I don’t mean anything by it” and women are being viewed through the distinctly third-person lens of “it’s inappropriate for me, a heterosexual man, to see her sexy parts.” It ignores the experiences of people who are turned on by male chests and somehow manage to contain themselves when they see one.” —The Pervocracy: My boobs want to be free. (via sexisnottheenemy)
Donald Barthelme's Reading List
A reading list of 81 Books, chosen by the father of post-modern fiction
- Flann O’Brien, At Swim Two-Birds
- Flann O’Brien, The Third Policeman
- Isaac Babel, Collected Short Stories
- Borges, Labyrinths
- Borges, Other Inquisitions
- Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
- Thomas Bernhard, Correction
- Rudy Wurlitzer, Nog
- Isaac B Singer, Gimpel the Fool
- Bernard Malamud, The Assistant
- Bernard Malamud, The Magic Barrel
“Before World War I, girls rarely mentioned their bodies in terms of strategies for self-improvement or struggles for personal identity. Becoming a better person meant paying less attention to the self, giving more assistance to others, and putting more effort into instructive reading or lessons at school. When girls in the nineteenth century thought about ways to improve themselves, they almost always focused on their internal character and how it was reflected in outward behavior. In 1892, the personal agenda of an adolescent diarist read: “Resolved, not to talk about myself or feelings. To think before speaking. To work seriously. To be self restrained in conversation and actions. Not to let my thoughts wander. To be dignified. Interest myself more in others.” A century later, in the 1990s, American girls think very differently. In a New Year’s resolution written in 1982, a girl wrote: “I will try to make myself better in any way I possibly can with the help of my budget and baby-sitting money. I will lose weight, get new lenses, already got new haircut, good makeup, new clothes and accessories.” This concise declaration clearly captures how girls feel about themselves in the contemporary world. Like many adults in American society, girls today are concerned with the shape and appearance of their bodies as a primary expression of their individual identity.”
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The body project: an intimate history of American girls
Joan Jacobs Brumberg
“Mansplaining isn’t just the act of explaining while male, of course; many men manage to explain things every day without in the least insulting their listeners. Mansplaining is when a dude tells you, a woman, how to do something you already know how to do, or how you are wrong about something you are actually right about, or miscellaneous and inaccurate “facts” about something you know a hell of a lot more about than he does. Bonus points if he is explaining how you are wrong about something being sexist! Think about the men you know. Do any of them display that delightful mixture of privilege and ignorance that leads to condescending, inaccurate explanations, delivered with the rock-solid conviction of rightness and that slimy certainty that of course he is right, because he is the man in this conversation? That dude is a mansplainer.”
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Karen Healy http://karenhealey.livejournal.com/781085.html (via phospho)
gpo- my aunt’s husband. :| (via kittencoaster)
