Jesus H. Christ, Warning: Strident Feminism Ahead

In the absence of true consciousness-raising, I’ll settle for half an ounce of critical thinking skills.

There is an article in the Washington Post, published a few days ago, with the headline:

Women’s greatest threat isn’t misogyny, it’s counting calories. The modern feminist movement is losing because of our obsession with weight.

I have a qualm.

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To Hell In a Handbasket, You've Built a Crawl Space Under Your All-Time Low

I refer you to Fig. 1 in the appendix.

You know how some guy famous for being on a reality television because his family got rich off of duck callers made shitty comments about gay people, received some blowback for it from the network that airs the show, and then everyone got their Freedom Panties in a bunch because OMG FIRST AMENDMENT?! And how that doesn’t have half a good goddamn to do with the First Amendment?

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Building teh Interwebz, Eats, I Am a Fucking Genius

Once upon a time, I had another blog that was sort-of-but-not-entirely about food. I was looking for one of my recipes this morning, ended up re-reading several of my old posts, and was delighted to discover that I’m still proud of them. More importantly, having this record of what I was experiencing, thinking, and feeling throughout some pretty tumultuous years is a gift that keeps on giving — a reminder that I can power through hard times, have had more good times than I sometimes remember, and have always had a powerful voice, no matter what.

Huzzah for blogging, and happy Sunday to me.

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Preach it., teh interwebz

I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and goddammit, I can write.

I recently had a conversation with someone who, after learning that I work with WordPress, wanted to pepper me with questions about his blog’s plugins. I told him I’d be happy to chat blogging, but that I didn’t know how helpful I’d be — I’m not a developer, I explained, only a writer. I spend a lot of time moving about in a technological world that is not my home planet, where I’m still a second-language learner, and find myself frequently describing my role that way:

Only a writer.

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Goings-On

Physical therapy: a place where you go and pay people money to force you to move about in ways designed to cause pain to your injured joint, so you can return home and resume sitting still so as not to cause pain to your injured joint. Makes sense.

There are electrodes and gels and many unidentifiable apparati. I think the physical therapists might be evil wizards, though it will take six more weeks of twice-weekly visits to be sure.

TIL

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My Life Is So HAAARD

Quick Tip: Always Travel with the Sultan

I recently spent several days getting extremely lost and eating many kebabs in Istanbul.

Istanbul can be an overwhelming city, so I thought I’d share a key travel tip for those of you planning a visit: be sure to choose a travel partner who looks like a famous actor who currently plays Süleyman the Magnificent on a popular Turkish soap opera.

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