Frankly, I was also slightly skeeved by how much Morgan's
Kardashian macaron looked like a butt. Am I the only one on board
the Perv Train?
In a perfect world, a politician's sex life would have no bearing on his or her candidacy. We all know that in this climate and this very much imperfect world, that's not the case. Sex lives are on the table and often held up as evidence--and perhaps can even be valid evidence when a line can be drawn to hateful policy-making.
HOWEVER.
It seems to me that the manner in which this particular story was presented was different than the usual "here are the prurient facts, here is how it is contradictory to this politician's position." This was 1. anonymous, 2. misleading, 3. almost a non-story, given that she did not have sex with him by his own admission, 4. colored by childish misogyny and details unnecessary to the story. And that's where it becomes something apart from taking down a kooky Tea Partier.
HOWEVER.
It seems to me that the manner in which this particular story was presented was different than the usual "here are the prurient facts, here is how it is contradictory to this politician's position." This was 1. anonymous, 2. misleading, 3. almost a non-story, given that she did not have sex with him by his own admission, 4. colored by childish misogyny and details unnecessary to the story. And that's where it becomes something apart from taking down a kooky Tea Partier.
There are pull-quotes, so this MUST be news!
@MakeMeSmile: Exactly, that's what I meant! I usually carry a giant tote bag, which is why I don't even want a single bag...let alone a bunch for some kind of weird modesty quirk I don't share.
I have less of an issue with tampon packaging as I do the Duane Reade double-baggers. So many cashiers insist on putting any and all feminine hygeine products in two layers of plastic lest...anyone have proof that my body functions normally? I don't even want a SINGLE bag, let alone seven to shield my tampons from the prying eyes of no one giving a crap.
@sissylarue: The tampon applicators are festively colored as well, and seem better constructed than they used to be. I give them two ovaries up.
I love horror movies too (and I'm dating a weenie! Now THAT is true horror!) and I've always thought that in the fantastical good/bad, live/die, unfair cruelty of villains/rightful vengeance of heroes world of horror, taking advantage of existing damsel in distress cliches serves the purpose of making the audience hate the villain. BUT, you can do that in two ways, one which is better than the other: You can hate the villain because you want to protect the little lady (not ideal) or you can hate the villain because he's a misogynist on top of being a crazy murdering weirdo with a chainsaw. I trust myself and my little brothers (who AREN'T weenies!) to read it the second way.
Hot for summer 2011: ankle-length bathing costumes!
Aerosoles! Their styles have gotten much cuter than I remember them being when I was a kid.
I'd also like to nominate Francis Ford Coppola's CANNED CHAMPAGNE, because 1. what? 2. huh? and 3. it's REAL.
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@Krissyro: I met my boyfriend on OKCupid. The dates I went on before I met him ranged from brutal awkwardness to very promising, but, as Dan Savage so wisely advises, "every relationship fails until one doesn't."
I don't get the Taylor Momsen vitriol. She's 17. She's in a rock band. (And, for what it's worth, she's co-written the entire album to be released this summer, according to Wikipedia.) Yes, we know about it because she's also on a TV show and once she was a Who, which makes it different because when we were all 17 and pining to be in a band no one gave good goddamn. But I'd much rather a 17-year-old personality do this (my faith in rock and roll is basically bottomless and unwavering) than hang around in clubs and earn no more interest than whether or not there's powder on her nose.
I dunno, I just see something very real and charming about her commitment to her rocker self--she's always dressed like this when she's off set, and doesn't that strike a note with anyone else? As someone who hides a bunch of tattoos and under business clothes and has to take out a nosering for meetings, there's something so sincere about her going to work, being her Gossip Girl self, and then going home and being something she chooses. I know it's what I do every day, and I'm a decade older than she is.
I dunno, I just see something very real and charming about her commitment to her rocker self--she's always dressed like this when she's off set, and doesn't that strike a note with anyone else? As someone who hides a bunch of tattoos and under business clothes and has to take out a nosering for meetings, there's something so sincere about her going to work, being her Gossip Girl self, and then going home and being something she chooses. I know it's what I do every day, and I'm a decade older than she is.
@metermaid: @SingleLady: @awwhoneybear: @Uhuh.: @Liniang: @Ms.Frost: @LoveDoll aka The Firecrotch Bitch:
OY, you guys are why I love this site. I love that I can pose a question like that and get not one but a billion thoughtful responses. HIGH FIVES, GUYS.
OY, you guys are why I love this site. I love that I can pose a question like that and get not one but a billion thoughtful responses. HIGH FIVES, GUYS.
I wonder constantly how different one's reaction to fat in others is if that person has never been fat.
I feel like I've mentioned this before about a billion times, but I've lost a lot of weight. For most of my life I was obese and, now that I am right smack dab in the middle of what is a "normal" body weight and shape, I constantly feel the need to assert that I know how fat shaming feels because I've been on the receiving end.
But my point here is this: fat isn't something that disgusts me in others and--here's the part that I'm always wondering about--fat is not something that impedes my attraction to guys. But I am one of very few girls I know who does admit attraction to bigger dudes (not exclusively, but that's my point, I think), and I'm also one of few girls I know who was once fat herself. Are they related? I have no idea. Is it possible to have thin people who have not had to constantly fight off those feelings of disgust with regard to their own body extend that kind of acceptance to others? I hope so, and I also believe in my gut that it is. How is the question.
I feel like I've mentioned this before about a billion times, but I've lost a lot of weight. For most of my life I was obese and, now that I am right smack dab in the middle of what is a "normal" body weight and shape, I constantly feel the need to assert that I know how fat shaming feels because I've been on the receiving end.
But my point here is this: fat isn't something that disgusts me in others and--here's the part that I'm always wondering about--fat is not something that impedes my attraction to guys. But I am one of very few girls I know who does admit attraction to bigger dudes (not exclusively, but that's my point, I think), and I'm also one of few girls I know who was once fat herself. Are they related? I have no idea. Is it possible to have thin people who have not had to constantly fight off those feelings of disgust with regard to their own body extend that kind of acceptance to others? I hope so, and I also believe in my gut that it is. How is the question.
I know a great way to lose twelve pounds in three MINUTES: Just chop my arm off!
As someone who has lost a third-grader's worth of weight, I can personally vouch: cannoli taste WAY BETTER than skinny feels.
I always liked the idea of my mother AND my father walking me in. Theirs is the kind of marriage I hope to have one day. If both walked me in, it would be more introducing me into the world of rad relationships and less "Hey, fella, take this baby-making lump of ovaries and expense off my paternal hands."
@donopolis: Oh MAN is that the kind of mom I want to be.
@annexw: Ah, memories (dot angelfire dot com)....
Fact: I was once next to Ryan Gosling at a party and I tried to order my drink and it came out at least an octave and a half higher than I have ever spoken, ever, and when he looked over in some quasi-approving-of-ordering-a-double-Jameson-neat-kind-of-way I ran away. Like, ran. Like, fleeing a burning vehicle. Like, handsomeness-induced terror.
