that darn kat
“You’re the first person I’ve seen pull off glasses like that. You must have a ton of confidence.”
—Well, guys, I’ve managed to impress the class player/Dylan McKay stand-in. I think my work here is done.
August 2010
Caught in a bad romance.
Overheard at my bus stop.
Her: Why? Why did you do that? I don’t know why would do this to me?
Him: What? What? It’s not that big a deal! Gurl, you gotta chill.
Her: Don’t tell me what to do! That was my last can of Pringles! You fuck, what am I gonna do now?
Him: Buy another?
Her: That is not the point. I hate you. You do this all the motherfucking time. I’m done with you.
Him: Why you gotta say that? That ain’t right. Baby, I’ll get you some more.
Her: Damn straight. I need a cigarette.I need a cigarette, too.
I love my new computer.
It is so fast. Also Windows 7 is the jam. The commercials make sense now.
Just realized the teddy bear I have had since BIRTH is missing.
There is no logical place for him to be. I am freaking out.
This tells you a lot about me:
I had a dream the other night where I was in a heated argument with another woman (a fictional dream person) and I slipped up and called her a gendered epithet (OK, two). I then paused the argument and said, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean that; I shouldn’t have called you [X] when what I really meant is that you’re a terrible person.” Even in dreams, I manage to remember that language matters and words have meanings, and that there are certain words I don’t use and why. Pretty funny.
Mood pendulating between Elle Woods and JWoww.
Best. Job Quitting. EVER.
They should give this guy a medal:
A flight attendant ran out of patience on a plane that just landed at JFK on Monday afternoon, so he allegedly cursed a blue streak over the P.A. system, grabbed some beers, pulled the emergency chute, slid down and ran from the plane, sources said.
How can the story get any better than that?
Slater was later arrested at his home in Belle Harbor by Port Authority officials. Police sources said that when authorities found Slater he seemed to be in the midst of having sexual relations.
That’s how.
I should try this tomorrow. Although with the advance notice, it might not have the same impact.
“Once, feminists fought for a woman’s right to explore her erotic impulses honestly, freely and without shame. If we are to protect that legacy, today’s feminists must preserve a clear distinction between the ongoing struggle to protect women and girls from abuse, and the misogynist impulse to control and police female sexuality as soon as it develops.”
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Laurie Penny (via gauntlet) (via a-eliz)
I think abuse and policing women’s sexuality are two sides of the same coin, that coin being attempted male ownership of female sexuality.
ETA: And yet of course it’s not always men doing the policing/abusing.
Wikipedia | Regulate (song) →
en.wikipedia.org
From the Synopsis portion (H/T to my friend Spencer):
The third verse is more expository, with Warren and Nate explaining their G Funk musical style. Warren displays his bravado by daring anyone to approach the style. There follows a brief discussion of the genre’s musicological features, with special care taken to point out that in said milieu the rhythm is not in fact the rhythm, as one might assume, but actually the bass. Similarly the bass serves a purpose closer to that which the treble would in more traditional musical forms. Nate displays his bravado by claiming that individuals with equivalent knowledge could not even attempt to approach his level of lyrical mastery. Nate goes on to note that if any third party smokes as he does, they would find themselves in a state of intoxication almost daily (from Nate’s other works, it can be inferred that the substance referenced is marijuana[8]). Nate concludes his delineation of the night by issuing a threat to “busters,” suggesting that he and Warren will further “regulate” any potential incidents in the future (presumably by engaging their antagonists with small arms fire).
“Second, as of August 24 I will be living in sin with my boyfriend, Joe, in the West Village. And yes, I realize that if I’m giving away the milk for free, there’s no incentive to buy the cow, and that it’s probably not wise to take the plunge with someone who once served as Notre Dame’s campus representative for Playboy, but he said he’d get me a kitten and I’m a sucker for fluff. Anyway, if he doesn’t make with the rock in about a year and a half or so, I foresee an “accidental” pregnancy in my future.”
—an excerpt from the last life-changes-themed mass email I sent, almost exactly three years ago
Female Soldiers and Rape: War Within for Military Women →
time.com
What does it tell us that female soldiers deployed overseas stop drinking water after 7 p.m. to reduce the odds of being raped if they have to use the bathroom at night? Or that a soldier who was assaulted when she went out for a cigarette was afraid to report it for fear she would be demoted — for having gone out without her weapon? Or that, as Representative Jane Harman puts it, “a female soldier in Iraq is more likely to be raped by a fellow soldier than killed by enemy fire.”
