If I told you there was a group of women from Mendocino, Calif., who wanted to protest the governator on the steps of the California state capitol, you’d probably nod your head and think, Right on. Then if I told you that these women wanted to protest topless, you’d probably think, That’s kind of weird, but, it’s California, man, so whatever and go back to doing your Saturday-evening whippets. But if I told you that…
Tomorrow at about 6:45 a.m., Baptist Memorial Hospital on Union will be imploded. At 960,000 square feet, the building’s demolition will be the largest implosion in the country this year. It’s kind of sad, though, really. That’s where Priscilla Presley gave birth to Lisa Marie in 1968, and nine years later that’s where Elvis was pronounced dead. The whole time I’ve been in Memphis, though, the hospital has been an empty hull, and a creepy…
The parents stopped by the office tonight to visit. They’re in town for the Elton John show. My dad was cracking me up, telling me he thought about wearing a shirt that said, “I’m with her” and an arrow pointing to my mom. He said he had been taking some good-natured ribbing at work. I think he’ll have a fabulous time, and I think he knows it. My mom brought me a pair of Crocs,…
Okay, I have to get out of my head for a bit and write something not about porn. Like Jeanette Winterson’s new book. Here’s a snippet from the blurb on her website, as oblique and mysterious as you’d expect: Autobiography is not important. Authenticity is important. The writer must fire herself through the text, be the molten stuff that welds together disparate elements. I believe there is always exposure, vulnerability, in the writing process, which…
So I’m going to beat it some more. A.C. Kleinheider raised some interesting points in the comments of my porn post, but there’s one I feel the need to refute on this main page: Both (erotica and porn) are unrealistic sexual crutches that are easily stashable under the bed. Sex toys would seem to exacerbate this. The tendency would be to get toys larger than the average man and no man’s tongue or genitals…
Look what was delivered to me today (well, Thursday) at work. They’re absolutely gorgeous; the photo doesn’t do them justice. Thanks, Phil. They truly made my day. This year has been tough on us both, there’s no denying that. But today, which marks eight years we’ve been together, it’s important to remember the good times and what we mean to each other. So thank you for being my best friend.
The unthinkable has happened. I got something wrong. Oh, yuck. I erroneously wrote that the “spousal notification” statute was nothing more than a requirement that women obtain permission slips from their husbands. While I still stand by my assertion that this was the intended effect of the law, it is now clear to me that the statute never explicitly says that; it just requires the woman to offer a written promise that she told her…
Ezra Klein, chiming in tangentially regarding the Maureen Dowd piece I wrote about yesterday, links to what he calls an interesting study by a couple of researchers: That the editorial copy in Playboy pictorals, by and large, does not use terminology that implies the women (who are usually splayed like filleted meat across hay bales and fuzzy rugs) are submissive or vulnerable. Instead, the research shows, the women are often described as strong, career-oriented, and…
Liz Garrigan over at the Nashville Scene has published her take on the bullshit happening between Sidelines and their adviser over Flash, which she nixed without input from any of the student editors. You know I have much, much more to say on this topic, but it’ll have to wait until after work. Suffice it to say that Garrigan writes exactly what I have been feeling all along: Let the students do their thing and…
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