Before I say anything, read this. Like BFP says, “my blog has changed my life–solely because of the truly generous and kind spirit of so many people who visit my blog daily,” and for someone who leads a fairly isolated life the kindness of readers and other bloggers is oftentimes a sanity-saver. I want to extend a thank you to everyone who has ever sent money or gifts over the years. Y’all made a little boy’s Christmas this year when his mom couldn’t afford to, and that alone makes me believe in the kindness of virtual strangers, otherwise known as digital friends.
With love.
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Wishing you a happy Yule.
Be ugly in ‘07?
Morality and misogyny are antonyms, folks.
Sneek peak of Susie Bright’s new Best American Erotica, special attention paid to “the Lolita Backlash.” See also Susie’s sex consultation with the stars.
Whites versus coloreds. Christmas tree lights, that is.
This alone is why YouTube is teh awesome.
Elizabeth writes on the hip parenting phenomenon and follows up on the 49-UP kids.
At some point I thought I would outgrow my thing for Courtney Love but she continues to fascinate me. This article pretty much sums up the weirdness surrounding Love’s personal and public selves and why we can’t seem to let her go. This link is highly recommended if you yourself were once a diehard fan of her mocking horrorshow of femininity. “Have we seen her naked? Sure. But we’ve never seen her bow down to anyone or anything, including public opinion.”
An oldie, but worth it. Kactus writes on the myth of Complete Self-Sufficiency.
Ilyka brands products. She is also trying to be a more positive person these days.
A touching pictorial on the Bush-Rumsfeld relationship.
Some days you make the choice, and some days the choice makes you.
“Kids, we couldn’t have Christmas this year because Santa is an undocumented worker.” He sure ain’t an American.
My favorite linguist takes down a letter to the editor in our local paper. The topic: Spanish instructions in the board game Sorry. The outrage!
Is it ageism or aging that causes the pain?
At Two Peas, No Pod Cristy writes on the troubling implications that pregnancy has on a woman’s identity and public movement.
If I don’t make this and fill it with catnip I will die.
M. LeBlanc is my people.
Tell Roxanne her gingerbread house doesn’t suck.
And my two new (to me) favorite blogs include Zuky and Women of Color Blog. If you aren’t reading them yet, you should be.
I only wish that my mom going to the bathroom was some kind of brilliant commentary on Courtney Love, but alas, I’m not that smart. I think you’ve linked to me twice and not to the Courtney Love article, which I’m dying to read.
I once went as Courtney Love for Halloween, but riding on the back of a moped to a Halloween party is perilously not Punk Rock(tm). The costume failed, everyone thought I was a prostitute.
Hi there,
Yuletide greetings from South West Scotland.
Have a good one!
x
Re: Courtney Love… Celebrity Skin is still one of my fave albums. It’s such sunroof-open summertime cruise music (and also wintertime snowstorm driving someone else’s car around Minneapolis while people chug champagne in the back music, too, but that’s a different story altogether).
I guess she’s working on new post-rehab-this-time-around album which, according to rumblings in the industry, is supposed to be pretty damn good. Have you heard if it’s out yet? I don’t even know a name for it, but it sounds like something that’s at least worth a good listen.
Oh, and speaking of, if you haven’t heard Johnny Cash’s cover of “If You Could Read My Mind” (Gordon Lightfoot) from American V, go check that out, fo shizzle. It’s positively wrenching.
Some friends and I went out to a bar one night shortly before Halloween in blonde wigs and trashy outfits. Two of us were Anna Nicole Smith and the other was Courtney Love.
The bar was nearly empty that night, so we spent a lot of time talking to the bartender. Who calls me Anna Nicole every time I see him.
Did I mention we’d already been drinking when we decided to put on the wigs?
Oh, the stuff I’ve gotten up to at that bar. For some reason, none of my usual rules apply.