January 2005

Actually, raising up boys to believe that women are people too is pretty fucking cool: In the past several years we’ve seen a glut of magazine articles, talk shows and books like The War on Boys: How Misguided Feminism is Harming Our Boys and The Decline of Males demonizing a simple term: feminism. How silly. […]

I got my quarterly or whatever stock statement yesterday. I put 3% of every paycheck into a diversified stock account, which includes stock in my own company. And my eyes boggled at the dollar amount. In the last year, stock in my company has nearly doubled. We’re doing Iraq contracts, afterall. I find it deeply

Interview with Gloria Steinem in The Guardian. “What is frustrating,” Steinem says now, “is being told that no matter how hard I’ve worked, it counts less than my appearance. Although if you’re not considered conventionally attractive, that also becomes an issue: you know, you’re a feminist because you couldn’t get a man.” Still, there is

And this was the moment when I realized it, musing through the LSAT center, law school websites, looking at requirements, cut-off dates: The LSAT test day is over four hours long. Keep your pencil moving to help yourself stay focused. If there is anything the LSAT measures, it is raw determination and endurance. And I

Obviously. Do you even want my commentary?

My attraction to Yellow is based purely on looks and familiarity. Yes, motorcycle riding would be fun. Yes, he is a nice person. He is funny. He can be dorky. But he’s not a real dork. He’s the sort of guy who would take me out, but hide me from his friends, cause I’m not

“I fight for what I believe in. I am a mercenary, and I believe in money.”

Just. Batfuck. Make up your goddamn mind already.

I am easily amused. via john rickards, my Secret Boyfriend

Unfortunately, I didn’t write it: “Listen up, you grain-fed honky dickweeds – not just you, WW, but every fucking honky out there needs to hear this. We’re not alive for very long. Have you noticed this, dickcheeses? We do not have all the fucking time in the world to draw up cost-benefit analyses on potential