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Today was goodie-finding day. After becoming incredibly irate again at the “But if there are so many women bloggers, why doesn’t anybody know about them” thing, I decide to… add more women bloggers to my own woman-blogger site. Why the fuck not. I was cleaning up the blogroll (if I don’t check a site regularly, […]

What the hell is this? Not only is it pure junk to keep using that stupid BMI formula to calculate a person’s “healthy” weight (it doesn’t take muscle mass into account, bone structure, body struction, etc., so Brad Pitt and George Clooney get classified as “obese” and if you’re applying that shitty formula to this

“My mother is 5?3? and worked as a police officer for ten years. She passed the very same physical fitness tests that the men did, and with little complaint. Every day, for ten years she faced angry truck drivers that were three times her size, and gave them tickets. She did more physically demanding work

I honestly can’t convey just how great it is to be back in the Chicago office. It’s great to be back in Chicago in general. I missed Cyllia and the lead architect (let’s call him Mr. T.), and getting calls from Sarah, and waiting until 10am for Yellow to show up, getting back to creating

“Man [sic] cannot live on beer and the Polish smoked sausage in the fridge alone. Sometimes, he must send out for curry.” – Empire of Dirt

Check it out at Fortean Bureau: “Imagine a farmhouse surrounded by snow. Not a thin layer of soft, flaky whiteness, the kind you might see in more civilized climates–this is Northern Michigan, where the snow falls and falls until it buries the roads, covers the windows, and mounts up before the door. The nearest neighbors

The power throughout most of Parsippany, NJ went out this morning around 6am, and by 10am, all of us in the office were figuring out ways to get the hell out of town for the weekend. I hopped a train(s) into Brooklyn, and am currently spending my time hanging out at Brendan’s until Saturday’s touchdown

Right-wing Eye for the Left-leaning Guy. I snickered. via feministing

I’ve been holding off talking about the killing of federal judge Joan Humphrey Lefkow’s family in Chicago because, literally, it happened about 8 blocks from my house. A little fucking close to home. I was coming home from O’Hare the night of the day the story broke, and found a host of television vans with

Why the fuck her trainer put her in a “pro” fight after less than two months of training… shit. This is why women’s boxing gets a bad rap. There’s nothing inherently wrong with ritualized violence (sports), so long as everybody knows what they’re getting into and everybody plays by the ritual’s rules. When you don’t,