Read something random of Simon’s. And snicker over the latest issue of Asimov’s in order to soothe my own mashed ego.
Prepare to mash in the head of this pigfucker, whose violent assault of his girlfriend because of her political beliefs is “OK” because: “Many relatives of Steven’s have served in the armed forces … and he had every intention of going to other parts of the world to defend the United States,” Salnick said.
He’s a patriot? Oh, well, that’s OK then!
And oh, shit, I missed the big decision. What the fuck?
Now, for something completely different: Some thoughts on sex and the L word; who gets to have it on screen, and who gets a pan to the lamp… –
Now I’m not one to look for the sex scenes, and, in fact, the soft core porn atmosphere of the show is often very upsetting to my feminist politics, but damn, if I’m going to see a bunch of people having sex, if I’m going to be subjected to tons of explicit heterosexual screwing, and if I’m going to hear women talking about fucking one another every week, completely internalizing patriarchal ideas about sex, then damn it, I want to see some fat! I want to see Kit’s big body with its soft rolls of fat and big thighs just like we see Katherine Moennig’s spine and boney sternum on every single episode.
Annnnddddd…. ooops. We’ve got the boarding call for Chicago goin’ on here.