Because I am fed up with the war against women and this sort of thing, this is my mood.
Category: irritation
Wet Cat
And again, I have more reasons to curse the squirrels. They’re back — and they’ve brought fleas. Argh.
Had it with you, Simpsons
All right, it’s been bugging me for at least this whole season and maybe a little longer: the misogynous thread that’s crept into The Simpsons. Yeah, the show that once trumpeted stories like Lisa Lionheart and Marge going round the bend because of the stress of her family’s unreasonable demands, has not had a show…
Review: The Road
I should insert two warnings: first, that I will be discussing some definite SPOILERS to the film, though I will try to keep the worst ones to a comment to follow immediately upon this, so casual readers won’t be surprised. Second, that this more or less constitutes a rant. One final caveat: I have not…
BitchBuzz: Blogging by Gender
My latest BitchBuzz column is up. It was sparked by the revelation this week that the uber-macho blogger James Chartrand is really a woman and the reasons she gave for that mask: Blogger James Chartrand revealed this week that “he” is actually a she and deliberately took up the name after finding it impossible to…
Note to self
STOP MITHERING!
The Thing about Vampires
Teaching is all about planning + improvisation. You have to plan well and provide a structure, but it’s also important to roll with the vagaries of the unexpected. Today was a case for this kind of flexibility. After talking about the ambiguity that signaled the 1980s shift in horror films, we were all primed to…
On Not Watching the Oscars
I thought of a lot of blah blah blah I could write, but the truth is actually quite simple. The Oscars have nothing to say to me because the mainstream Hollywood industry has nothing to say to me. I’m a woman over forty: where are my peers? Apart from Meryl Streep, whose consistently stellar abilities…
Poking Around
The photo doesn’t show it well enough, but there’s the result of yesterday’s attempt to do a very common thing: give a blood sample. It’s been a normal part of life since I was a teenager. Phlebotomists vary greatly, but I’ve never had one as bad as this. Altogether, four needles of various sizes poked…
Fiction/Non-Fiction
From the official Empire State Building site: Narrating the tour is Tony, a fictional, but nonetheless authentic, native New Yorker born 50 years ago in Chelsea, an area of Manhattan not yet the hot, trendy neighborhood it is today. The tour is written from Tony’s point of view and is filled with his colorful, amusing…
K. A. Laity 