Ok, so normally I don't read magazines like this, but I was given one at a conference I was at, and found an interesting little bit inside.
"Man was originally vegetarian - this according to Abraham Isaac Hacohen Kook, the first Ashkenazic chief rabbi of Israel and himself a vegetarian, who says that vegetarianism is "a condition that will be restored in the time of the Messiah, when 'the lion shall eat straw like an ox.'" Biblical commentators explain that before Noah and the Flood, the eating of meat was forbidden and only afterward was humanity, now on a lower level, allowed the concession called basar ta'avah (meat of lust).
Many modern Jews opt for vegetarianism for reasons concerning health, ecology, conservation of resources, or rejection of antibiotics and other drugs, or as a reaction to inhumane (and, therefore, un-Jewish) animal-raising practices in factory farms. Vegetarianism also provides a simpler way to keep kosher: After all, a meatless diet never conflicts with dairy foods. Even among those who don't completely eschew meat, many recognize that too much is consumed in our society and, as the Talmud declares, "the Torah teaches a lesson in ethical conduct that man shall not eat meat unless he has a special craving for it...and even then he should eat it only occasionally and sparingly."
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
this week in chicks....
8 Year Olds Now Receive Bikini Waxes For Getting Straight A's
First off, what the fuck is an 8yr old doing getting waxed? What in the hell are they waxing off? Skin? Little girls aren't running around with crazy bushes, or like, any bushes, I am sure.
Secondly, how sad is that - At such a young age to sexualize your daughter in such a way? Like these sick fucks... (And in regards to that, this didn't make it onto the show, but the father straight out said that he was selling his daughter for the stage and not the street...Just to let you know the frame of how he even views his daughter...)
Its hard enough to be a girl in this world, and it's fucking difficult to navigate how to become a woman. When I was working with young girls in New Mexico, you would see eating disorders and hypersexualized behavior in girls even 6 or 7. How can you make sense of yourself in a world where mothers are taking their children to be waxed, shaped, sparkled and glistening while they still have teeth missing? I sure as hell can't.
Oh, I'm Sorry...You Didn't Realize That Politicians LIE?
So, No comment here. I mean, I think I captured my point with the link...
Do You Mean Rubbing Semen Into My Hair Won't Make Me A Smart Cookie?
You know, I hated Something About Mary. And when I saw The Darjeeling Limited in the theaters, it just made me sad. Well, and angry. Cuz the last time I can even remember a strong female movie coming out was like motherfucking Practical Magic. I want to be in movies like the DL, but guess what. They are all about the men. Strong women, 5 minutes of screen time. If you are lucky. Good bye. We prefer to keep taking this beating of romantic comedies with desperate and vapid girlywomen rubbing spunk on their hair. I mean really, don't they know that's not how you even get the fucking protein.
Clearly You Never Met My Mommy
Seriously, you never met my mom. She would kick your ass for being as ignorant as these sorry shmucks...
Your Ugly Little Girl Can Now Get Virtual Plastic Surgery...It's About Fucking Time
Update: In light of all the recent exposure this disgusting site has acquired in the past week, they have just stated this..
Dear Miss Bimbo,
Thank you for being the ultimate expression of women hating themselves and of teaching that hate to young women and girls. Who needs men to do that shit when we have you?
xoxo
-holly woodenflames
First off, what the fuck is an 8yr old doing getting waxed? What in the hell are they waxing off? Skin? Little girls aren't running around with crazy bushes, or like, any bushes, I am sure.
Secondly, how sad is that - At such a young age to sexualize your daughter in such a way? Like these sick fucks... (And in regards to that, this didn't make it onto the show, but the father straight out said that he was selling his daughter for the stage and not the street...Just to let you know the frame of how he even views his daughter...)
Its hard enough to be a girl in this world, and it's fucking difficult to navigate how to become a woman. When I was working with young girls in New Mexico, you would see eating disorders and hypersexualized behavior in girls even 6 or 7. How can you make sense of yourself in a world where mothers are taking their children to be waxed, shaped, sparkled and glistening while they still have teeth missing? I sure as hell can't.
Oh, I'm Sorry...You Didn't Realize That Politicians LIE?
So, No comment here. I mean, I think I captured my point with the link...
Do You Mean Rubbing Semen Into My Hair Won't Make Me A Smart Cookie?
You know, I hated Something About Mary. And when I saw The Darjeeling Limited in the theaters, it just made me sad. Well, and angry. Cuz the last time I can even remember a strong female movie coming out was like motherfucking Practical Magic. I want to be in movies like the DL, but guess what. They are all about the men. Strong women, 5 minutes of screen time. If you are lucky. Good bye. We prefer to keep taking this beating of romantic comedies with desperate and vapid girlywomen rubbing spunk on their hair. I mean really, don't they know that's not how you even get the fucking protein.
Clearly You Never Met My Mommy
Seriously, you never met my mom. She would kick your ass for being as ignorant as these sorry shmucks...
Your Ugly Little Girl Can Now Get Virtual Plastic Surgery...It's About Fucking Time
Update: In light of all the recent exposure this disgusting site has acquired in the past week, they have just stated this..
As a result of this rather surprising media attention we have decided to remove the option of purchasing diet pills from the game. We apologise to any players whom this may inconvenience but we feel in light of this weeks proceedings it is the correct action to take.
Dear Miss Bimbo,
Thank you for being the ultimate expression of women hating themselves and of teaching that hate to young women and girls. Who needs men to do that shit when we have you?
xoxo
-holly woodenflames
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
time is a train
The past two evenings my dreams have centered around trains. This is a bit unusual for me; I tend to associate trains with 5 year old boys and Some Like it Hot.
The first one was this epic fucking dream. The type that seems to last all night and run into the morning...I won't go into the entire dream, but this was the ending. (It revolves around my cousin J in Denver. J is 14 now, but was born with all these really bad physical and mental problems. He was so small as a kid and undernourished - he could never keep anything down. His parents had this thing they all called "tummy tube" put into his belly and they would hook him up to a machine which basically force fed him at night. Now he looks simultaneously very, very, young, and yet very, very old. He doesn't have much in the way of social skills, and physically his body is like an 8 year old. His parents, like most parents who have kids with disabilities, are divorced.) At the end of the dream, this train is coming through the city and then the city transforms into this wide open field. The tracks are there, gritty and burning with heat, and you can hear the train rumbling in the distance. J is in the dream, only he is not 13, he is 8 or 9 or 7. He goes running, running towards the tracks. He stands next to them, and bends over to take off his tennis shoes. He struggles with the laces on the first one before he lies next to him on the floor. The second he just kicks off of his heel with his bare foot's toes. He stands there for a moment, his hair gets caught in the light breeze, and fuck - he looks so happy. Happier than I have ever seen him in real life. The train comes into view , it's moving so fast. J moves and stands inside the tracks, facing them dead on. The conductor must see him because he starts to blast the horn. The train starts to squeal as though now the conductor is trying to break - but it's way to late. The train and J hit one another at the same moment. One another because J seems to lift, hit, and fly up - it's like he is diving into water only he flies upwards. He is dead, and moving, and smiling. The sun seems to glow through his skin...
I have never had a dream that this cousin was in ever before.
My dream last night centered around a different train. I was traveling through Asia in this packed train. It was snowing; feet of snow were piled up outside the windows. We kept getting snowed onto the track and getting stuck. I had all these boxes I had to move from the back to the front for some reason. It was incredibly hard to get done. I remember having to get off the train; I was going to miss my flight back to the states. I did end up missing my flight. I stood outside of the train with 3 of the boxes next to me. One broken from my aggressive pulling. I woke up.
In looking for interpretations of train dreams on the web, I find a limited few...
-Striving for wholeness.
-Vehicles of transportation signify many aspects of your attitude, state of awareness and willingness to be in charge of your life.
-"finding yourself" stage of life
- representation of time and opportunity
- It could symbolize a journey--a journey which may be symbolic itself, such as journeying into regions in the psyche that are unexplored or journeying into a new relationship. It could also point to a journey into a new facet of life, a new destiny.
-To see a train in your dream, represents conformity and go along with what everyone else is doing. You have the need to do things in an orderly and sequential manner. In particular, if you see a freight train, then it refers to the burdens and problems that you are hauling around.
-To dream that you are on a train, is symbolic of your life's journey and suggests that you are on the right track in life and headed for the right direction. Alternatively, you have a tendency to worry needlessly over a situation that will prove to work out in the end.
-To see or dream that you are in a train wreck, suggests chaos. The path to goals are not going according to the way you planned it out. Or you may be lacking self-confidence and having doubt in your ability to reach your goals.
-To dream that you are the engineer, signifies that you are in complete control of a particular situation in your waking life.
-To dream that you miss a train, denotes missed opportunities or nearly escaping your death.
So - one train which crashes into my cousin, and the other which I am kind of this train ridden Sisyphus. How bizarre.
The other day TB asked me if I was lonely before. It's strange - I mean, I hadn't thought about it in so long. I had to stop and reflect, and was like, "yah, I guess I was lonely." So, I was thinking about the times I remember feeling lonely. Some were the more obvious times like when I was sick, but what I kept thinking about were the times when I was with someone, and still felt lonely. I have felt lonelier being with more people in my life, than I have ever felt while being single.
It's like this presence that used to lurk in the background of my space. That's gone now. Damn beautiful thing too.
Have I mentioned lately that I am in love? I don't think I can say it enough...
The first one was this epic fucking dream. The type that seems to last all night and run into the morning...I won't go into the entire dream, but this was the ending. (It revolves around my cousin J in Denver. J is 14 now, but was born with all these really bad physical and mental problems. He was so small as a kid and undernourished - he could never keep anything down. His parents had this thing they all called "tummy tube" put into his belly and they would hook him up to a machine which basically force fed him at night. Now he looks simultaneously very, very, young, and yet very, very old. He doesn't have much in the way of social skills, and physically his body is like an 8 year old. His parents, like most parents who have kids with disabilities, are divorced.) At the end of the dream, this train is coming through the city and then the city transforms into this wide open field. The tracks are there, gritty and burning with heat, and you can hear the train rumbling in the distance. J is in the dream, only he is not 13, he is 8 or 9 or 7. He goes running, running towards the tracks. He stands next to them, and bends over to take off his tennis shoes. He struggles with the laces on the first one before he lies next to him on the floor. The second he just kicks off of his heel with his bare foot's toes. He stands there for a moment, his hair gets caught in the light breeze, and fuck - he looks so happy. Happier than I have ever seen him in real life. The train comes into view , it's moving so fast. J moves and stands inside the tracks, facing them dead on. The conductor must see him because he starts to blast the horn. The train starts to squeal as though now the conductor is trying to break - but it's way to late. The train and J hit one another at the same moment. One another because J seems to lift, hit, and fly up - it's like he is diving into water only he flies upwards. He is dead, and moving, and smiling. The sun seems to glow through his skin...
I have never had a dream that this cousin was in ever before.
My dream last night centered around a different train. I was traveling through Asia in this packed train. It was snowing; feet of snow were piled up outside the windows. We kept getting snowed onto the track and getting stuck. I had all these boxes I had to move from the back to the front for some reason. It was incredibly hard to get done. I remember having to get off the train; I was going to miss my flight back to the states. I did end up missing my flight. I stood outside of the train with 3 of the boxes next to me. One broken from my aggressive pulling. I woke up.
In looking for interpretations of train dreams on the web, I find a limited few...
-Striving for wholeness.
-Vehicles of transportation signify many aspects of your attitude, state of awareness and willingness to be in charge of your life.
-"finding yourself" stage of life
- representation of time and opportunity
- It could symbolize a journey--a journey which may be symbolic itself, such as journeying into regions in the psyche that are unexplored or journeying into a new relationship. It could also point to a journey into a new facet of life, a new destiny.
-To see a train in your dream, represents conformity and go along with what everyone else is doing. You have the need to do things in an orderly and sequential manner. In particular, if you see a freight train, then it refers to the burdens and problems that you are hauling around.
-To dream that you are on a train, is symbolic of your life's journey and suggests that you are on the right track in life and headed for the right direction. Alternatively, you have a tendency to worry needlessly over a situation that will prove to work out in the end.
-To see or dream that you are in a train wreck, suggests chaos. The path to goals are not going according to the way you planned it out. Or you may be lacking self-confidence and having doubt in your ability to reach your goals.
-To dream that you are the engineer, signifies that you are in complete control of a particular situation in your waking life.
-To dream that you miss a train, denotes missed opportunities or nearly escaping your death.
So - one train which crashes into my cousin, and the other which I am kind of this train ridden Sisyphus. How bizarre.
The other day TB asked me if I was lonely before. It's strange - I mean, I hadn't thought about it in so long. I had to stop and reflect, and was like, "yah, I guess I was lonely." So, I was thinking about the times I remember feeling lonely. Some were the more obvious times like when I was sick, but what I kept thinking about were the times when I was with someone, and still felt lonely. I have felt lonelier being with more people in my life, than I have ever felt while being single.
It's like this presence that used to lurk in the background of my space. That's gone now. Damn beautiful thing too.
Have I mentioned lately that I am in love? I don't think I can say it enough...
Obama-Rama
I cried at the end...
If(when!) Obama becomes our next President, I will be so incredibly proud, for the first time, to call myself an American.
If(when!) Obama becomes our next President, I will be so incredibly proud, for the first time, to call myself an American.
Monday, March 17, 2008
pass me a tissue please
It's almost my birthday - and you know what that means...The first day of Spring will be nipping at our heels come Thursday.
The Only Way Forward
Black is The New President, Bitch
Sex and My Expensive Shoes; or How To Dupe Women With Ridiculous Brandings of A Bullshit Reality; or, you know, We Actually Liked The Show Because of The Damn Conversations and Not The Fucking Fug Bags
Maniacal Scientologists Ruin My Favorite Karaoke Song
I have some cold I can't shake. Here is a pic of my pup Bella. Enjoy.
The Only Way Forward
Black is The New President, Bitch
Sex and My Expensive Shoes; or How To Dupe Women With Ridiculous Brandings of A Bullshit Reality; or, you know, We Actually Liked The Show Because of The Damn Conversations and Not The Fucking Fug Bags
Maniacal Scientologists Ruin My Favorite Karaoke Song
I have some cold I can't shake. Here is a pic of my pup Bella. Enjoy.
Monday, March 10, 2008
the object of my meaning
I was im'ing all morning with my dear friend Non-Gravity and we were chatting about Slut Machine. When we were out having drinks the other day I mentioned that she was clearly having unprotected sex in her most recent post, considering that he pulled out to come. Since she has herpes as well as a habit of fucking strangers, I personally find the unprotected sex route, to be quite frankly, lame.
Hollywoodenflame (11:47:03 am): by no means am i just trying to judge and compare. i just have to ask, having been quite a slut in my life, when does the meaning come in? strangers fucking with their clothes still on? well, i hope it brings her happiness...that could help balance out the herpes
m***** (11:48:53 am): "when does the meaning come in" is a good measurement of anything
m***** (11:49:04 am): sex, career, dating, politics
Last night my friends and I had a lively picnic. The bottles of champagne multiplied and by nightfall they had transformed into bottles of whiskey. Those who know me know that I am allergic to alcohol and can't drink for shit. If I am buzzed I lack the ability to say to myself, "Back off! You are finished." Flash forward to this morning. I wake up in a fucking panic at 7am. My purse is missing, I have no idea how I got home...Agh. It was this total existential panic of omg! I am going to die and I am a horrible human being. I finally find my phone and can see that TB called me last night. Fucking. Great. Have absolutely no memory of anything past 8 to be honest. I am too embarrassed to ask him if I was an idiot and quite frankly I don't care to know either. I can just imagine that I was either a mean bitch or I asked him to marry me. It will serve me best not to even fucking dwell.
I managed to catch my mother on the phone in between meetings and she set my damn head on straight.
"Mom! I don't think I deserve to be happy!" She laughs at me. "Everyone deserves to be happy."
She stated that worrying about fucking things up leads to a self-fulfilling prophecy - because you are not living in the present, you will screw up the future. Basically though, if someone cares about me, they are going to have to take all the parts of me. Even the less glamourous ones. That's just it.
So I am thinking about this idea of meaning. In this culture of cut-paste, disposable disposables, up-grading, add and delete virtual friendships... "Where's the meaning?" Because the truth is that real friendships and real relationships fucking take work and time. And guess what - not everybody is into that these days. I have cut people out of my life, as I have been cut out by some others. I have had many meaningless liasons. I have had arguments stretch into long bouts of "we are not talking anymore and months go by and i have no idea how it got to this point but whatever i held out this long i am fucking right and i am not going to fucking be the first to apologize!" We discount others opinions wrapped and warped in our own self-righteousness which is inherently the complete opposite of righteousness. I'm right, you're wrong, and fuck you for voting for Clinton! It's a lot easier to add 1000 friends on Myspace than it is to maintain a few solid and real ones.
I got into a fight with a girlfriend when I was 12. My mother told me "Look, It's really easy to love, or be there for, or be friends with someone when everything they do you agree with and you like. But real friendships, true relationships are being there when the other person does or says things that you don't approve of, or agree with. That's what a relationship is."
Truly something that most people don't work at much these days. Look at divorce rates. They aren't so over the top because people were being abused or discovered mid life that they were really a fabulous drag queen at heart. I think they are probably more along the reasons of someone wanted to screw something else so laters baby, or wow, something fucking happened and we aren't going to work it out, work through it. Well, that's lame. People fuck up, will fuck up, will make mistakes throughout their life's journey. That's how people learn. You know, If they choose too.
So this morning I was still a bit drunk and was worrying that TB is coming back tonight and will break up with me. Because I'm a lot of work and 26 years of life can do some numbers on a girl. But like my mom says, If someone is right, and cares about me, then that's it. They wouldn't walk out the door. They wouldn't walk away.
In talking about Slut Machine I wasn't comparing being a slut and being monogamous. In fact, I don't think monogamy is for many people. What I am trying to get at is the meaning. When she writes about being trashed and fucking a guy for like 10 seconds with her clothes on...I wonder where the meaning is? It's the same way I feel about Peaches. I love her music for a bit, then I just start wondering if we can get past the - my pussy in yo'face- bit for a sec. Can we evolve as sexually empowered women into something with some substantial meaning?
Can we bring meaning into our sex? Our politics? Our career? Holy shit - into our lives?
How do we bring meaning into each of our days?
Can we touch one another with meaning? Can we put in that much work? Attitude? Emphasis?
Can we make our own lives as blessed, joyful and happy as they can possibly be?
In other words, can today be full of significance?
Hollywoodenflame (11:47:03 am): by no means am i just trying to judge and compare. i just have to ask, having been quite a slut in my life, when does the meaning come in? strangers fucking with their clothes still on? well, i hope it brings her happiness...that could help balance out the herpes
m***** (11:48:53 am): "when does the meaning come in" is a good measurement of anything
m***** (11:49:04 am): sex, career, dating, politics
Last night my friends and I had a lively picnic. The bottles of champagne multiplied and by nightfall they had transformed into bottles of whiskey. Those who know me know that I am allergic to alcohol and can't drink for shit. If I am buzzed I lack the ability to say to myself, "Back off! You are finished." Flash forward to this morning. I wake up in a fucking panic at 7am. My purse is missing, I have no idea how I got home...Agh. It was this total existential panic of omg! I am going to die and I am a horrible human being. I finally find my phone and can see that TB called me last night. Fucking. Great. Have absolutely no memory of anything past 8 to be honest. I am too embarrassed to ask him if I was an idiot and quite frankly I don't care to know either. I can just imagine that I was either a mean bitch or I asked him to marry me. It will serve me best not to even fucking dwell.
I managed to catch my mother on the phone in between meetings and she set my damn head on straight.
"Mom! I don't think I deserve to be happy!" She laughs at me. "Everyone deserves to be happy."
She stated that worrying about fucking things up leads to a self-fulfilling prophecy - because you are not living in the present, you will screw up the future. Basically though, if someone cares about me, they are going to have to take all the parts of me. Even the less glamourous ones. That's just it.
So I am thinking about this idea of meaning. In this culture of cut-paste, disposable disposables, up-grading, add and delete virtual friendships... "Where's the meaning?" Because the truth is that real friendships and real relationships fucking take work and time. And guess what - not everybody is into that these days. I have cut people out of my life, as I have been cut out by some others. I have had many meaningless liasons. I have had arguments stretch into long bouts of "we are not talking anymore and months go by and i have no idea how it got to this point but whatever i held out this long i am fucking right and i am not going to fucking be the first to apologize!" We discount others opinions wrapped and warped in our own self-righteousness which is inherently the complete opposite of righteousness. I'm right, you're wrong, and fuck you for voting for Clinton! It's a lot easier to add 1000 friends on Myspace than it is to maintain a few solid and real ones.
I got into a fight with a girlfriend when I was 12. My mother told me "Look, It's really easy to love, or be there for, or be friends with someone when everything they do you agree with and you like. But real friendships, true relationships are being there when the other person does or says things that you don't approve of, or agree with. That's what a relationship is."
Truly something that most people don't work at much these days. Look at divorce rates. They aren't so over the top because people were being abused or discovered mid life that they were really a fabulous drag queen at heart. I think they are probably more along the reasons of someone wanted to screw something else so laters baby, or wow, something fucking happened and we aren't going to work it out, work through it. Well, that's lame. People fuck up, will fuck up, will make mistakes throughout their life's journey. That's how people learn. You know, If they choose too.
So this morning I was still a bit drunk and was worrying that TB is coming back tonight and will break up with me. Because I'm a lot of work and 26 years of life can do some numbers on a girl. But like my mom says, If someone is right, and cares about me, then that's it. They wouldn't walk out the door. They wouldn't walk away.
In talking about Slut Machine I wasn't comparing being a slut and being monogamous. In fact, I don't think monogamy is for many people. What I am trying to get at is the meaning. When she writes about being trashed and fucking a guy for like 10 seconds with her clothes on...I wonder where the meaning is? It's the same way I feel about Peaches. I love her music for a bit, then I just start wondering if we can get past the - my pussy in yo'face- bit for a sec. Can we evolve as sexually empowered women into something with some substantial meaning?
Can we bring meaning into our sex? Our politics? Our career? Holy shit - into our lives?
How do we bring meaning into each of our days?
Can we touch one another with meaning? Can we put in that much work? Attitude? Emphasis?
Can we make our own lives as blessed, joyful and happy as they can possibly be?
In other words, can today be full of significance?
Sunday, March 9, 2008
who brings the crazy?
Who brings the crazy better? Paula or Tyra?
I have to go with Tyra. Upon deep contemplation, I think that Paula is in fact, not crazy. She is just batshit fucked up on pills and liquor.
Tyra going "undercover homeless" = Priceless - That bitch is crazy...and a little tacky...and in poor taste....That's why we love her though, right?
I have to go with Tyra. Upon deep contemplation, I think that Paula is in fact, not crazy. She is just batshit fucked up on pills and liquor.
Tyra going "undercover homeless" = Priceless - That bitch is crazy...and a little tacky...and in poor taste....That's why we love her though, right?
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Int. Womens Day
One of my fave's from Sleater-Kinney #1 Must Have
I can't fid any video of it live online...
Bearer of the flag from the beginning
Now who would have believed this riot grrrl's a cynic
But they took our ideas to their marketing stars
and now i'm spending all my days at girlpower.com
Trying to buy back a little piece of me
(Everywhere you go they say "Hello,
weren't you the one that sold your soul?"
Every time you leave the say "Oh no,
why did you ever let us go?")
And i think that I sometimes might have wished
for something more than to be a size six
But now my inspiration rests
in-between my beauty magazines and my
credit card bills
I've been crawling up so long on your
stairway to heaven
And now i no longer believe that i wanna get in
And will there always be concerts where
women are raped
watch me make up my mind instead
of my face
The number one must have is
that we are safe
(Everywhere you go teenage
is the rage
inside your pants
and on the front page
EVerywhere you go it's die or be born
if you can't decide then
it's your own war)
No more
and for the ladies out there i wish
we could write more than the next
marketing bid
Culture is what we make it
yes it is
now is the time
to invent
Get Up...Directed by the fabulous Miranda July
Don't Make Waves...The Gossip
I have some crazy girl crush on Beth Ditto. Bitch is something fierce.
I can't fid any video of it live online...
Bearer of the flag from the beginning
Now who would have believed this riot grrrl's a cynic
But they took our ideas to their marketing stars
and now i'm spending all my days at girlpower.com
Trying to buy back a little piece of me
(Everywhere you go they say "Hello,
weren't you the one that sold your soul?"
Every time you leave the say "Oh no,
why did you ever let us go?")
And i think that I sometimes might have wished
for something more than to be a size six
But now my inspiration rests
in-between my beauty magazines and my
credit card bills
I've been crawling up so long on your
stairway to heaven
And now i no longer believe that i wanna get in
And will there always be concerts where
women are raped
watch me make up my mind instead
of my face
The number one must have is
that we are safe
(Everywhere you go teenage
is the rage
inside your pants
and on the front page
EVerywhere you go it's die or be born
if you can't decide then
it's your own war)
No more
and for the ladies out there i wish
we could write more than the next
marketing bid
Culture is what we make it
yes it is
now is the time
to invent
Get Up...Directed by the fabulous Miranda July
Don't Make Waves...The Gossip
I have some crazy girl crush on Beth Ditto. Bitch is something fierce.
Friday, March 7, 2008
ladies night...
Last night was ladies night out for drinks.
A.R.K. -"Martinis: Just like tits, one's not enough, three is just too many."
So, for a ladies night out, we sure spent a lot of time talking about mens...
Reminded me of this little gem I first saw in my Feminist Film Studies class in college...
The entire movie is talking about the men, so I thought I'd freshen up from all that convo with the in color fashion show.
Tomorrow is International Women's Day. Here is some Janis Ian to celebrate that.
a timeless classic...
What are your dreams for women?
I think my biggest dream for women would be to have complete human rights. And, you know, to not be raped, molested, abused, tortured or sold into slavery. That would be a start...
Girls Rock comes out this weekend!
I really wish that something like this was around when I was younger. I always wanted to be in a band, and I think when I was younger I was intimidated by the fact that it was such a guys world. So I grew up always dating musicians, instead of actually becoming one myself. In high-school the boys were always skating and playing music. The girls, well, they were busy getting ready.
and to close off for the day...
They don't wear "the pants" over at Fox news...
Not that it's news to anybody, but they don't wear "the brains" over there either. That goes for both genders.
Tonight is another LA Jezzie meet-up at the Cat & Fiddle. Maybe we won't talk about dick so much as I continue in my fierce girl time while TB is in Florida (he is a tour manager) at the Langerado Festival.
Happy International Women's Eve. Hug a bitch today!
A.R.K. -"Martinis: Just like tits, one's not enough, three is just too many."
So, for a ladies night out, we sure spent a lot of time talking about mens...
Reminded me of this little gem I first saw in my Feminist Film Studies class in college...
The entire movie is talking about the men, so I thought I'd freshen up from all that convo with the in color fashion show.
Tomorrow is International Women's Day. Here is some Janis Ian to celebrate that.
a timeless classic...
What are your dreams for women?
I think my biggest dream for women would be to have complete human rights. And, you know, to not be raped, molested, abused, tortured or sold into slavery. That would be a start...
Girls Rock comes out this weekend!
I really wish that something like this was around when I was younger. I always wanted to be in a band, and I think when I was younger I was intimidated by the fact that it was such a guys world. So I grew up always dating musicians, instead of actually becoming one myself. In high-school the boys were always skating and playing music. The girls, well, they were busy getting ready.
and to close off for the day...
They don't wear "the pants" over at Fox news...
Not that it's news to anybody, but they don't wear "the brains" over there either. That goes for both genders.
Tonight is another LA Jezzie meet-up at the Cat & Fiddle. Maybe we won't talk about dick so much as I continue in my fierce girl time while TB is in Florida (he is a tour manager) at the Langerado Festival.
Happy International Women's Eve. Hug a bitch today!
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