Archive for May, 2007



But she was drinking

The equivalent of consent: a couple of prickly pear margs at El Gringo.
Dig free rape porn? The Joplin Globe endeavors to give satisfaction. The Missouri paper, whose motto is apparently “It’s your girl. We deliver it,” titillated readers on May 10 (and for all I know it may do this all the time) with a […]

Marriott proposes girl ghetto

Blamer Jennifer alerted me to this gambit by Marriott to use the well-known predatory nature of men to their advantage. Marriott proposes to lure women business travelers to their crappy hotel in Grand Rapids with a ‘women-only-no-men-allowed’ floor. There will also be a women-only lounge where women can “relax over a drink without getting hit […]

OK, just one more bird post and I’m done

Purple martin hotel. Manor & Chestnut, Austin. May, 2007.
Long ago, sometime after the Jurassic wound down but before the auspicious occasion of my birth, purple martins purpled freely o’er the countryside, feasting on succulent mosquitos so that Native Americans wouldn’t have to invent DEET. Then came the European invasion, bringing, along with genocide, disease, and […]

Thrusday grackle blogging

Imagine Stingray’s surprise this morning at breakfast when an enormous carnivorous pterodactyl swooped down out of the miasma of Barton Springs Boulevard and made off with her bacon. I snapped this photo on his first attempt; as you can see, the massive animal fat content of the rasher initially proved too much for him, and […]

The (new) page of consent

There have been numerous requests to resume the interrupted “consent” discussion, on accounta the old one got ruined by attention-seeking derailers.
Ask, O ye blamers, and ye shall receive. But first a brief recap:
Noticing that the American justice system seems to regard women as existing in a perpetual state of compliance, I posed a little […]

And now, the conclusion

The kangaroo has heard the arguments, and finds against the defendant.
In future, the moderator will enforce a policy requiring that dissenting opinions clearly exhibit philosophic value. Disruption for its own sake will not be tolerated. Antifeminist comments will not be admitted into discussion. Responses to trolls will also be nuked.
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Tuesday dog fur blogging

Bert’s haunch.
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The Mandos Referendum

To blamers who frequent the I Blame the Patriarchy comments section, Mandos needs no introduction. He’s been posting here off and on for a couple of years, dancing the twinkletoe on the perilous precipice between gadfly and troll, making a nuisance of himself. Occasionally he drops in merely to deposit an ellipsis, but most often […]

The old suicide-pact gambit: “depression hurts”

Homegirl Redneck Mother, who reads the local paper so I don’t have to, has just hipped me to this astonishing bit of Texas jurisprudence: dude murders wife, confesses, says wife asked for it, and walks.
“Remember,” Redneck Mother wrote in her email, “when I commented that consent wouldn’t mitigate murder charges?”
I remembered.
“Silly me,” said Redneck Mother.
Here’s […]

I said who put all those things in your head

Susan Mitchell, writing in Salon on the oft-smirked-at phenomenon of ‘chemo-brain’, describes it nicely. Memory holes, addled wits, the “quite frequent inability to name common objects […] : ‘Book.’ ‘Envelope.’ ‘Cup.’”
And when I say she describes it nicely, I mean she is nice about it. She betrays little sense of outrage or crapulence when she […]




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