Archive for August, 2007



A selection of open letters, one of which is not like the others

Of course you care what I had for lunch: a spinach and goat cheese crepe with caramelized onion and tomato from Flip Happy Crepes.
To the two 6th St. joggers who ducked into Whole Foods, made for the produce section, proceeded to cool themselves by rolling cucumbers over their sweaty B.O. hides, and then put the […]

The right to choose mini-storage

Blamer Maria sends in this link to a photo of a Manhattan billboard. The billboard advertises mini-storage. It has a picture of a wire clothes hanger and the words “Your closet space is shrinking as fast as her right to choose.”
It’s delightful the way the hanger image is a sort of visual double-entendre. Abortion, closet […]

Cancer sampler

I was mucking out the Twisty Archive of Abandoned Projects when I came across this funky and anomalous object. “Oh yeah,” I said. “That thing!”
It’s a self-portrait in cancerbroidery, incompleted a summer ago as I recuperated from, and felt compelled to represent in a medium with which I was entirely unfamiliar, assorted barbaric cancer cures. […]

HateWatch 2007: South Africa

Are your horizons unbroad? Your existence eked out within a 5-mile radius of your living room? Your perspectives tinted by your position on the geopolitical map? Well, that’s what I’m here for. I bring you a nugget of horror to remind you that being a woman isn’t just about the right to a disfiguring boob […]

Enboobening the needy for the benefit of all: another episode in the normalization of prostitution

Internet pornographer Jason Gunstra’s desk accessories. Video capture from Yahoo!News “People of the Web: Hooter Heaven.”
Hurricane Erin is watering my lawn for me today, freeing me up to read wonderful things on the internet. Like the heartwarming story about another guy who pimps women on his “social website.” A true choice and master spirit of […]

My ‘PMS Disaster Level’: High

Vincent Price’s dessicated spouse Morella rises from the dead to kill the adult daughter on whose account she died in childbirth. From Roger Corman’s Tales of Terror, 1963. Photographed off the tube from my sickbed August 10, 2007.
Yesterday’s post — on pop culture’s ceaseless efforts to spawn pods of misogyny in every crevice — focused […]

Plucky gal parlays terminal illness into book, movie deal

Photo from TLC “The Life Lens” Documentary series.
It just shows to go ya, if you slap the word ’sexy’ on it, you can sell anything. Even “seemingly tragic” stage 4 cancer!
[Gracias, scrappyBadger]
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Are you a fake feminist?

Because I am a pore bedridden invalid flyin’ high on pseudoephedrine, I took the backward Are you a feminist? quiz. Unlike some of the dudes deemed “100% feminist” by the auto-bot, I scored a pitiful 50%. I would’ve scored a 0, but I just wasn’t up to articulating my argument against each point. But at […]

Sneezes are just as good as orgasms: discuss

My young blood relative Finn swats a piñata at her second birthday. It was at this very party that various opportunistic microbes chose to jump from some sick kid’s nose into the guacamole that I eventually ate, forcing me to take to my bed for the past 5 days. Pictured on the piñata are The […]

I heart my iPhone

Me, the only old bat down at Spinster Aunt HQ without an iPhone? As if.
It arrived two days ago. The Fed-Ex dude rang my doorbell about 30 times.
“I’m sure glad you were home,” he said. You’ve never seen a Fed-Ex dude exude such emotion. You’d have thought he was delivering a baby or the Sermon […]




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