Category Archive: Art is my LIFE

That which pertains to the desperate need for self-expression.

Jun 21 2010

Did I say Monday? I meant Tuesday.

Portrait of the artist as a young wanker. St. Louis, MO, 1957. Photographer unknown. In fact, it might actually be Wednesday before I’ll be able to clear the SpinstaCalenda for Art Week.* Unforeseen circs, etc. In the meantime, I suggest that interested parties take this opportunity to consider the definitions of some of the terms …

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Jun 19 2010

Heads up! Art Week starts on Monday

Now that Science Week is over [and what did we learn? That you can’t get smart without oppressin’ somebody somewhere, that’s what. Which is hardly surprising, since (as I’ve been gently, kindly, and with the patience of Job trying to explain the Internet for the last 5 years) patriarchy isn’t just some vague academic concept …

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Apr 28 2010

Liveblogging my busy morning


Listening to NPR. Piece on Depression photographer Dorothea Lange. Lange expert describes the so-called “Destitute Mother” photograph as iconic in that the woman pictured clearly exhibits anxiety about being dirt-poor, but is also “a very beautiful woman.” The subject’s actual identity (Florence Thompson, age 32; had just sold the tires off her car to buy …

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Mar 08 2010

Blog? What? Um.


A few weeks ago I mentioned that I would be posting only intermittently, on subjects that nobody cares about, for a while. And I did not lie. To wit: This huge abstract pain is totally overpriced. Considering how easy it is to construct your own for free, out of practically nothing. Speaking of free pain, …

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Feb 22 2010

Is your pout plump enough?

lip plumper

Oh my fucking god, behold yet another story in a major American newspaper wherein the writer gets all verklempt about this wack new burlesque craze, just fifteen short years after the first quasi-transgressive hipsters disentombed it from its well-deserved mothball crypt in the misogynist perv-pile. Any excuse to interview a semi-nude chick with a stripper …

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Jan 30 2010

Spinster aunt goes to pieces

Oh no! A 40-second video of a dancing cartoon butt wreaks havoc with my neurotransmitters! Below, sent in by blamer Katie — thanks, Katie! — is the video that generated my paroxysm. According to my secretary Phil, the video is funny, but not as funny as I think it is.

Nov 14 2009

LubeWatch ’09

Unidentified terrestrial object, September 2009. Fellow heartwarming nature crappists will recall that, although spinster aunts are closely related to mushrooms (in terms of a shared propensity to sprout on rotting logs), my mycological chops are not, perhaps, as finely honed as might be considered ideal. Thus I will refrain from positively identifying this appealing, orange, …

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Oct 08 2009

Yet another reason celebrities should be spurned by polite society until they can learn to stop doing stupid shit

1975 Women-in-prison flick directed by Jonathan Demme. Tagline reads "WHITE HOT DESIRES MELTING COLD PRISON STEEL!"

1975 Women-in-prison flick directed by Jonathan Demme. Tagline reads “WHITE HOT DESIRES MELTING COLD PRISON STEEL!” Originally uploaded at IMDB Kate Harding thinks — and who but an asshole could disagree? — that it would be “superfun” to play a game called “Don’t Give Money To People Who Think Rapists Deserve Absolution, Sympathy, Freedom and …

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Sep 28 2009

“Hip, hip, hooray for BDSM!” Comment Excerpt of the Week

From the moderation queue: “I find your broad categoraization [sic] of BDSM to be rather narrow minded.” Pure poetry.* Another textbook-style internet ode to painfully silly rape-based patriarchy-reenactment boinking is probably not on your list of Great Works I Must Read Before I Die. However, the commenter I have quoted — who inconveniently signs herself …

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Sep 12 2009

Midnight horror movie baffles spinster aunt

That’s right, it’s the recent David Carradine in drag, cradling the future enfant terrible and leaving little to the imagination, junk-wise, in the film’s most tender scene.

For two days and two nights it has been raining — raining! — in Rattlesnake, TX. The Spinster HQ yella Lab puppy, Francine, is young enough that she has never seen rain before, on accounta the relentless drought which has been droughting since before she was born early this summer. Rain, however, has quickly ascended …

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