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Sunday blame-up: the week in woman-hating

Chile con queso: one of the few gloppy pleasures left to me.
There’s such a great, reeking snotglob of misogyny writhing and pulsating in my inbox right now I’m not sure I can contain it; it could blow any second.
I first knew something was awry when, as I sauntered gaily into my office this morning with […]

New spamulator alert

I baked this macaroni & cheese while not watching The Big Game.
Afer complaints piled up about the mathulator and, more recently, about the secret passwordulator, I’m testing out a yet another question-response anti-spam plugin. It appeals to me because, in addition to foiling spambots, it is designed to ensure that the commenter has at least […]

The Sarah Silverman Program isn’t funny

This post about TV is really just an excuse to publish a picture of cake. Coconut cake.
The older I get, the lower the altitude at which are flying the fucks I give about pop culture. It’s true! I don’t listen to The Shins. I haven’t seen “Borat,” and have made no plans to do so. […]

What I had for lunch

Tuna on wheat: a fixed and unalterable point in the space-time continuum
What other people are saying about their lunch:
“At Bob’s urging, I just made my lunch for tomorrow.”
— Willa
“I had a Pizza McPuff at MCdonald’s but did not have any fun as I has to study after that!!! :((”
— Prateek Saxena at Lunch is Fun […]

Public Cans of Austin: Blue Star Cafeteria

It is a comfort to know that, in the event of a sudden torrent, the can designated for use at Blue Star Cafeteria by people who identify or are identified as women is equipped with a handy drain.
Although it is a restaurant, the Blue Star Cafeteria isn’t a cafeteria. Naturally this is both distressing and […]

Blamer brain trust alert 2

I wanted grouper, but the Fish Man stuck the fillet under my nose and said, “You don’t want this whiffy piece of crap. Have the halibut.” So I did, and glazed it with red wine, ginger, and Major Grey chutney.
Blaming pedagogue M writes in with this request:
“I’m trying to track down a good reading, article-length, […]

So long, Stinktown

Remember a couple of days ago when I said I’d be splitting for a couple of days but I never left? Well, this time I’m off to Scramsville for sure. Here’s a thanksgiving dinner to tide you over the weekend. See ya Monday. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
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Twisty’s Feminist Media Literacy Korner

Unrelated rich people food-du-jour: bacon cheeseburger at Phil’s Ice House
I had to come out of my two-day retirement to bring you this breaking news. Here, from amNewYork, is an actual headline:
“Skinny girls to blame for late trains?”
It’s not really a question, but if it were, the answer would be “heck yeah!” According to amNewYork’s expert […]

Plus ça change

Because il n’y plus de nouveau sous le soleil, my dinner was again assorted vegetables sauced with a mixture of white wine, cornstarch, sugar, and a tablespoon of everything in my fridge that has a Japanese or Chinese label. Brown rice for the colon!
After receiving a hot tip that the tabloidical NY Daily News was […]

Public Cans of Austin: El Gringo

Stingray calls this “western kitsch,” but I fail to see what’s so kitschy about a gold spray-painted horseshoe.
I-35 runs down the middle of Austin, a cee-ment ribbon of apartheid segregating the populace according to caste. On the west side, which is never called “the West Side,” is the university, the Whole Foods, the horrid […]




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