The view from my balcony, November 27 2012.

View from my balcony Nov 27th

Saw a rosy gleam through the window and opened the balcony door to reveal this spectacular dawn light.  My camera wasn’t good enough to capture it really.


Radical feminist does not equal vegan

To those who think all radical feminists are statutorily required to be vegans or forever relegated to less-than, Not Entirely Serious About Feminism status:

Read this link here. 

It’s more liberal-ish than my take on the subject would be, but it pretty much sums up my argument.

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Brilliant analysis of why the middle class hate the poor.

the void

There is nothing more vile than the rich lecturing the rest of us about what it means to be poor.  Whether it comes from a chinless failure like IDS, who sponges off his wife’s wealth, or a liberal hack like Deborah Orr, who sponges off her husband’s book royalties, it is the most contemptible trait of the so called chattering classes that they think they know anything at all about our lives.

Couched as it is in crass liberal piety, Deborah Orr’s column in The Guardian today exposes the truth about what fake left liberals truly think of those who haven’t reached their latte slurping heights.  The concept of the deserving and undeserving poor is just as entrenched amongst humous guzzling Clapham (or in Orr’s care, edgy Stockwell) yummy mummys and flash daddys as it is in any Knightsbridge drinking club.

Orr has deigned to speak of the lower classes…

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The worst curse I can think of

Revenge of the Goldfish

Revenge of The Goldfish, by Sandy Skoglund, 1981. Source

  • May there be something gritty in your lip balm.
  • May it make your lips gritty every time you put some lip balm on.
  • May you try to rub the grit off onto a paper towel or something, only to find the grit more deeply embedded in the balm than before.
  • May you try to scrape off the grit with a knife, taking off a big chunk of balm, and think you got the grit out, only to discover the next time you apply the balm to your lips that your lips were still gritty from the last application of gritty lip balm and now your stick of lip balm is all gritty again.
  • May this be the last stick of lip balm in the entire house.

Quote of the Day: Rights vs. privileges

Barbara Aubin

Roar of a Tumbling Sea Wave, Barbara Aubin, 1959. Source

These over-privileged, whiny little assholes who’ve never had to deal with any sort of serious infringement upon their rights (even if we conceive of the term “rights” broadly to include life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness, a big house, a pure-bred Labrador, unlimited micro-brews, a big-ass truck, a higher salary than their talent and skills warrant, more social prestige than their worth as human beings can account for, and the freedom to act like Larry the Cable guy and then ask people to take their points of view seriously) have come to see their privileges as rights, and to use language that ought to be reserved for decrying the most egregious of abominations to defend those privileges. They think they have a “right” to say/publish/broadcast whatever hateful, demagogic bullshit comes into their Coors Light-saturated cortexes, but are totally unwilling to take the rights of those affected by what they’ve said/published/broadcast into account…

And don’t even get me started on MRAs. Those motherfuckers think that their “rights” are in danger every time someone sneezes.

— Nine Deuce, from this excellent blog post which everybody in the world should go read right now.