Yeah, but good thing he spotted it, too.
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I also pranked Emmett's godmother in high school when we traveled to the Columbia Scholastic Press Fair thingie. I conspired with our teacher/mentor, Mr. Arnett, to convince her that we'd stumbled upon a small folk club where James Taylor and Joni Mitchell did a surprise set. We even worked up a handbill and a signed setlist. It was beautiful watching her stew at this missed once-in-a-lifetime moment and try to act like she didn't care and she'd much rather have gone to the folk art exhibit.
Bastards. :)
Yeah, but good thing he spotted it, too.
Oh, hell yeah. I'm pretty sure the Harvard School of Pederasty wouldn't have been all that amused.
Timelies all!
Kinda glad I'm not going in to work tomorrow, even though I doubt anyone will try to prank me.(My flight to Toronto is at 3 tomorrow, and I decided to take the whole day off, since the time was available.)
I thought this was an interesting article (NY Times, registration required), and definitely going to hit some buttons, but it's really stirring people up.
I think the Waldman essay is, as the second link notes, sort of sour grapes. Oh, so the author-wife of a prize winning author has sex and is still madly in love with her husband? How those diamond shoes must pinch.
I'm not shocked. She's taking a lot of abuse for anything and everything she says over at Salon, too, and it doesn't seem proportionate to what she's actually musing about.
I thought it was an interesting essay.
But some of the abuse is so stupid.
So she wrote a confessional piece? And bloggery types, kings of confessional writing, find it odd.
Okay.
Or perhaps they are upset because their confessional writing never makes it to the NYT.
I thought it was interesting too. I know not of spouse love, nor offspring love, so I can't compare her feelings to mine.
I do wonder about her kids reading it eventually, though.
I'm trying to think of portrayals in fiction where the mother espouses more dedication to her spouse than her kids -- I can only recall instances in which there's sexual abuse, and she's letting it happen. Picking kids over spouse happens much more often, but then again -- you're supposed to protect them.