Faith ,'End of Days'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh, and GC (and anyone else who loves the YA lit) there was apparently a story on YA in the Atlantic where the author of the piece declared that she "hated" YA novels, but extolled the Sparkly Vampires for "its careful treatment of sexuality and relationships."
It's over at mediabistro and Jason invites people to post/contact him with their opinions. [link]
In her mind, she's got her second chance with the love of her life
Barb, please allow me to beat your mother over the head with not only her failed marriage (which really should be the giant honkin' cluestick she needs), but mine. And a few others I can think of.
{{{{Barb}}}}
Also, {{{{beth b & Matt}}}} I'm so sorry. Losing a pet is always so hard, and grieving is such an individual process.
Ah, it's Caitlin Flanagan. That explains so much.
Thanks j.
And yeah, amych? Do tell? Not familiar with her at all. After reading the essay, I can understand why.
Oh boy. I'll counter with some of the YA novels that I read in the class I took this quarter that I thoroughly enjoyed:
lisah, I'll look. Facebook is all weird and foreign to me, and I pretty much only go there to confirm friends requests and maybe send somebody a virtual corset or fluffy petticoat.
lisah, I'll look. Facebook is all weird and foreign to me, and I pretty much only go there to confirm friends requests and maybe send somebody a virtual corset or fluffy petticoat.
Evidently you lived with someone in college who was a junior hhigh/high school friend of my brother's who I had a crush on and went on a date with to see This is Spinal Tap ! I haven't seen him in oh, about, 25 years or more and he just friended me the other day. I noticed under Mutual Friends that he was already friends with another old friend of my brothers, which made sense, and YOU!
Flanagan is fairly notorious for completely retrograde women's-lifestyle-ish essays -- girls who put out are just whores, we all really secretly want to be housewives, no mother should ever work (even though I have full-time nannies and household staff), that sort of thing -- but seems to think that the fact that it's in the New Yorker or the Atlantic makes it witty and daring and speaking-truth-to-power in a way it wouldn't be coming from camp fundie.
This is a pretty decent (and recent) rundown of the more outrageous: [link] but a good googling will turn up a fair bit of both eyerolling and teeth-gnashing.
Oh, yeah, him! One of my good friends started dating him right at the end of her freshman year/his sophomore year, and they thrashed their way through a bunch of complicated growing up and sorting themselves and each other out. When they started dating he was scary-smart and a fantastic underachiever, and by graduation he was a scary-smart overachiever being wooed by graduate psych departments all over the country. And now they're married, with three boys.
And he was your Spinal Tap date! So cute!
I got to play RockBand over Thanksgiving. I was starting to get pretty good at the drums!
grins at d. come ovah. Soonish.