Ah, it's Caitlin Flanagan. That explains so much.
'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
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:
- How I Live Now by Meg Rosoff
- A Step from Heaven by An Na
- The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie
- Feed by M.T. Anderson
- Monster by Walter Dean Myers
- Looking for Alaska by John Green
- King Dork by Frank Portman
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.
And he was your Spinal Tap date! So cute!
I KNOW! And he and my brother used to play D & D together.
Crazy how small the world is sometimes! for real.
I am powerless over my need to be a wiseass in Salon Letters.
(googles for Kundera quotation...)
If you meet a madman who says that he is a fish and that we are all fishes, do you take off your clothes to show him that you do not have fins?