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?
Sox, insent to profile addy. Have a question for you.
backflung Nicole! more to come too.
Well, I have to say, proper lifting procedures mean the world. I appear to have no lingering soreness. I was stiff and feeling weird last night, but that may well have been due to dehydration. Usually I drink 20oz of filtered water that I bring from home, then refill it out of their tap (adding a single packet of Crystal Lite and some potassium) plus whatever beverage at supper. Due to all the excitement, plus some outings that happened earlier in the shift, I got home with about a third of the original water still in the bottle.
I am very bad. Having grilled cheese and french fries for lunch.
Caitlin Flanagan is like Mo Dowd with a serious(though homemade) bug up her ass. Which is funny, cause I thought that about Maureen, too. Maybe we're lucky MD stayed single.
But now that she's in Sparkle Fang Nation, I never have to take Flanagan seriously ever again, except to flick my hair like Cordy and snort "What's your childhood drama?"ETA:(Joel McHale) Cool Story, Salon Columnist!(/McHale)
GC, yeah, "Part Time Indian" rocks, hard. Love it!
