Seska, my username on Flickr starts with an "m", and I just added you.
'Ariel'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
I am sitting at a table at the Friends School flea market. It is windy and chilly. I hope someone buys this stuff.
Good luck, Ginger.
Oh sweet hell, I've just put my signature and initials on about 25 different pieces of paper, officially submitting an offer on the house we want.
I'ma go throw up now.
Yay for throwing up! Wait, no, I meant for the other stuff.
Bitch magazine had a great post about Pete Campbell in Mad Men, which is spoilery if you haven't seen the episode. This is pursuant to the rape conversation. And I love the link, Teppy!
Good luck, Ginger!
Yay, Barb. Barfing is ok. I hope you get the house.
Bitch magazine had a great post about Pete Campbell in Mad Men, which is spoilery if you haven't seen the episode.
Unsurprisingly, the comments on that article are repellent.
Fucking MRAs.
Calm~ma and house~ma, Barb!
Wishing you houses, Barb!
That was a very well-written article. I was particularly taken with the part about respecting a woman's right to set her own boundaries, and how it's perceived if they're ignored.
I occasionally have conversations with The Boy that blow his mind, w/r/t what it's like to live as a woman. I asked him once what he does when he leaves a store alone in the evening and heads across the parking lot for his car.
"What do you mean? I go get in my car."
"I look around the lot quickly, so as not to be obvious, to see if there's anyone just sort of lurking about. I have my keys in my hand, held in a jabby-ready position. As I get closer to my car, depending on how many cars are parked around it, I make a wide berth and try to eyeball underneath the cars, as well as the row of cars on the passenger side of where I'm parked. I don't put stuff in the trunk, because I don't want to wait; I open the driver's side door, toss in my bags, get in, start the car, and drive away immediately, buckling my seat belt and locking my door as I do."
"...At the *mall*???"
"You damn betcha."