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Well, I haven’t posted much about politics lately, as I’ve been much more wrapped up in my own little world to pay attention to who’s playing what card (race, age, offshore drilling, tire pressure).

Although the boyfriend pointed out–to my great amusement–that at the biker rally where McCain drew so much ire for objectifying his wife, he also asked the crowd if they were tired of paying $4 a gallon for gas. This, of course, was AFTER he encouraged them to rev their engines to show their enthusiasm.

But enough about that. More about me. Read the rest of this entry »

In reading Salon’s fantastic article defending the casual hookup (particularly from the women’s perspective), a friend of mine pointed out the jaw-dropping abstinence slogan “There’s No Condom for the Heart.” Forthwith, a collaboration with my dear friend Pants, in promoting additional slogans for the movement:

10. Don’t Have Sex: You’re Probably Not That Good At It

9. The Best Birth Control is Shame

8. God is Watching, and He Says You’re Doing It Wrong

7. That’s Not What We Mean By “Missionary”

6. Who Would Jesus Do? Not You. Or Anyone. But Especially Not You.

5. Christ Didn’t Die for Our Sins So You Could Settle for a 6

4. We Protect the Unborn, But After That You’re On Your Own [with apologies to George Carlin]

3. Go F**k Yourself. But You Didn’t Hear That From Me.

2. Sex Ed? Don’t Ask, Because We Won’t Tell.

And the number one best new abstinence slogan we could come up with:

1. If God Wanted You to Get Pregnant, He’d Do It Himself

CA bans trans fats. I’m going to Disneyland McDonald’s!

(I mean, someone has to keep them from going under.)

No, this is not a lame LiveJournal meme. Not that I didn’t do my fair share of those before I abandoned LJ (I love you all but I don’t care what you had for breakfast).

A while back, I read a post about this article on Broadsheet. It’s about the personality of cities, and the people in them. I continue to fail at the #1 successful blog requirement of being timely, but when it comes time to care about how this blog performs, I’m moving it to a server where I can host AdSense anyways. Read the rest of this entry »

I finally understand what that No Doubt album title means!

So I was at a party with my 42-year-old boyfriend a few weeks ago, keeping my mouth shut while 30-something women complained about younger women stealing all the older men, and one of them brought up a new concept to me: the Saturn return.

Apparently this is a concept in astrology pointing out that Saturn takes about 29ish years to orbit the sun, and so every 29ish years, it returns to the place in your birth chart where it was when you were born, and causes all sorts of upheaval in your life.

Now let me state upfront that I am an equal-opportunity skeptic. Read the rest of this entry »

From the San Francisco Chronicle:

FEMA, which administers the National Flood Insurance Program, has spent almost $1 billion since 2003 so far to modernize its maps, which Buckley said are for insurance purposes, not to indicate people are safe.

Of course. Because really, which one is more important?

I may have to give up one of my favorite mildly guilty pleasures:’s advice column Dear Prudence, written by Emily Yoffe. It’s been my regular Thursday midmorning snack break for a couple of years now, and though I’ve found her a tad socially conservative for my taste on some issues, hey, I’m not an advice columnist. To each her own.

But her column this week actually had me shaking mad. It appears that Prudie has either a) been kidnapped and replaced by Phyllis Schlafly, or b) started writing her columns from the 1950s. Read the rest of this entry »

If you’ve found this page, you are either here by mistake or you’re my mother. (Hi mom!) In which case, please allow me to rick roll you.

Apparently there’s a better place for stress and bottled-up creativity, if that’s what this is, than my shoulders, which ache like an old lady’s. On the advice of my fabulous hippie energy healer (if you had any remaining doubt, I live in San Francisco), I have finally given in and started the world’s 834,637,206,752,194th blog. I expect this to be more useful as a creative outlet than a journal for three reasons:

1. I can’t even read my own handwriting anymore.

2. The off chance that other people may read this will force me to edit it.

3. I don’t feel that I’ll really be able to relate to my peers until I’ve been publicly embarrassed by something I posted on here.