We let my daughter watch one hour of Sesame Street every morning. She loves it, especially when they start talking Abby Cababby.
So this morning, there’s no Sesame Street. It’s a weekend. She goes up to the TV and start banging on it and whining. Fortunately, Sue had DVR’d an episode.
Nine months old and she’s already a couch potato.
I am very acrophobic. Which is, i guess, why this fascinates me.
I’ve been meaning to post on this for a while. Last week, I read about Naomi Wolf making one of the only real arguments I’ve seen against porn, essentially saying that men will lose interest in real women when confronted with silicon perfection.
The young women who talk to me on campuses about the effect of pornography on their intimate lives speak of feeling that they can never measure up, that they can never ask for what they want; and that if they do not offer what porn offers, they cannot expect to hold a guy. The young men talk about what it is like to grow up learning about sex from porn, and how it is not helpful to them in trying to figure out how to be with a real woman. Mostly, when I ask about loneliness, a deep, sad silence descends on audiences of young men and young women alike. They know they are lonely together, even when conjoined, and that this imagery is a big part of that loneliness. What they don’t know is how to get out, how to find each other again erotically, face-to-face.
So Dworkin was right that pornography is compulsive, but she was wrong in thinking it would make men more rapacious. A whole generation of men are less able to connect erotically to women—and ultimately less libidinous.
I have to disagree here.
Everyone goes into sex with very little knowledge, no matter how much they’ve read or watched. Half the fun is learning what your partner likes (and what you like). Quit fucking whining, drunk some fucking wine and do some fucking fucking.
I know a few women who’ve been around and have encountered men who expect them to act like porn stars. They’re rare. Most men are perfectly happy with ordinary sex, including those who consume massive volumes of porn.
OK. Who had Lindsey Lohan in the pool for the first celebuskank to officially pose nude.
First we had Paris’ leaked tape. Then Britney’s “accidental” flash. Then Vanessa Hudgens joined the fun. There’s a progression here. It’s now only a matter of who will be the first to do a major release X-rated film with a rhinoceros.
The more I hear about the NIU shooter, the less sense it makes. I’m sure people will zero in on his having given up anti-depressants. That may have had something to do with this. But common sense tells us that drug withdrawal doesn’t cause this. By every account, he was the opposite of the fucker who shot up VT. He had a girlfriend, a future, reasons to live.
We try to make sense of these things. We can understand when someone with no friends and/or mental problems does somethijng horrible. And I’m guessing something will come out that will explain this. But I doubt anything will make me stop scratching my head and wondering what the hell happened.
Yes, the war is over. The format war that is. Toshiba is ending HD-DVD, which means Blu Ray wins the high def disc wars just in time to become obsolete in favor of high-def downloads. Clearly, the credit here goes to the Democrats.
I’m curious if anyone I know actually has one of these schtumaks. I’m disinclined to buy my DVD library again. I recently saw a demo of Kingdom of Heaven Blu Ray vs DVD. It was a little more instructive than the usual comparison, which involves a terrible DVD transfer. I was not that impressed. Blu-Ray was better, but not that much better.
The site was done for a while due to wordpress problems. My baby brother fixed it and everything is copacetic. So a long delayed LINKORAMA is due.
I used to imagine this sort of thing. But how backward are they in the Netherlands that they still refer to a radio as a “ghetto blaster”?
As much as I sometimes sound like a member of the Andrew Sullivan Fan Club For Straight Men both here and at RTLC, sometimes he gets on my nerves, such as when he approving links to an Elle article so vapid and self-centered, it drives me to blog.
The article, by Min Lieskovsky, is all about how much she loves dating male models, how she’s like totally done like SIX of the top models, how she’s like soooo hot and went to like Harvard and so on.
Good grief. The thing reads like a better-educated version of the head cheerleader’s diary. Are all women’s magazines this empty-headed?
Part of this pattern could have to do with female empowerment and progress, but the rest simply has to do with the beautiful, half-naked men who emblazon city buses, subways, and billboards—the ones who I can point to and say, “Dated him,” or, “Made out with that one,” as I jog past in a tattered sweatsuit. Besides, the relationships I have in my midtwenties probably won’t pan out. Most of the time, when they end, I think, What an ass. If it’s going to turn out like that anyway, I’d rather it be a fine-looking ass.
Well, Min, maybe if you weren’t such a vapid superficial self-centered twat, you’d be in better relationships.
I’m not being sexist, here, I don’t think. If Scott Baio wrote an article about how much he loved dating Playboy models, I’d probably do a bit more than rant about it — I’d punch him in the face. I never understood this aspect of “feminism” — that somehow women being as vapid and superficial as men is “empowering”. I thought it was a bad thing when men dated women based soley on their breast size.
But it’s that last line that gets me. Am I the only person in America who doesn’t hate his ex-girlfriends? The most I’ll do is look back at some woman I was interested in where it didn’t work out and say, “Boy, dodged a bullet there.” I asked my wife if this was a female thing and she said that she didn’t despise her ex’s either, she just didn’t want to see them anymore.
I’d completely forgotten about this site. I keep expecting a picture of me to show up.
As the bag, smartasses.
I’m not surprised.
Why should I review the year when Dave Barry does it so much better?
2007 was a good year, as far as I’m concerned. My Braves and Packers had good years. The Bulldogs were fantastic. Gridlock reigned in Washington while hope began to appear in Iraq. Despite mortgage collapses and oil, the economy kept going.
Really, any year that humanity manages to stumble through and still be intact is a good one. We had problems in Burma and Kenya and Iraq and the Sudan. But things are still better than they’ve ever been. And hope spring eternal.
For me, personally, it was the best year of my life. For one reason — I became a dad. Abby is highlight of my life so far. I’m on the brink of being out of astronomy — I’m about to go to 20 hours pay for 40+ hours work because my grants are almost exhausted. But she makes everything better.
My 2007 and 2006 predictions are beyond the spam event horizon. So I can’t review those. But here are my bold predictions for 2008 (Note: I wrote this before Obama’s triumph in Iowa). I’m in a hopeful optimistic mood right now. I don’t know why.
But you know what? I’d rather be wrong on Obama than right on Hillary.
In terms of quality, however, I feel a good year coming on. Let’s just hope Crystal Skull doesn’t disappoint.