since much of her writing centers around raising her kids, I haven’t
been terribly interested in her stuff. Until today, when I read her piece about girls magazines in the Opinion Journal. Good column, but the payoff was the reference to slam poet Taylor Mali.
Up to now, I blew off slam poets as paleface rapper wanna-bes with no
music, groupies, or bling-bling. Dude, was I wrong. No rapper ever
"I mean, you¹re a teacher, Taylor," he says.
"Be honest. What do you make?"
And I wish he hadn’t done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.
Consider me slammed.
These questions seem like they should have been in the lesson, not the homework. It seems like they’re trying to teach me something new.
Get used to it, Twinkie. Homework is supposed to teach you something.
wise up, because apparently it’s time to say enough is enough; the
ridicule of men must stop. The pendulum of power has swung too far into
the female corner and you must stand up and assert your right to
But then it veers off into goofiness
is the “dawning of the Age of M-ness”….M-ness (also known as my-ness)
is defined thus: a masculinity that defines the best of traditional
manliness (strength, honour, character) with positive traits
traditionally associated with females (nurturance, communicativeness,
co-operation). A lifestyle that emphasises higher-quality emotional and
physical pleasures, male pleasures, that come from knowing oneself and
and makes the astonishing claim that
will never return to 1950s patriarchy — the genie cannot be put back in
the bottle, thank God — men must redefine masculinity to accommodate
who they are today.
Somebody reassure the coeds in Baghdad about this.
Fortunately, the article contains it’s best one-line review on the first page: “What a load of bollocks”.
can’t think of a worse way to make science more attractive than by a
stepped-up attack on God, ghosts and the Loch Ness monster. People
perceive (correctly) that "skeptic" types (a group which, in my
experience, has minimal overlap with real scientists) use science as a
club to attack the sensibilities of others and aggrandize themselves. I
want people to think of science as something that makes the world
richer and fuller, not thinner and bleaker.
I would really like all the creationists and big-E evolutionists to just STFU. Good advice for some of those wacky supersymmetry theorists, too.
Tips from the InstaPundit and the ever-surprising One Hand Clapping.
On the other hand, perhaps I can become a Poor Oppressed
Minority Group Member and start a movement for gringo rights. (First
campaign: Loudly protest the institution of vegetarian chili*
as antithetical to North American–gringo and Tejano–cultural
heritage. Get away from my supper, you po-mo multi-culti tranzi
*Actually, the recipes sound pretty good, but that spicy vegetable soup ain’t chili.