Last night as I tried to fall asleep and fight the mental advance of new items for to-do lists and silence rehearsals of difficult conversations with difficult people, one thought kept recurring in my head: Why did Scottie and Chekov have accents but Uhura didn’t?
“Those of us who stand outside the circle of this society’s definition of acceptable women; those of us who have been forged in the crucibles of difference—those of us who are poor, who are lesbians, who are Black, who are older—know that survival is not an academic skill. It is learning how to take our differences and make them strengths. For
the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change.”—
Audre Lorde, “The Master’s Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master’s House”
If there’s an antidote for internet comments, it’s her.
I’m so fucking tired of dealing with the fragile straight white male ego.
Frankly I debated even including straight because I hate my own ego, but I’m not advocating mass shootings because the womenfolk are critiquing my toys nor am I “standing with” anyone who shoots unarmed black men, so I’ve got that going for me.
Just remembered that last night I had a dream in which J. Lo was performing on television while parasailing and doing acrobatics and then puked after doing a flip in mid-air which revealed that she was lipsynching the entire time. The entire time!
In HateSong, we ask our favorite musicians, writers, comedians, actors, and so forth to expound on the one song they hate most in the world.The hater: Mary Timony has been part of some of the most consistently inventive, just plain consistent bands in the vaguely defined realm of “indie rock” since
Back when I still lived in New York, a friend of mine got me in to this label showcase performance for Elvis Costello. He hadn’t put out a “rock” record for quite a while and I really wanted to see him. I was less concerned with the new stuff, but he played a ton of his early catalog and I had a fantastic time watching him. However, his opener was this then-nobody John Mayer who played the most boring, cheesy, white boy blues/folk/rock ever and who made excruciating O-faces the whole time. The most bewildering thing about his set was that, seemingly out of nowhere, this phalanx of “hot”, semi-scantily clad young women seemed to literally rise out of the floor the second he played his first note and were doing sort of sexy, shimmy-dancing the whole time. I am pretty sure they evaporated as soon as EC took the stage. To this day I have never understood Mayer’s appeal neither sonically nor sexually. I just assume his fan base is entirely made up of women who have really internalized that a guy who’s good boyfriend material is a total dickbag who treats women like strange lands to be conquered and seems to think they’re all mystical, mysterious goddess-creatures until they aren’t giving BJs as often as he wants and then he’s out the door.
How much maintenance goes into separating your chest beard from your face beard?
Not much. I occasionally have a professional set the lower line of my face beard and then I shave below it daily, but not all the way down to the chest. There’s some sort of natural DMZ between the two.
“Dawn, listen to me, listen. I love you. I will always love you. The highest moral purpose is the achievement of your own happiness. And this is the work that I have to do.”—Ayn Rand’s Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters And make fun of our exes. Uh-uh, Uh-uh.
The man who just got out of the penitentiary can’t believe how much this town has changed since he was in and asked me to smoke a joint with him while I wait for my pizza from the DC Slices truck. When I said no to the pot and then to the margarita he may have had in a thermos, he said, “That’s okay, GQ, I can tell—you gonna get yourself some pussy tonight.”