Escaped the 100-degree heat in Portland this weekend with a trip to blessed air conditioning to see Kung Fu Panda. And while you can't escape its exploitive racial sterotyping and fat-phobia, it did provide a good takeaway lesson for my 8-year-old daughter.
For months now, articles about our "hook-up culture" have touted the fact that teens have been engaging in oral and anal sex instead of vaginal sex so that they can still call themselves virgins. The trouble is, it turns out that so-called fact is actually a myth.
Things that are pissing me off today: Lynndie England is blaming the media for printing the photos taken at Abu Ghraib of Iraqi prisoners being tortured. According to an AP piece, she acknowledges that after the photos of the atrocities were exposed, the Iraqi insurgency picked up. Here's her quote:
"Yeah, I took the photos but I didn't make it worldwide.
Peeing on a stick has become a rite of passage for both those struggling to get pregnant and those who would rather not find themselves with child at this time. Last year's two hot procreation films, Juno and Knocked Up both had scenes taking advantage of that universal feeling of anticipation and/or anxiety we feel when waiting for that little window to display its character.
Tina Fey's return to the Weekend Update chair included a big dollop of support for Hillary Clinton along with an argument for taking back the word bitch. This could only have been better if she'd held up a copy of Bitch magazine!
Feminists who are also vegan aren't having the best time of it lately. In Our Fair City of Portland, the nation's first vegan strip club has opened. Casa Diablo features a faux-meat-rich Mexican menu and a slate of mostly vegetarian and vegan dancers who are prohibited from wearing leather, silk, or wool (now that sounds itchy).
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Peeing on a stick has become a rite of passage for both those struggling to get pregnant and those who would rather not find themselves with child at this time. Last year's two hot procreation films, Juno and Knocked Up both had scenes taking advantage of that universal feeling of anticipation and/or anxiety we feel when waiting for that little window to display its character.
