Over all, it’s a show that reminds you that the sexual revolution is a done deal, that few women today see sex as a bargaining chip in a bid for commitment, and that gender parity tends to go along with more sex. You can see that as a tradeoff or as a benefit, but studies have shown it to be true: societies in which the sexes are more equal are societies in which people have more sex.
Girls Will Be Girls (New Yorker)
My subconscious was obviously stewing over this essay last night…I woke up with a mashup of Beyoncé’s Run the World (Girls) and Missy Elliott’s Get Ur Freak On in my head.
I’m fascinated by Carrie Brownstein and Fred Armisen’s “devoted platonic relationship” as portrayed in the New Yorker this week.
Also, why have I never listened to Sleater-Kinney before?
“Why isn’t last week’s New Yorker here yet?!!!”
Me, 10 minutes ago.
Turns out that our subscription expired last week, and I did such a good job requesting that they stop sending me promotional materials that they couldn’t ask me to renew! First world problems.
My first submission ever to the weekly New Yorker caption contest.
Me: But you can’t swear in the New Yorker.
CR: It’s not swearing, it’s the technical term.
Young people discovering their identity and their desires need a zone of privacy where they can be who they are, perhaps in the company of another human being, without feeling that somebody else might be tweeting it, filming it, or blogging about it, or that maybe they themselves ought to be—there’s such a thing as violating your own privacy, too. The unobserved life is so totally worth living.
Behind the anti-gay bullying (New Yorker)
Is the quality of this quote cancelled out by the fact that I am blogging it?







