Day: July 27, 2006

My Poor Baby

Thunderstorms terrify Junebug. And we’re in the midst of one now, one that had VERY CLOSE lightning and VERY LOUD thunder. Presumably, something got hit, because there were sirens shortly after the reeeeeealllly loud thunderclap. Nowhere is safe enough, of…

My, What a Prophetic Headline

Apparently, there’s been quite a hue and cry over this magazine cover. It’s a parenting magazine. With a nursing baby on the cover. And OH MY GOD IT’S A BREAST! A BREAST! The cover story? “Why Women Don’t Nurse Longer.”…

Vanity Blogging

The antibiotics thing is nothing new, by the way. I’m pretty absent-minded in general. My best ever absentmindedness story is this: One semester, my day started at ten in the morning Monday through Thursday. On Friday, however, I had a…

Oh, No! My Boyfriend’s Fat!

It’s time for another Cary Tennis column! Actually, while I usually think Cary gives crappy non-advice, I do think he got this one right. First, the letter: Dear Cary, Currently I’m dating a man who just won’t leave my consciousness,…

It’s tomorrow morning.

They haven’t yet told me when. I’m actually a little anxious about releasing my postoperative body into my care. That’s not weird, is it? I found out this morning that I have even more reason to worry. My doctor prescribed…

Many Happy Returns of the Day

Speaking of disability, accomodation, and social support, the Chronicle has been reporting on the death toll from our little heat wave: The Great Heat Wave of 2006 was not just an epic meteorological event — it was an epochal one,…

Pervert-ass pervert!

Hee hee hee. I saw Small-Town Gay Bar at the Frameline Film Festival. It contains an interview with Phelps Himself. The filmmaker described him as, “Your grandfather meets Hitler.” Oh, and hat tip to belledame, who pointed me to it.

Pron is Dead! Long Live Pron!

I’m sorry to put you all off your breakfast (hot links?), but I just had to draw everyone’s attention to the dadaist smut cluttering our comments threads: celebrities i lay there like a piece of meat, being seen to by…

The Vulnerability of the Aged

There’s a weird story developing here in New York involving charges that Brooke Astor’s son is robbing her blind while failing to provide her with proper care. Mrs. Astor is very, very old — 104 — and was diagnosed with…