Flea

The Bridge.

I am a slave to my Netflix queue. At some point, and I’m not exactly sure what happened, a series of rules developed that I seem to be completely unable to break. The most inflexible rule is that when a movie is added to the queue, it cannot be moved. New releases are allowed to [...]

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Maggie Gyllenhaal Does Not Give a Flying Fuck What You Think.

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Christian Fundamentalists Hate America and Want Us All to Die.

Three organizations for self-loathing Gays have decided to band together to collectively lower the IQs of children across Maryland by petitioning the school board to keep the Education part of Sex Education out of public schools. Specifically, they seem to be objecting mainly to the idea that will be floated past Baltimore 8th and 10th [...]

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Bloody Hell.

When you dream about anthropomorphising an STD, as we all do from time to time, what does yours look like? Mine looks like this. Aside: I thought I’d take a good long browse through all the available Google images of Pete Doherty, but there that one popped up on the first page of the search, [...]

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America’s National Pastime: Lying to Ourselves.

Update: emj has found the link to the article that set me off. I should have known it was related to Abstinence-Only education. What else could cling to fantasy so doggedly? I wish I could remember where I read this. Yesterday I was surfing around and clicked on a link somebody put up. I don’t [...]

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All Your Genitalia Are Belong to Us.*

Hello again, everybody! I’m flea. I post primarily at One Good Thing, but I also blog about sex at Neal Pollack’s Offsprung and write book reviews for my own site, Books Are Pretty, and at Dawn Price’s Sure Woman. But that’s not enough, I don’t think, so here I am again, prepared to gross you [...]

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Little Girls Are Natural Nurturers.

Oh, it’s true. Put away your angry typing fingers – it’s true and we all know it. Why fight it anymore? Out here in the vast wasteland of suburbia, the lives of little girls are one long, sticky, pink blur. But it’s very important, because they have to look pretty to catch husbands, and they [...]

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Why I’m Here, Probably.

Last month, Jill and I were having an email discussion about a blogger she linked to who wrote a post about having to choose to terminate a much-wanted pregnancy. The blogger was a man, upon whom the burden of choice had fallen because his wife was dying, and she was considered no longer capable of [...]

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Friday Fluff.

Tonight, after the kids are in bed, I’m going to lie down on the sofa if front of the TV with a Netflix copy of Pan’s Labyrinth. And I will fall asleep fifteen minutes into it. And nobody is going to stop me. Before I do that, I have an axe to grind with my [...]

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My Beloved’s Garden

Reader Anne sent me an email yesterday. “I don’t know if you’ve seen this,” she wrote, “but you’ve got some serious competition.” Because I am evil, and my heart is shriveled and blackened from being barbequed on Satan’s gas grill during Hell’s annual Memorial Day Cookout last year (the devil is notorious for ruining perfectly [...]

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Dangerous Book for Boys

It is with great trepidation that I wade back into reviewing another gendered book about children. The last time I did this, (and for the same publisher, too – Hello, HarperCollins publicist, Felicia Sullivan!) I reviewed a book called Home Team Advantage, a book about the importance of getting mothers involved as sports coaches for [...]

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