I think she's mocking how she can't fit into that mold (whether it be hip-hop, techno, etc.) and is making fun of how bad she would be if she tried.

Personally I am torn between staying up late to watch <i>What Dreams May Come</i> and never watching that movie ever again.

That documentary is amazing! I have lived in Alaska my whole life and that guy makes me ashamed that I spend all of my time inside on the computer rather than building my own cabin and MAKING MY OWN SPOONS! That guy is totally awesome.

Kelvin is the absolute zero of filters.

I meant the Beetlejuice cake!

I'm cool with Ms. Hasty's thinking that girls should not be "guilty for what guys do," based on what the girls choose to wear.

I feel very conflicted about this. On the one hand, school dress codes shouldn't be written in a way that makes girls responsible for boys behavior, and it's pretty awesome that these girls are thinking critically about the implications of the language in this policy.

I think the men's poster is supposed to be a subversion of the saying, "A woman's place is in the kitchen," not a purposeful reference to sexism among male chefs (though it's clearly tone deaf to that reality, which is another kind of problem).

My little sister goes to Princeton and is in the same eating club as the younger son. They don't seem to be friends, but she feels bad for him, so he must not be a complete dick, because my sister can be super judgmental.

Garofalo and I exchanged emails last night. I live in the MN urban district that did elect the first Muslim to Congress. I wrote Garofalo an email and resisted an urge to call him all the names I see posted here.

This!

I would like this entire row (1949-1960), please and thank you.

Lighten up, Francis.

Beautiful article, Tracy. I didn't realize until yesterday that Ramis had a hand in pretty much every single one of my favourite comedies. He really was one in a million, and he will be missed.

I'm revealing how many times I've read The Shining: There's a line in it where he's on the phone to Al, his old drinking buddy, and says, "I really bitched things up for myself."

So, okay, yeah. You could still call that misogynistically-coded language. But "whoa, Stephen King is a misogynistic victim-blamer" is not…

A little too much "I love women LOOK AT MY BOOKS!" in the middle there, but it seems sincere enough and there's no "Well, I'm sorry you took wrong." He openly admits he fucked up.

Hah, yeah, I'm sure Tabitha was not happy. His publicist is probably on him about the douchebaggery, too, however inadvertent it may have been. We'll see if there's more... he might do better to just leave it at this. You know, "Quit while you're behind."

Agreed. When you have 140 characters, you better look at the ways those character can be interpreted. I've given the wrong impression at least once by not looking at how else my words could be taken, and ended up spending way more time frantically trying to correct the misreading I set myself up for.

I took his clarification to mean he was using the word bitchery not to refer to any person involved but more like calling it a bitch of a situation.