The equation of “violence against women” with “domestic violence” is reminding me of the concept creep that’s been pointed out recently re: emotional labor. Some of that concept creep has entailed a useful broadening of focus, but it’s easy to slide into a situation in which “emotional labor” = “work women do” in the…

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I’m not sure if this makes me a member of the coastal elite (we say “gender”) and/or secretly 13 years old, but the phrase “All Sex Bathrooms” made me giggle. “They’re passing laws so that we can only use bathrooms for sex!”

How is this fucker still practicing medicine?

This is the better mansize:

She’s also the “Nostradamus of your shame,” don’t forget.

That header photo does make me think it would be wonderful to have a glowing sentient mushroom democratically elected to high office, instead of the current reject-bin mushroom.

Thank you for the clarification re: Bhad Bhabie. I wasn’t sure if it was Bad Baby or Bad Barbie with a Boston accent.

How about instead of self-serving attempts at comebacks, we hear from men who have harassed or assaulted and are actually trying to do reparative work on an individual and social level? More things like The Feminist on Cellblock Y, please, instead of cynical grabs for readership.

In concept this brings to mind The Basketball Article, a short book by Anne Waldman and Bernadette Mayer in which the two of them, experimental poets who aren’t particularly into basketball, write about going to basketball games. All of this is to say, I want more sports journalism like this.

This parent also cosigns the recommendation of Sex Is a Funny Word.

oh Jennifer Lawrence we love you get up

At the end of the article there’s a link to the Air Force’s medical division, which is what I was referring to here.

It amuses me that the Air Force’s website has sleep recommendations. Government websites are strange treasure troves of information.

There are in fact many, many books of poetry that can demonstrate that poetry is good actually. Which is no dig on Patricia Lockwood, but is just to say that some of the craziest literary shit going on right now is in poetry.

I want to ask her more about the Keith Jarrett record, but in the meantime, I’m going to bask in the glow of that one-two burn combo on that producer.

Any time I see the words “Supreme” and “New York” together, I assume for a moment that it must be talking about Kenneth “Supreme” McGriff, the drug dealer.

I’m just faking shame.

If I’m being perfectly honest: D M X

Spatial feminism is the hill I will die on.