Monthly Archives: January 2007

Rock. My. Face. Off.

Some movies you anticipate as though you’re back at sixteen years of age, anticipating a life of collegiate debauchery. I mean, seriously. I mean, for real. I mean, holy fucking shit, “Spaaartaaans!” A lot of my contemporaries are weary of these kinds of films. They deconstruct the gleaming outcroppings of abdominal muscle on the sword-waving/spear-throwingContinue reading “Rock. My. Face. Off.”

“Ах Александр Сергеевич, милый…!”

Ooh, 19th Century Russian Orientalism! Where the sea forever splashes By a desolate rocky shore, Where the moon more warmly glimmers O’er the mellow twilight hours, Where the Muslim in his harem Spends his days in revelry, There, a sorceress caressed me, Handed me a talisman. OK, no, seriously, this is not one of myContinue reading ““Ах Александр Сергеевич, милый…!””

Accomplished, well-rounded… racist (I mean, seriously, that’s the only conclusion I could draw)

Don’t call Burt Prelutsky a bigot – he’s just telling it like it is! On Feministe, the comment thread related to this article is certainly an eye-opener; you see, once upon a Golden Age, black people in this country had the freedom to do whatever they wanted – go to any college they liked, holdContinue reading “Accomplished, well-rounded… racist (I mean, seriously, that’s the only conclusion I could draw)”