“I’ll never be the same – if we ever meet again. Won’t let you get away – if we ever meet again.”

♥ Sigh. Now on to cheer for Spain in the final. (Well, I mean, I won’t be upset if Holland wins either, it will be one of those finals for me – a good time either way – but Iker Casillas is still my secret lover.)

Agency Shmagency, or why I really couldn’t care less about “the new single womanhood”

While I read Rebecca Traister’s feature on recent memoirs by young, single American women (it’s one everything from the wonderful Carlene Bauer’s Not That Kind of Girl to the upcoming Bitch Is the New Black), I gradually became aware of the fact that I was not alone in the room. There was a persistent, monotoneContinue reading “Agency Shmagency, or why I really couldn’t care less about “the new single womanhood””

“Secret lover” avatar

I have something to admit. I love the phrase “secret lover.” It’s so high school. It also comes in handy when expressing admiration, as in, “that Iker Casillas. What a career he’s had. He’s my secret lover.” Keeping that in mind, I realized, recently, that one of my favourite paintings completely and utterly captures thisContinue reading ““Secret lover” avatar”

“I’m never gonna say I’m sorry”

The title of this post was inspired by the immortal artistry of Ace of Base. Sarah wrote about sex & guilt for Feministe the other day, and it goes me thinking about love & guilt. Because, in all honesty, I have a harder time with the second topic. “I’m in love” is a phrase myContinue reading ““I’m never gonna say I’m sorry””

Monday music: the heaven in a wild flower edition

I am coming off a weekend. I also can’t get that one clever YouTube video to load for me, so just read whatever you want into the song titles. If U Seek Amy (GhettoHouse Remix) – Britney Spears Get Back (Rock Remix) – Ludacris Idumea – Sacred Harp Singers Lady Sings the Blues – BillieContinue reading “Monday music: the heaven in a wild flower edition”