Natalia Antonova

Way to go, Democrats

As Sarah Jaffe points out, Representative Bart Stupak (D-Michigan—yes, D, that’s not a typo)… doesn’t think that health insurance should provide abortion coverage. He thinks women should have to buy a separate rider that would cover abortion. Because, y’know, women like me totally plan on aborting lots of babies. The Stupak-Pitts amendment to the healthContinue reading “Way to go, Democrats”

No, joyless fundamentalism isn’t an awesome way to cure my depression, but thanks for playing

Some time ago, a very well-meaning person decided to slip me a little pamphlet with the intent of helping me overcome depression. The pamphlet was made from some Russian Orthodox priest’s conversations with nuns, or, rather, his monologues toward the nuns. The passages highlighted involved two postulates (I’m paraphrasing here): 1. Gifted people get assignedContinue reading “No, joyless fundamentalism isn’t an awesome way to cure my depression, but thanks for playing”

Monday Music: first stray snowflakes

‘Till I Collapse – Eminem Whole Lotta Love – Led Zeppelin Dorogi – Leningrad Queer – Garbage Dance Avec Moi – Fine Cut Bodies Keep the Car Running – Arcade Fire One More Murder – Better Than Ezra Bongo Bong – Manu Chao Rosa Parks – Outkast I’m Not Your Toy – La Roux SinceContinue reading “Monday Music: first stray snowflakes”

Because I needed an excuse to unleash Jeremy Piven

Here’s great advice advice for every single entitled-ass expat who thinks that local women (or any other women) owe him shit: This invitation extends to both the douchebag in the comments on the post below this one, and anyone else who might like to start round 453,534,579 of the What Do You Mean I’m NotContinue reading “Because I needed an excuse to unleash Jeremy Piven”

The mother of Schwester Ines didn’t quite suffocate me in my sleep (but it was close)

If Christiane Lilge, the director of “Schwester Ines,” [Sister Ines] wanted to explode my brain and the brain of everyone attempting to slog through German shorts night at the Molodist film festival, I think she came pretty close. Closer than any other director featured. This was one of those experimental horror films that make NormanContinue reading “The mother of Schwester Ines didn’t quite suffocate me in my sleep (but it was close)”