I don’t love this song any less now that I’m knocked up

In fact, I kinda love it more. And I’m totally smug. Totally. Though this doesn’t stop me from making all sorts of jokes about how damn lucky this kid is right now, with it being -22 in Moscow, and him or her all snug in my womb. I mean, it’s so cold that your faceContinue reading “I don’t love this song any less now that I’m knocked up”

So I suppose I need to talk about this Susan Faludi “Electra” crap

I mean, just in case this whole Terminator 2 phase of my feminist blogging “career” is later described in children’s textbooks as merely “those months Antonova aired out her grievances regarding the writing of Camille Paglia – and posted funny pictures of cats”. Here’s a funny picture of a cat: Anyway, the points is, thisContinue reading “So I suppose I need to talk about this Susan Faludi “Electra” crap”