Not in the way you’re thinking, you degenerate. Showtime series “‘Californication,” responsible for the second Golden Globe of David Duchovny’s career (if you have to ask what the first one was for, just… OK, you’re reading the wrong blog. OK?), basically suggests that half of LA is comprised of naked or nearly-naked women whose greatestContinue reading “Got a Bit of Hank Moody In Me”
Category Archives: Personal Essays
David Brooks Spoke on Sarah Palin and “Elitism,” and the Peasants Grabbed Their Pitchforks
How can anyone take David Brooks on Sarah Palin seriously? Parallel Sidewalk does a good job of fisking a particularly disastrous Palin eruption, and you should read. Now. I simply cannot let this pass: People who’ve never been in a Wal-Mart think [Sarah Palin] is parochial because she has never summered in Tuscany. – DavidContinue reading “David Brooks Spoke on Sarah Palin and “Elitism,” and the Peasants Grabbed Their Pitchforks”
A Cryin’ the Dreadful Wind and Rain
It’s cold. Last autumn, September was milder, but the government countered that by refusing to turn on the heat until we were well past the point of no return as far as the approaching winter was concerned. As usual, the heat in this particular building was only turned on after enough people called the mayor’sContinue reading “A Cryin’ the Dreadful Wind and Rain”
Well, then! Thank you, o feisty abstinence-only group, for letting me know I should have killed myself when I was seven!
Hey guys! Do me a favour. Look at this list and tell me what doesn’t belong on it: VCR’s Diaphragms made of crocodile dung The Macarena “Purity at all cost.” I’ll save you the trouble: it’s that last bit. Why? Because the other three are all out of fashion. It’s true. An entire abstinence-only educationContinue reading “Well, then! Thank you, o feisty abstinence-only group, for letting me know I should have killed myself when I was seven!”
A Mere Woman
“I am no man.” – Eowyn. The femininity debate always brings me back to the summer of 1993, spent at my grandparents’ old dacha outside Kiev. As I recall, when we weren’t melting cheese on sticks by an evening fire, or listening to the radio and petting the cat on the veranda as the rainContinue reading “A Mere Woman”
Natalia A. 