We interrupt your regular broadcast due to a terrifying realization…

…That the cats are creepily accurate feline reflections of Boyfriend and I.

The female is:

Thinner
Lighter
Neater
High-strung
Overly Sensitive
and Prone to Poorly Timed Fits of Affection

The male is:

Bigger
Darker
Sloppier
Laid-back
Largely Unflappable
and Prone to Napping in Unlikely Places

I sense a cosmic conspiracy of Berúthiel-esque proportions. One of these days, Boyfriend and I will simply be replaced by the carefully disguised doppelgängers, and no one will be the wiser. Not even you. The white cat, Mingo, will continue writing a column on all things Eastern European for GlobalComment, occasionally interrupting herself to inteview people far more interesting than she is,  or else to put up rants on this blog. The brown cat, Fanty, will prowl the exciting world of venture capitalism and watch cooking shows in his spare time.

Boyfriend and I will, in the meantime, be trapped in some spatial anomaly. I can only hope that the spatial anomaly in question comes equipped with a Playstation 3 and a shelf of decent science fiction. And sofas. And maybe a Snow Cone machine. A Snow Cone machine isn’t too much to ask for being trapped in a pseudo-scientific disruption of the space-time continuum.

Mature, reasonable response to offended Sheila Jeffreys fans

haroldbloomisnotmysisterTake THAT, graduate programs everywhere! See how viciously and unceremoniously I excluded Bloom from sisterhood with me? Now, of course, Bloom and I both agree on poststructuralism, but we run into a big, big problem when it comes to both J.K. Rowling & Doris Lessing, which is what the decision to keep him in the sisterhood really hinged upon. Of course, people are going to say that’s terribly unfair with regard to the postructuralism argument, and I will be expecting a statement from Yale University shortly.

I hope the legions of the offended and the silenced about to descend upon me like instant coffee and/or vodka, since that’s all we seem to have at this joint at the moment.

For context – please see Hexy.

Late-Term Abortion, Honour Crime…

Please read this powerful account on a late-term abortion from a guest-blogger at bastad.logic.

Also, check out my review of Rana Husseini’s Murder in the Name of Honour on Feministe.

OK, since all of that was really intense, here’s something to bring a semblance of balance to the Force:

(It gets funnier and funnier as it goes on)

Found via Cara.

Monday Music: The “terrifying self-awareness” Edition

I am tired. I am unpleasant. I have also recently turned into the sort of trollish person who glares at gorgeous couples kissing on the benches on a sunny day in Kiev, when even the miscreants in the park are toasting them with their rubbing alcohol bottles. There’s clearly something wrong. I am counting on music to resuscitate my personality. Or at least make it appear less zombielicious.

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George Tiller Murdered in Wichita

Oh yes, the pro-life crowd sure loves life. And they love irony so much they even killed the doctor as he was going to church.

WHEN are we going to start recognizing this brand of pro-forced-pregnancy fanaticism as DOMESTIC TERRORISM?

Because this is exactly what it is – and this tragedy in Kansas was waiting to happen for a while now.

Anyone who pops up here to defend forced pregnancy in any form is going to have the full force of my vitriol unleashed on them, so you have been warned.

ETA Please see Cara at Feministe for more.

ETA2 Forced pregnancy enthusiasts and whey-faced gits known as “Operation Rescue” are trying to wash their hands of Dr. Tiller’s murder. In the meantime, their sidebar calls him “America’s Doctor of Death.” Here is a nice screen capture for your viewing displeasure:

"Oh, but we don't condone /that/!" *giggle* *squeal*
"Oh, but we don't condone /that/!" *giggle* *squeal*