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”

Kids these days need to take their Alexander McQueen heels and get off my lawn: Camille Paglia on Lady Gaga

I’m honestly thankful for those moments wherein someone hails me and goes “Natalia! Camille Paglia’s written some bullshit again somewhere!” – because it keeps me blogging. Due to various professional and personal commitments, I don’t blog nearly as much as I used to. Sadpants, etc. Then, Camille Paglia writes a piece on which some editorContinue reading “Kids these days need to take their Alexander McQueen heels and get off my lawn: Camille Paglia on Lady Gaga”

Camille Jekyll and Camille Hyde

Unsuspectingly, I opened up Salon.com this morning, completely forgetting that it’s CAMILLE PAGLIA DAY. In the words of Princess Leia, the foul stench should have clued me in, but I was still on my first cup of coffee, so I can therefore be forgiven (maybe). I suppose the reason why I devote so much ofContinue reading “Camille Jekyll and Camille Hyde”

I has fringe and glasses! I can has Paglia’s love too?

The funniest thing about Camille Paglia singing “My Creepy Valentine” to Sarah Palin again, is Camille’s insistence that it was the evil Democrats who hunted poor Palin like a wolf from a helicopter (individual hunters are more respectful of the environment than the food industry, and they aid in conservation efforts when species overpopulation isContinue reading “I has fringe and glasses! I can has Paglia’s love too?”

Paglia’s Crush, Palin; Paglia’s Ex, Feminism

Good ol’ Camille Paglia! That fearless contrarian, ready to make fellow liberals quake in their Birkenstocks at a moment’s notice! Well, maybe. I’ve yet to meet a single liberal who consistently takes Paglia seriously, but, you know, just because we’ve never seen the Loch Ness Monster doesn’t mean it’s not out there. Paglia trumpets herContinue reading “Paglia’s Crush, Palin; Paglia’s Ex, Feminism”