Oh, a band I like is performing on my birthday. That’s cool, especially since advance tickets are only $15. But I’m grumpy and UGH do I want to be around people? I’ve seen them before, but it could be fun.
We’ve all become locked into staring contests with these awesome paintings by Taiwanese artist Chang Chia-Ying. Really, we can’t look away.
"Her Russian doll-like portraits of animals and chubby children stare into the distance with hollow, glazed over expressions on their faces. Likewise, the viewer is invited to look through them; their torsos are a window into an alternate reality. They are surrounded by mysterious fairytale gardens, inspired by the cartoons Chia-Ying watched as a child."
Less talk, more staring contests with mesmerizing painted monkeys! You may need to come help us look away or at least bring over some snacks and join in. If enough of us stare back at these beguiling characters, one of them is sure to blink soon. Right?
Visit Chang Chia-Ying’s website to check out more of her dreamy, hypnotic paintings.
Maybe Oscar can read, because he came over to cuddle right after I typed that. He even looks like he wants to take a nap next to me! What a novel idea, baby boy! Seriously, though, he never sleeps near me. It’s so sad. LMF always fell asleep with her face on my butt and her butt between my shoulder blades. It was magical.
You need an eleanor
If it didn’t cost $50,000+ for cloning, I’d have already asked you for a DNA sample. HEY, YOU COULD MAKE MONEY ON THAT.
I kind of want a second cat, but that’s a bad idea. It’s just that Oscar doesn’t sleep with me or really hang out with me much. I am used to round-the-clock cat cuddles.
In the United States, access to tampons and pads for low-income women is a real problem, too: food stamps don’t cover feminine hygiene products, so some women resort to selling their food stamps in order to pay for “luxuries” like tampons. Women in prison often don’t have access to sanitary products at all, and the high cost of a product that half the population needs multiple times a day, every month for approximately 30 years, is simply, well, bullshit.
You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anybody suggest that toilet paper or paper towels in public bathrooms shouldn’t be free. We’d consider it outrageous if that very basic necessity were to be missing, or provided only for purchase.
Anita Sarkeesian, whose excellent Tropes vs Women in Video Games series is an important contribution to the discussion of gender and games, has been driven from her home by enraged male gamers whose stalking, and explicit, credible threats of sexual violence against her and her family convinced her to go into hiding.
In so doing, these men have ably demonstrated the point Sarkeesian sought to make all along: that gaming is riddled with misogynistic violence, and that this violence reflects a real-world misogyny rampant within the gaming world.
Trolls drive Anita Sarkeesian out of her house to prove misogyny doesn’t exist [Adi Robertson/The Verge]
yep, no problems here!
Let’s prove that misogyny isn’t real by being extremely misogynistic!
I had a dream that I was in college and I had a job and I was with my mother, who needed help getting home. My job and my school were in this tall building, and I had to get to work and school on time while wrangling my mother, who kept wandering off and getting lost. I kept screaming at her but she had lost her hearing. I couldn’t take her to class or work and we kept getting stuck waiting for elevators. It was like a weird, annoying puzzle.