Woke up late, but do not fear, there is a podcast. This week we talk about the mob outrage of Yale Students over Halloween costumes. It’s old news but everything old is new again. Here is the Atlantic article that fills in the details. And here is the horrible video if you can bear it. And here’s something about why we shouldn’t have those little free libraries. I’m sure there’s no connection. And here’s something about the EpiPen. And here’s... Read more
Amen to this. What a great article. This subject–what I have been calling to myself the Failure Meme–has been percolating in the back of my mind for some many months. Megan Hill gets right to the heart of it but I want to take it all one step further. She most astutely points out that the I’m The Worst Mother Ever meme has been some kind of probably welcome correction to the Look At Me Being Perfect Pinterest insanity that... Read more
As I’ve been mucking out my life–doing all the laundry, washing piles of dishes by hand, searching around in boxes for a lost math book, for pencils and hope–I’ve had my headphones plugged in pretty consistently with nary a break to speak to any other person. Political Podcasting, Bleak House, more awesome Bertie from Andrew McCall Smith, and, accidentally, some Steven Furtick aptly fisked by Chris Rosebrough. I could stop and link them all but I’m not going to because... Read more
Is it already Wednesday? That means the piano teacher will be here in an hour and I better get myself up and in front of the kitchen sink. We’ve gone all old fashioned–doing our dishes by hand out of a deep abiding sense of moral and environmental superiority…just kidding. The dishwasher won’t drain but someone is coming to look at it this morning. It’s going to be so great. Just as soon as I once again carefully remove all the... Read more
I had a little bit of fun yesterday at the expense of Mrs. Clinton, and even though she is still very much in the news this morning, I thought I’d make a similar case for Mr. Trump. It’s short and sweet. Vote for Trump, he can quote the bible! I tried to think of some other reasons but I couldn’t really grasp any of them. Really, this weekend has made me love politics more than ever, which is amazing, because... Read more
I need to leap up and do all the things. Finishing the school room. Cleaning the whole entire house. Doing all the laundry. Finding the lost math book. Taking Timmy Failure back to the library where he belongs. Being glad for 30 seconds that I found him. Somewhere along the way admitting that not all the things are actually going to be done. Feel like Secretary Clinton, stumbling, having to be drug along to her car. That’s a great image... Read more
Matt and I had been married one whole month on the morning of September 11, 2001. We were comfortably installed in a little townhouse in Virginia and were late for our first class. We weren’t very good, and have never become so, at getting out the door without bickering and casting recriminations around about who has hidden the keys, and forgotten to put gas in the car. We trundled off down the freeway in a blissful married media blackout and... Read more
Good Moaning. A little podcast for your Saturday. This week we go on and on about Female Bodies and what the bible says about what they should wear and how they should be. We chat about the Purity Culture and Lena Dunham. I can’t imagine that you’d want to miss it. And here’s an interesting article about the fashion industry having its head in the sand. And about how we delude ourselves with The Narrative. And something super depressing. And... Read more
I tried to suffer through a thirty second Google search of Purity Culture yesterday, after so publicly admitting that I don’t really know what it is. I read a little bit, and then wandered away into the imaginations of my own heart. Christians, as I might have sometimes said, are so weird. And I think we often fall into the foolish pit of thinking that we can fool God–either from the scary right, or the angry left. When really we... Read more
As I’ve been slapping paint around and filling my lungs with dust and anxiety (school room almost done), besides listening to the very funny Bertie’s Guide to Life and Mothers, I’ve been musing on the ridiculousness of Lena Dunham, and of modern feminism in general. I finally got to see her petulant tuxedo selfie, for the Met Gala, which garment I guess she hoped would allure and seduce, and simultaneously shock and dismay. What, I asked myself, are the reasons... Read more
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