pinktalk

For your Fashion Week prep: the post from "On the Runway" blog-commenter Autre yesterday.  Hmm, I don't know what I think of this yet, but I do think there's something there to think about. 

Cathy Horyn was wise to put the essay out there, and that's the only opinion I have fully developed so far.

Oh yeah, meant to include this in yesterday's seen/heard, but, uhm, exhausted stressedosity prevented that from happening: the L.A. Times on the longstanding tradition to marginalize African-American actresses by casting them as the B.B.F. (Black Best Friend). 

(Via Jezebel.)

Amusing: Rove's car gets improved.

Other seen/heard: Aww, our favorite post-Sheep & Wool dining establishment gets name-checked in Bluelines; Chelsea Peretti is funny; NJ no longer the richest state (oh this makes me weirdly sad, WTF?);  Lust, Caution gets an NC-17, which I know after seeing This Film Is Not Yet Rated, means sucktastic distrubition, fie! (via Erin); alternatives to the LBD that are still black dresses; land-use fights/possible data falsification scandal here in Berrrrrgen County (someday I have to get around to waxing poetic on the NoJer wetlands...I love them, even though nature = totally boring); and I am linking to this story about that crazy astronaut mostly because the headline calls her "nappy-wearing."

P.S. -- OMGz, WANT!

P.P.S. -- My sunburns?  Now just itchy.  Will you please help me scratch?

M.I.A. takes on the misogynist fucks of music journalism!  Go, lady, go! 

I don't care whether what she says is true re: the mixing of the records, the point is, she's 110% spot on regarding the American music writer mafia's need to demean and dismiss female artists! 

REVOLUTION!

Oh yeah, have been meaning to mention, state dishcloths to knit!  Loves!

(Via I May Be Knitting a Ranch House, who, might I add, is totally from Jersey.  REPRESENT!)

Bad blogger!  Erin has distracted me with Twitter, see the sidebar, but that was just today really.  I've really been busy with Holly Housewife activities (shorthand for cleaning my bathroom, but when I say it that way, doesn't it make me sound sooo oppressed?) and going to the beach.  And now I am spending my time examining my truly weird sunburn. 

(Spots where I am sunburned: back of my left ankle; perfect circle around my waist where my tankini [ugh, can't we think of something else to call it, I hate that word!] slipped up; left hip bone area; area where I had a watch tan-line, but now it's sunburned so it looks like I am wearing a watch of PAIN.)

Also, how come work sucks so bad when you take, like, one day off?  I have a deep sense of foreboding regarding my upcoming week-long vacay to the Southland...

I have pictures, but the computer is acting diva-ish! 

P.S. - On the boardwalk I saw a pair of ladyunderwears for sale that had this printed across the ass: "I don't have my cherry but I have the box it came in."  The kids grow up so fast nowadays!

I woke up just a titch crotchety today and was highly gratified by this excellentness at I Blame the Patriarchy.  I mean, I don't, like, feel better or anything, but still.

Required reading for today, as occasioned by the news that Michael Vick will be enjoying a richly deserved jail sentence for being a complete fucking asshole: on pit bulls. 

If you are as repulsed by your fellow humans as I am, perhaps you would like to put your money where your mouth is.  The Humane Society of the United States has a special fund to stop dogfighting and the like called the Animal Cruelty Response and Reward Fund.  I suggest you send them whatever you would have spent on your Michael Vick jersey. 

(And for those of you who had the good sense and comprehensive football knowledge to recognize, as I did, that he was never much of a QB and wouldn't have bought a Michael Vick jersey anyway, ahem, maybe you can just send $50.)

OMFG, Claudia's Handpainted sock yarn in a Steelers colorway!  Why did no one tell me this?

Oh magical morning video!  Thanks, Jezebel, this is just...OMG, love.