Helen Boyd Kramer's journal on gender and stuff
Oy. I got entirely roped into the CSI marathan that was on Spike this weekend, and today they’ve moved onto CSI: NY episodes.
I come home from teaching Gender Studies 100 (specifically a piece by Ana Castillo) and it turns out the “Jane Doe” is really a “John Doe” — which conclusion they come to by looking up the dead trans woman’s skirt.
Oy.
It’s over, it’s over!! Dubya is out of office, & so are all his fuckwad cronies. I can hardly believe it: the long national nightmare is over.
(Even if there is a lot of cleaning up to do.)
How hot is this?
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The other day while writing my Blog for Choice post, I realized it was the first time I wrote one with a pro-choice president in office.
& The Global Gag Rule has already been repealed.
There is nothing sexier than a guy who is a feminist & who backs it up with legislation.
(I promise I’ll stop posting about President Obama soon. Okay, maybe not. But I’ll try not to, promise.)
(Thanks to Veronica.)
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It’s really incredible: watching the Obamas walk hand-in-hand (which is beautiful in & of itself) to the White House just blows my mind. I’m not sure it’s actually sunk in yet that we actually pulled this off. Damn.
& What a mess he inherited, but still it’s incredible.
Here are some of the references made today, either directly or indirectly:
Anyone catch any others?
So here’s another bit of political history that was made today: Joe Biden is our first Catholic VP. For those of you who don’t know, Al Smith was a candidate for president in 1927, and one of the reasons he lost was the tremendous anti-Catholic sentiment expressed in this country. As the story went, a US President who was Catholic would obey the Pope over the Constitution.
I almost feel like it’s Christmas Eve I’m so excited. Watching the coverage on MSNBC is like a reunion after this long electoral season, but wow is it exciting! Those cheerleaders yesterday were adorable. Kind of mind-blowing.
There’s a story about a guy who gets a toothache while Jesus is dying on the cross; he’s not directly involved at all, just a guy going about his day who’s aggravated by the pain in his mouth. I read it in a remarkable compilation, edited by Borges, in The Book of Fantasy. It’s what I thought of when I saw the news about Cheney in the wheelchair; I know it’s a minor injury, but the symbolism is a little rich. Now we just need Rove on crutches.
I’m so excited but I’m also a little overwhelmed with relief that Rove’s Boys are finally out.
As Mark Twain said: Quitting is easy; I’ve done it lots of times. But actually I haven’t. They say the average smoker has to try quitting seven times before they manage it permanently, and I’ve really tried exacty once. Maybe twice.
Still, I was smoking something like 70-100 cigarattes a week – 5+ packs – when I left Brooklyn in December, and now I’m down to 20 a week, maybe 2+ a day. But wow do I enjoy those two, even in minus 45 degree weather, and especially after a day teaching.
It really is a shame smoking is so bad for you, because it really statisfies something that nothing else does. I’m chewing the gum – which helps a lot – but there’s still so much missing. The lovely smell of burning tobacco, playing with fire, the oral thing, and even fiddling with this thing between your fingers. *sigh* But I’ve decided I am best off thinking of myself as a smoker who doesn’t smoke rather than as an ex-smoker.
Whatever it takes, as they say. For Betty it took a trip to the hospital and a case of atypical pneumonia.