The Simpsons Ke$ha (Tik Tok) Opening Skit May 2nd 2010 (via adampattee)
This is the first context in which I have enjoyed Ke$ha.
Tracy Reyerson at the Evening With Women, May 1st
So, pagination: There is nothing that makes me feel less valued as a reader than seeing an article unnecessarily spread out over four or five pages in hopes of getting a few extra clicks.
Remember the psychotic lesbian maid from the Alfred Hitchcock movie, Rebecca? No? Well, her name is Mrs. Danvers. Much like their namesake, Mrs. Danvers the band are queer, a little peculiar, and…
And, yeah, the “I’m Sady fucking Doyle” thing turned people off. You think I didn’t know it would turn people off? Women are not supposed to say that shit, even when it’s true. And it was there completely on purpose, with full acknowledgement that people would call me a narcissist, self-absorbed, in love with myself, etc, for saying it. Because I wanted to convey to Freddie that Freddie ain’t shit, largely because he actually ain’t. But I also wanted Freddie, who is hugely terrified of women who assert their authority and primacy in the feminist movement, to be confronted with the sight of a woman acknowledging, accepting, and reveling in her own authority and power. That shit is terrifying, often even to women, but definitely to men. So now Freddie’s sulking that Sady Doyle is “telling everyone about how impressed with herself she is.” And I am. Because I knew that would piss him the hell off. Because I’m a woman, and I have accordingly been taught my entire life to view myself as lesser-than, to devalue my own accomplishments, to accept it when other people treat me as lesser-than and devalue me, which they (if they are men, especially) have been taught to do. And I refuse. I say no. I tell you I’m Sady fucking Doyle, and I expect you to believe it. Being a woman who likes herself, is proud of herself, is impressed with herself, in public: There might not be a more subversive act.
Time to play some catch-up! Soooo… Xtina and Gaga and gimp suits, oh my! What did you think of the video for “Not Myself Tonight?” We have a better music video with girls kissing in it anyhow. What…
Lindsay Lohan
I took a stroll to the bookstore yesterday morning after waking up—which is probably the wrong way to describe it because it wasn’t a stroll so much as a two-block walk and it wasn’t really morning so much as 1:30 in the afternoon, but I’m digressing. Or revealing without making a revelation. Or…
i am! well “i am to a degree”… the internet sort of enables people to be very “successful” while simultaneously being also broke. i think i’ll feel happier when i’m not carrying $15K in personal debt (not to mention other kinds of debt) and when i can pay people to work for AS and pay back ppl who’ve helped me. i feel happy a lot when i am focused on the work. but if i think about money, my stomach hurts, and i feel powerless and sad, and anxious. like i’m 28, and the most financially unstable person I know by far. i want to buy everyone a cake of rainbows & smiles, and fly everyone i love to the same location and give them dinner and focus. instead i often just feel scared everywhere, that i’ve made a mistake. but i also have so much love in my life, so many beautiful friends and believers who’ve helped make the dream come true. i hope one day i can make their dreams come true, and that they’ll understand how much i love them.
