I love IMDB

So to cheer myself up and just for fun, I went and did a key word search on IMDB for the word "feminist" in their biographies.

Not surprisingly, there are a shitload of anti-feminist quotes from a lot of men. There are a ton of stupid quotes from women including Sarah Michelle Geller "It makes me think of women who don't shave their legs." - on what the word "feminist" means. (Sorry B)

But there are also some really cool things I found out, like Saffron Burrows (who I have always thought was the most gorgeous, classy woman ever) is gay and dating the woman who plays Mrs. Dursley in the Harry Potter movies. I am more shocked by the Mrs. Dursley part than the gay part because I cannot picture Mrs. Dursley as anything but awful. I guess that is a testament to her acting skills.

Also, the number of actresses whose parents were feminists and/or socialist activists is astonishing, including Burrows and Nicole Kidman.

Best. Ad. Ever.

Because someone is a big whiny whiner- Girl Crush

We all have them, gay, straight, bi 0r.. Little crushes on girls we admire. Whether it is a desire to be with or be like the girls we crush on is of little matter. So fess up. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

1) Lara Logan- CBS' foreign correspondent. She's gorgeous even in war zones. She's fearless and she is what has been missing from journalism for a long time. She grew up in South Africa under apartheid and her first job as a journalist was in high school where she went into the segregated black townships. While grown white people were afraid of the big scary black people, a teenage girl just walked in and reported what she saw.
2)Kate Winslet. She's gorgeous and goofy and bitchez loudly when airbrushed into Hollywood proportions. I have loved her since Heavenly Creatures a million years ago, but I'll never forget the scene in Holy Smoke where she pees.


3) Rachel Weisz: Her Tessa Quayle portrayal in The Constant Gardner made me cry through half the movie. She was a radical feminist in college. She has the raised eyebrow of doom .I have many many more girls that I crush on, but that's a good start.

Happy Valentines Day!

To all my single comrades, to all the mushy couples, to all the cranky cynics.

I am neither a hater of nor an obsessor over Valentines day. The thought of being single on this mushiest of days does not make me feel bad or sad or lonely. I do not want a pile of flowers or chocolates or a sappy romantic card (I don't want the sappy cards ever, not just on Valentines day).
I do not feel like a part of me is missing because I do not have that one special guy. I am a whole person all by myself. I don't expect there to be one special guy for me, I get bored too easily. I do not see my fickleness as a moral failure, as long as I am honest with people that I date.

I like having my big bed to myself most nights. I like that my house is all mine and that I don't have to share it with anyone but the Kid. I like that boys are a pleasant diversion and not a requirement. I like that when I want to curl up in bed and spend an entire weekend watching Battlestar Galactica, I don't have to okay it with someone else.

I like the early parts of relationships. I like getting to know someone new. It's like having a puzzle to figure out. I like the electric zap of chemistry. I like the adventure. I do not like the tedium in long term relationships. There is enough tedium in everyday life without having it spill over into your sex life.

I know all these things about myself, but once every five years or so the pressure from society to couple up long term gets to be too much. Last year, on Valentines day, I ended a relationship that I had started purely because I thought it was time for me to settle down. I realized about 6 months in that "settle" is the exact term for it. I was not meant to be someone's devoted wife. Unless I get to be Anais Nin and have two husbands and many lovers all at the same time, I will probably never marry. And that is fine. Good even. Not all of us were meant to live in twos.

So this Valentines day I wish for all of us to know ourselves as well as we can. If you are coupley, be coupley. If you are not, be glad you know it. But don't let what you "should" want get in the way of knowing what you really want.

Life Lesson #3462

Save the pics of boys you have previously fucked with their emails. That way when they email you out of the blue a year later, you know who the fuck it is.

This has happened twice in the last two weeks. The first time I was able to dig through old emails and figure it out (Oh yeah, you're THAT Rick, the one who only wanted to talk about his ginormous penis).

This time, no such luck. I know he was one of a string of hot Indian boys I dated. Was he the guy I made out with in front of Victrola? Was he the one whose aunt came to live with him because his mom couldn't leave India and he needed someone to take care of him (I SHIT YOU NOT). Was he that bland other one that I might have fucked on the couch - the murder couch before it was murdered?

Also, why at the same time? Did a naked picture of me make it onto a porn site and now these boys are reminded that I'm awesome? ( A very real possibility and why I'll never run for political office). These are all boys from an exceptionally slutty period about 3 years ago. (I didn't write a blog then so I had much more time for drunken one-night stands ;)

Where the boys aren't

I am in a bit of an angry snit at the mo and will pretty much stab the eyes out of the next boy who says something even remotely sexist to me. So I am not even checking my other blog until I calm the fuck down.

And then I remembered that I have a place to write where boys fear to tread- HERE!

So you peeps might have a few more postings than normal this week.

For Bianca- cause i am a giant slacker

Things have been a wee bit tough around the royal compound lately. And when things get tough I tend to grab my trusty B.O.B. instead of the nearest hot boy. So I haven't had a lot of fodder for the pink blog and my happy co-blogger CJ went and got herself a steady boyfriend and an admonishment from work to "not post to personal blogs from work computers".

But I'm on the mend now and it's time to talk boys, or how when it rains it fucking pours.

Last summer, I asked hot hot Horst if he wanted to meet me in Paris next month. He said he'd try to arrange it. Up until December things seemed fine. Then he just disappeared for a while. In the mean time I asked Hot Doctor if he wanted to go with me. He was trying to get time off work. While he was waiting for the ok, Carlos, a Mexican artist/writer living in Paris started emailing me. Hot doctor got the OK and now I am trying to figure out if I can pull off seeing Carlos in Paris with Hot Doctor there.

But that is not the end of the story kids.

So Horst finally emails me back this week. Tickets are bought and hotels are already reserved for Hot Doctor and I, but Horst wants to know my travel plans so we can meet up.

Shit Shit Shit.

I want to be insanely selfish and see all three of them (and if I had all three of them at the same time, more the better).

Hot Doctor and I are just fuck buddies. We both sleep with other people and don't care. What do you dear readers think? Can I pull off a boy trifecta week in Paris or am I just pushing my luck?