Today in Stuff I Almost Don’t Want To Write About Because It Just Gives Them More Attention news:
Eric Golub, a “neoconservative comedian” and blogger for the conservative newspaper Washington Times, wants everyone to know he is writing a list of the 10 Ugliest Women in Politics. But don’t get your panties in a bunch, you oversensitive prisses with silly concerns about women being judged only on their looks — Eric Golub’s list of the 10 Ugliest Women will only include women whose character is ugly. Keep reading »
There are book clubs and then there are book clubs. The first is when you and a huge group of women, who may or may not have read the month’s assigned book, gather at someone’s house for margaritas, hummus and, oh, two hours of gossiping. Maybe 20 minutes at the end, those of you who actually read the book have a quick chat, but mostly this is a “big night out” for suburban types.
Then there are the book clubs. My beloved book club is filled with smartypants English majors from Williams. When it’s my month to pick a book, it is difficult to do so because they’ve read every book imaginable. We are ruled with an iron fist by a girl friend of mine who works in publishing and eats, lives, and breathes books. I am sincerely scared to not read the book each month or, worse, not attend the meeting. If we gossip, it’s way towards the end, long after I have gotten my ass handed to me on a platter, intellectually speaking. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I’ve been in both types of book clubs and I’d like to think I know a thing or two about ‘em. After the jump, here’s rules for a book club — I mean, a book club — that actually reads. Keep reading »
I don’t know what else is going on in Pub 500 in Mankato, Minnesota, but apparently it’s enough to warrant the installation of the “first ever” pregnancy test vending machine in the ladies’ room. I’m kidding, actually: it was not Pub 500 that installed the pee sticks for their lady patrons — they came courtesy of Healthy Brains For Children, which seeks to reduce fetal alcohol syndrome in kids. Women can buy pregnancy tests for $3 in dispensers similar to the ones that sell tampons and pads. The group hopes that more women will learn if they are pregnant before getting their bun in the oven totally sauced. Eventually the group hopes to install the vending machines in malls, gas stations and gyms as well. The ladies room location seems weird to me and possibly has the potential of causing more problems than it solves. Like, I can just see drunk couples at the bar getting into arguments over “Oh my God, are you pregnant? Why did you just buy a pregnancy test in the bathroom?” kind of stuff. And I’m especially confused about the Minnesota location. Shouldn’t this pilot program have been installed in Seaside Heights? [CityPages]
I can’t handle the cuteness: the eight-year-old daughter of a Reddit user penned this adorable answer to a writing prompt about why it’s cool to be a girl. She says:
We have veginas [vaginas]. We get jobs. We are creative. We have stuff that makes us preanet [pregnant]. We have milk in our bobes [boobs]. We are smart. We have power.
So totally true. (Of course, she has no idea how much this “we have stuff that makes pregnant” thing will suck in 20 years when she’s horny and there are no condoms left in the box. But in the meantime let’s not burst her bubble about womanhood being awesome.) What a smart little kid. [HyperVocal]
Suddenly I see what it’s all about, bronies! I totally understand how you could love My Little Pony as grown-ass adults. It’s no secret around here that Rachel and I are obsessed with weirdo Chanel designer Karl Lagerfeld but he is even more adorable in pony form. My Little Karl is a piece of artwork by German sculptor/graphic artist Mari Kasurinen, who has created My Little Ponies in dozens of pop culture incarnations. Many of them are sold on her site … possibly to bronies. Check out my favorites — and yes, it was hard to whittle it down to just 20! [Mari Kasurinen]