“One year after college graduation, women are paid 82 cents for every dollar earned by their male peers, according to a report from the American Association of University Women. The gap is evident even when comparing women and men who work in the same field, and had the same college majors.”
“We have the right to interpret the universe in a way that makes sense to us. What we don’t have a right to do is expect — never mind demand — that other people share our worldview. This flies by some Republicans, and they trip over it. Particularly when it comes to abortion. They are so lost in their own religious belief — that a fetus is a baby, that God is against abortion, contraception, often sex itself — that the idea that other people get to form their own beliefs too on these issues, just like they do, flies by them. It boggles their minds.”
An absolutely sensational musical video on the presidential debates. Enjoy!
I always hated Monk but never knew why. Here is a brilliant analysis of the show that made it clear to me why I never could get into it.
“If your God condones forced pregnancy, get a new God.” I don’t think anybody could put it better.
If you still fear that psychoanalysts will tell you what to do, read this en enlighten yourself already: “I would never have signed up for this job if my sole goal were to help someone figure out how to live and die in accordance with the Big Other’s wishes. This is why neutrality is fucking key. If clinicians actively encouraged bourgoisie values such as the importance of the nuclear family, gainful employment, a comfortable retirement and some (but not too much) community activism then we would undoubtedly miss out on loads of conflicts and problems that often remain un-analyzed if these normative values are upheld as sacrosanct.”
Other than purple hair and the sweatpants, I already do everything the author of this great poem plans to do when she is an old tenured woman. So now I don’t even know what I will do when I get tenure. By the way, how can anybody buy a piece of clothing that has the word “sweat” in it? What next, an excrement dress? Poop jeans? Blood scarf?
The title of the post of the week goes to: “When people ask me why I am voting for Barack Obama in this election, I say, “Because I am a Christian and I vote my values.” I am pro-life, and when you line the two candidates up side by side, there’s an overwhelmingly clear choice.” I’m totally with you, Nerissa. (And what a beautiful name, too.)
And the most idiotic post of the week: “Can heterosexual men and women ever be “just friends”? Few other questions have provoked debates as intense, family dinners as awkward, literature as lurid, or movies as memorable. Still, the question remains unanswered. Daily experience suggests that non-romantic friendships between males and females are not only possible, but common—men and women live, work, and play side-by-side, and generally seem to be able to avoid spontaneously sleeping together. However, the possibility remains that this apparently platonic coexistence is merely a façade, an elaborate dance covering up countless sexual impulses bubbling just beneath the surface.” It is unbelievable that anybody older than 15 can be so ignorant about the nature of human sexuality and the definition of a friendship. I have somehow avoided “spontaneously sleeping together” with my close male friends for years. And they managed the great feat of not “spontaneously sleeping” with me. I think we all deserve a medal now! Jeez, this makes me want to barf. The article’s author needs to go get laid already to stop seeing those bubbly sexual impulses where they don’t exist.
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