I was trolling around CafePress looking at Republican thongs (for research), and ran across this:
I mean, there’s a lot of hateful shit in the Republican thong section (gag), but even this took me by surprise.
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11.15.09 · 14:16 pm
Wow, that’s, uh, hateful…
11.14.09 · 12:28 pm
Thought for the day
For such supposedly spiritual people, conservatives certainly are obsessed with what people do with their bodies.
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11.12.09 · 10:36 am
There will be hell to pay.
ORLY?
What do you think happens, sir, when you “summarily dismiss” the rights of 60% of your party’s constituency? We’ve been barely hanging out with you assholes for quite a while, all for the “greater good.” We’ve stood by while reproductive rights have been chipped away. We’ve been patient while you’ve dithered over LGBT rights. We’ve compromised on our hopes for ourselves and for this country quite long enough. I’m sick of this fucking protection racket.
If your fellow Democrats don’t have the fucking balls to dig in and draw the line here, there will be hell to pay.
11.11.09 · 09:08 am
Just remember…
every bad thought you have about me, I have about myself.
“You,” in this context could mean: the checkout clerk at the grocery store who I think believes that I should lay off the ice cream; the weird coffeeshop guy I just ignored; my husband; my mother; the asshole in fifth grade who accused me of farting in class when I clearly did not, etc etc etc ad nauseum etc.
And if you’re thinking this is whiny and self-pitying and totally self-centered because nobody really thinks about me (or anyone else) that much anyway–well, yeah, I already thought that, too.
11.10.09 · 14:06 pm
On writing about my depression?!?
Am I too self-referential/too introspective/too obsessive/too hopeless/too hopeful/too depressed/not depressed enough/whiny/dull/self-obsessed/BAD/embarrassing/really should just give up, just so bad…oh my god, I AM BORING.
Will this make me feel worse? Will this make you hate me? Do I care?
This is. a deep hole. I am clawing out of. Who wants to see that?
But really, there’s a reason why there aren’t that many blogs out there about depression. I mean, we are a lazy lot, we depressives*, but we also get fucking sick of thinking about ourselves and our illnesses and figure pretty much everyone is fucking sick of us, too.
Where’s the line between “Hey, I’M NOT OKAY!” and “Waaaah, feel sorry for me!”? Does it matter? Does it de-legitimize a person’s experience as a depressive? Depression and assholism certainly aren’t mutually exclusive.
Does it make me an asshole to focus on these questions in the first place? Probably. Or, at least, very, very tiresome. The check on The State of the Emotional Union 8,10, 20 times an hour or more is tiresome to me, too. No wonder I can’t seem to do much else.
*Obviously, I don’t speak for all depressives and everyone’s experience is different. I could be totally off-base and just relating the story of one self-centered asshat who would be a self-centered asshat with or without mental illness.
08.24.09 · 20:07 pm
Oh hai. I’m back. And I need a cape!
So, I don’t know if this happens to everyone, but I often find myself desparately wanting something that I would have dismissed as ugly or impractical just a few months before. For example, I was anti-wedge for quite a long time, but woke up one morning a few years ago and realized that I had to have a pair. I am still wearing the shit out of the first pair I purchased–unless you want to be charitable and call the nasty platform shoes that I wore in the 90s “wedges,” which would be terribly nice of you.
Capes and I are now having a similar relationship. Up until a week ago, I thought capes were impractical and silly and a little over-the-top. Now I MUST HAVE ONE. And I may also need leather gloves to match, dammit!
My current favorite is this one, which I will not purchase, since I cannot afford it (unless I forgo a new winter coat, which I need, and boots, which I want) and I was hoping to be responsible and buy something vintage.
As far as vintage, I really like this one, but a) it’s a little, ahem, loud, and not particularly classic, and b) some bitches are going to drive up the price of that motherfucker because it’s at 9 bids already and we have 6 days to go!
I like this cape too, but it’s more than I want to spend on something from eBay that I haven’t seen in person, and then there’s this one, which I am undecided on because the fabric could be gross and I think I would want to change the closures. Still, I am going to give it a few days thought and may wind up getting it.
Obviously, I’m still in the infancy stage of my cape hunt, and my lust for one may fade as time goes on, though I doubt it. I’m just praying that I don’t wake up tomorrow and decide that leggings and gladiator sandals are the shit I need about 12 pairs of each.
06.02.09 · 14:17 pm
June is now my favoritist month
Still working on that Tiller post (maybe?), but the President’s proclamation of June as LGBT Pride Month has made me very, very happy. I am especially happy that they chose to call it “LGBT Pride Month” instead of “Gay Pride Month.” We got all the queers up in that mix!
But the thing that makes me happiest is that, despite all the setbacks the LGBT community has endured over the past few months, this is a huge step. This would not have happened five or six years ago, even with a Democratic president.
The times are changing, no matter how loudly those retrofuck assholes yell.
02.08.09 · 13:22 pm
Willpower and commitment!
I am sadly lacking in both of these traits. However, I wish I had at least one of them so that I could either:
1) lose the 20 pounds necessary* to fit into this dress, or
2) learn how to sew with some skill in order to make a version of the dress, or
3) BOTH!
*I’m not sure I’d fit into it anyway. The shitty thing about vintage fashion is that their weren’t many women who were almost six feet tall back in the day, so it’s hard to find things in my size. Fucking genes and good nutrition. Assholes.
01.31.09 · 13:23 pm
Every day is silent and grey…
I know you missed me. I took a much-needed hiatus to rest my fingers from all the furious typing I’ve been doing to satisfy my readers’ demands for my brilliant writings.
Okay, not really. I wasn’t lying when I said that I was lazy. I have plenty of ideas for posts, but I’m still working on them. And right now, all I want to do is look at pretty things. So, taking a cue from my friend nadarine, I’m going to talk about things that I love and want but really shouldn’t buy.
I’ve been obsessed with grey lately and I’ve realized that I have very little of it in my wardrobe. I want to make a concerted effort to phase out most of the black and replace it with grey because I think it looks better against my ghostly white skin. There’s also something a little more modern about it–it can be used just like black but it’s so much softer and less conservative. I have found about a million things in grey that I’d love to have, but below are some of my favorites.
The first are these boots, which I actually might get if I can make up my mind about them. One side of my brain says “Hey, the only boots you have are galoshes. You should spend money on a pair more practical. like those riding boots you’ve been imagining having for months,” but the other side of my brain says, “Grey suede! YAAAAAAAAAY!”
I love 90% of the shit on Modcloth, but this dress is my current obsession. It’s the perfect combination of girly and sexy. 
And, speaking of grey and Modcloth, I have been lusting after this coat for quite a while.
I am slowly but surely starting to love clutches (I always thought they were so impractical, but now I’m seeing the beauty in impracticality), and I think this one is the perfect combination of vintage-looking, yet modern. The best is that it’s handmade right here in the good ol’ USA!
Aaaaand, here’s a pair of shoes that the fashion mags would call an “investment,” except that you’re never going to recoup your money, much less make more money off them. Though I think it may still be wiser to invest your $600 into shoes instead of the stock market right now. Better to be broke and look good than just broke. Beauty in impracticality, right? RIGHT?
Join me next week when I talk about navy! Ooooh, such a wardrobe risk-taker!
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