Jonathan V. Last in The Bulwark, quoting a friend on Trump and Trumpism: “Like a preacher with a Rolex and a private jet, he beckons you to believe in his vision.”
Posting this from Alan Jacobs (@ayjay) on Twitter. Brilliant.
"Let’s bring the tomboy back, without taming her"
Lisa Selin Davis, writing in her New York Times op-ed piece, “Bring Back the Tomboys,” in which, among other things, she traces Billie Eilish’s tomboy bonafides back to Nancy McKeon’s character in “The Facts of Life”:
These were often my favorite characters, living examples of the feminist zeitgeist that told me I did not have to be feminine to be female: I could, and maybe should, dress and act like boys and have access to their domains. … The pop star Billie Eilish offers a refreshing twist: Through her affinity for oversize hoodies and pants and her confident, offbeat swagger, she provides girls an alternative to the overtly sexualized pop singer. I’d like to see even more of this — the return of Jo and her descendants, alongside the representations of strong, feminine girls and nonbinary and trans people. Girls who claim all the traditional traits of masculinity they want, girls who fix motorcycles or play drums or wear short hair.
February photoblogging challenge, Day 11: PLAIN. As in plain water, on a plane. Somehow, I found this to be a tough prompt!
I can’t believe I overlooked this bit of political reporting from a year ago. But what about the best comb to use with hot dish?
“… increasingly unhinged U.S. centrists announced Monday their plan to round up the nation’s populace into camps to force them to engage in meaningful dialogue.”
BBC News: “The CDC points to a wide variety of driving forces behind suicide … But it also highlights a common factor in the majority of American suicides: a gun.”
The husband has to wear a tie for the job he started last week. He decided that if he has to, so does the dog.
February photoblogging challenge, Day 10: SIGN. #mbfeb
I think I just saw a hockey player spit out a tooth. For some reason, that makes me feel better about my decision not to bother with the Oscars on TV tonight.
I had to hear a stemwinder of a homily this morning that tried at length, and unsuccessfully, to connect the “salt and light” theme of the Gospel reading with cured meats. Grateful that I was able to go to a vigil Mass yesterday with a sermon that was, uh, clearer.
“For someone who is progressive on most issues, this decision doesn’t come easy.” I feel you, Charles Camosy.
Bonus post! More for the February photoblogging challenge, Day 9: LULL. Because you can never have enough lulls on a Sunday.
February photoblogging challenge, Day 9: LULL.
Another reason I still have a Twitter account: Out of Context Beavis and Butthead.
Example No. 2,694 of why my husband doesn’t trust me with grocery runs.
February photoblogging challenge, Day 8: CONTRAST.
Bonus image for the February photoblogging challenge, Day 7: ABOVE.
The BBC on cyberloafing: “… is it possible to establish exactly how much time spent surfing online rejuvenates, without tipping over into slacking off?”
I hope so, she said during a brief cyberloafing break.
If this happens, does this mean I’d run into presidential candidates at Portillo’s or the local Jewel every few days after the midterms?
In The Onion, sometimes just a headline and a photo are all you need.
February photoblogging challenge, Day 7: ABOVE. (I’ll probably have a bonus shot for this one today. Stay tuned.)
Rough morning at the home office. Making up for it with leftovers. This, friends, is what people in and around Chicago actually eat — as opposed to that touristy deep dish business.
Latest headline from the WashPost: “President lashes out at Democrats as ‘corrupt people’ at National Prayer Breakfast.”
Speechless. I only wish some were similarly so.
February photoblogging challenge, Day 6: PLANT.
