More than ever, this was truly a week that happened. I’m very tired, I’m going back to bed after this. Sometimes after a hard morning of a few hours’ blogging, I like to sleep until dinner. I highly recommend this.

This week saw the return of accurate lesbian porn haiku:

Petite Red Head and Caliente Latina Roommates Surprise the Pizza Delivery Man

With a lecture on

how his employer should

compost pizza boxes.

Women in art history still long for nothing more than solitude:

babe can we please go home and go to bed
after this solo
you said that before the last solo
that was the same solo
did you really think they were two different songs?
i’ll play it again
oh god please don’t

Don’t miss anything, ever, about forgotten, difficult women. They’re the best kind.

IT FELT SO GOOD TO CONFESS ALL THE BOOKS WE’VE PRETENDED TO READ, LET’S DO IT EVERY WEEK

On being butch. On being handsome.

Are you trapped in an essay about adulthood right now?

“You dream that the founding fathers are boys like you. Exactly like you. You find them playing in a tree house, and they yell: “Come! We’ve built a whole country in your image!” When you look, their country is a fort, or a raft, or an abandoned mine…or a railroad track and a sandwich.”

I will never stop talking about Galaxy Quest.