GOOD MORNING, CAMPERS. (Is there a more hateful sound than the sickly-sung drawl of “Good morning, campers”? I submit that there is not.) I’m going to be doing a few link roundups over the next week or two as a FUN CHANGE OF PACE; please prepare yourself in the unlikely event that you hate change.
Should you consider yourself an interested party, here is the official instagram for the caught small cat, now living with Friend of the Toast Liz Lopatto.
He is well, and all signs point to his continuing to be well, for a very long time.
Oh, my goodness and a half:
She’s very aware that she doesn’t have many of the problems others in the group do. She’s already worked through her war issues in therapy. She and her second wife got divorced when she transitioned, but they’ve made their friendly peace, and what living family she’s still got accepts her. She has a new partner, a woman named Lizzie Jenkins. They’re both retired. Donna Jean’s extremely busy and active in the community via Louisiana Trans Advocates, an organization she helped found that runs support groups, which she and Lizzie personally lead in New Orleans and Baton Rouge and attend events for all over the state. She also speaks to university classes because she and Lizzie like to spread awareness and combat stigma. Plus, they really like the way that they can, from the front of the room, see all the college men in the seats unconsciously put their hands over their junk when the discussion turns to sex reassignment surgery.
When it happens, DJ and Lizzie point out to the boys that they’re doing it. Then the boys spread their arms back out, draping them all over the backs of the chairs around them, reclaiming their full, rightful male space.
Donna Jean is the happiest she’s ever been. She often hums cheery tunes to herself as she walks around town.
“You can just glimpse what Zink means by “agent bait,” though Mislaid is less a satire of race and sexuality in the American South than a satisfying parody of what such a (self-consciously serious and more obviously commercial) satire might look like — perhaps one by Jonathan Franzen.”
I honestly, truly, cannot parse this sentence. I am genuinely asking for assistance. What does it mean? Someone gave me a copy of this, and I read the first twenty and the last four pages and couldn’t get into it. Do you have the boss key? Is it worth trying again? I am open and honest and willing to appreciate it. Tell me what to do.
My parents found out about Soylent today because there was a profile in the paper. Thanks to the guys who made Soylent, I had to listen to my parents separately, quietly exclaiming “It’s peeeooooopleeeee” on and off all morning. HAVEN’T YOU PEOPLE RUINED ENOUGH.
There are a few really sad instances of vicious sexual harassment in Anne Meara’s otherwise lovely obituary.
When they met in 1953, they were both in New York looking for work. She burst out of his agent’s office in tears after the man chased around his desk.
In his 2000 memoir, “Married to Laughter,” Stiller wrote that he took the upset, “angel-faced” young woman to a coffee shop, where she bemoaned the lecherous men of New York.
“A guy started following me down Broadway,” Meara told him. “He must’ve known I was an actress. I had a portfolio and was wearing makeup. When he got real close, he started saying dirty words. I started to limp, hoping it would turn him off.
“‘Keep it up, sweetheart,’ he said. ‘I love women with afflictions!'”
The past was mostly garbage, except for, I suppose, when it wasn’t.
“The U.S. military today is gradually becoming a separate warrior class“:
Multi-generational military families like the Graveses form the heart of the all-volunteer Army, which increasingly is drawing its ranks from the relatively small pool of Americans with historic family, cultural or geographic connections to military service.
While the U.S. waged a war in Vietnam 50 years ago with 2.7 million men conscripted from every segment of society, less than one-half of 1% of the U.S. population is in the armed services today — the lowest rate since World War II. America’s recent wars are authorized by a U.S. Congress whose members have the lowest rate of military service in history, led by three successive commanders in chief who never served on active duty.
Surveys suggest that as many as 80% of those who serve come from a family in which a parent or sibling is also in the military. They often live in relative isolation — behind the gates of military installations such as Ft. Bragg or in the deeply military communities like Fayetteville, N.C., that surround them.
The segregation is so pronounced that it can be traced on a map: Some 49% of the 1.3 million active-duty service members in the U.S. are concentrated in just five states — California, Virginia, Texas, North Carolina and Georgia.
AMERICA NINJA WARRIOR (god, what a DREADFUL name) is BACK for season seven and I am JAZZED ABOUT WATCHING A LOT OF INTENSE, COMPACTLY-MUSCLED PEOPLE FLING THEMSELVES ABOUT ABSURD OBSTACLE COURSES FOR MY AMUSEMENT. KACY CATANZARO WILL ASCEND TO THE HALLS OF VALHALLA ON THE BACK OF GIANT FOAM CUSHIONS.
