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Month: November 2009

Hexing and the anger box

So, when ‘s stinky employer laid him off very suddenly last week — after only four months of employment — after they courted him very aggressively and got him to quit the job he already had — I thought, as one does, of invoking mystical vengeance through sympathetic magic. After all, my usual problem with curses is that they are intentionally doing a bad thing to a person. So doing a bad thing to a giant corporate entity doesn’t present quite the same ethical problem. Wanting a company to die a horrible, painful, and humiliating death is not the same…

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One more thing

I just thought of something. Twilight fans might be overwhelmingly female and largely teenage, but Sarah Palin fans are middle-aged white men, and she gets quite a lot of media backlash. Say what you like about changing demographics and whatnot, but last time I checked middle-aged white men still pretty much ruled the world. So actually the thing they have in common is strength of devotion combined with the poor quality of the underlying product.

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Squealing. Squealing.

This Utne Reader article quotes Sady Doyle’s assertion that Critics Pick on Twilight Fans Because They’re Girls, while at the same time acknowledging that they are both stupid and unfeminist. Doyle’s point seems to be that 1. Twilight is stupid escapist fantasy for girls, 2. Things like Tom Clancy novels are stupid escapist fantasy for boys*, and 3. Media backlash against Twilight is vehement and condescending, while virtually nonexistent against things like Tom Clancy novels or Harry Potter, therefore 4. Media backlash against Twilight is driven by the fact that Twilight’s biggest fan base is a maligned group, teenage girls.…

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Sometimes I do these stupid things for some reason

Today I joined a gym. Sweet Zombie Jesus. Three years ago, when I turned forty, I realized all at once that I had to actually go out of my way and Do Something in order to maintain the fitness level which I assumed was my birthright. (Frowny face. Yeah, I’m such a princess.) So I started going to Bikram Yoga, because it seemed like the thing. It was yoga, and so it had that flexible zenlike vibe, but it was also super hard to do so it had that strength and durability thing going on. And sweat, of course. Dear…

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Blood Ties, K-Ville, Alice B. Toklas

Really, I just wanted to make sure the "vampires" tag keeps pace with the "religion" tag. Tanya Huff ( on LiveJournal) was guest of hono(u)r at V-Con, so, after liking her on panels, I bought a book of hers in the dealers’ room (Blood Bank) and read it. It was a collection of short stories about the characters who were the basis of the Lifetime series Blood Ties: a male cop, a female ex cop, and a male vampire, who are in kind of a love triangle thing and solved mystical crimes in Toronto. The short stories were mostly set…

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13. Superstition (is/ain’t) the way (do do do do do)

If you met me when I was in college, I might have described myself as a Christian. (Or not. I was all over the place about that.) There were a few things I meant by this. One of them was, "Don’t try to convert me, I’m already as converted as I’m gonna get. Please go away now." One of them was, "Yes, I know you say that your stupid bigoted views about gay people come from the Bible, but I’ve read the Bible too, and I think Jesus would support gay civil rights. Because Jesus was a decent, compassionate, fair-minded…

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12. The death of certainty

So, there I was, fifteen or so years old, and I had decided that the religion I had been raised with was clearly nonsense. It’s a fairly common teenage experience, I suspect. You see things from the other side, you know the adults have been lying to you about what they knew, you get mad about the way adults always seem to be lying about something, and then you slink off and read a lot of Bertrand Russell. (In those days. Nowadays you might reach for Dawkins or Hitchens as well.) But for me it didn’t end there, because I’m…

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11. Turn me on, dead man

At the age of thirteen, I also discovered rock and roll. (Busy year, I know.) I met a girl who was as obsessed with The Lord of the Rings as I was (we watched the Bakshi film over and over. That’s right. The Bakshi film.) She was also really into The Beatles. We met because I liked the music she was playing at this end of the year picnic thing. This was the tail end of the disco years, and mainstream popular music had been pretty horrible for a while. Because of this I had concluded that I just didn’t…

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10. Big-ticket items: homosexuality

Another thing that happened when I was thirteen or fourteen, was that I became briefly worried that I might be gay. This was because I didn’t like any boys. I thought they were all stupid and irritating. I knew there was this thing that was supposed to happen during puberty, with regard to boys, but whatever it was, exactly, it was totally not happening. (What happened eventually was, I met a boy who wasn’t, strictly speaking, less irritating than other boys, but for some reason, when he wasn’t around, I really missed him. And that’s love.) So I worried that…

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9. Big-ticket items: abortion

I was thirteen or fourteen when I learned about abortion at religious summer camp. The camp was connected to Lake Sawyer and followed the same general Chickian doctrine, but in a lot of ways it was like every other summer camp. There were crafts and altar calls and junk food and kids making out in the woods and young-earth creationism and an anti-abortion propaganda film. Adults may not realize this, but teenagers usually know when they are being propaganda-ized, and resist it mightily. In fact, you can get teenagers to do some pretty stupid things just by working too hard…

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8. One last try

Here’s what happened to me during the year I was twelve: I started junior high. The other kids hated me. I hit puberty. We moved to a completely different part of the country. My family stayed with some friends of my parents for a couple of months. I went to another junior high with exceptionally low academic standards. The other kids hated me. I was subjected to another family’s "house rules" and suddenly, instead of being allowed to stay up until 9 or 10 and then read until I fell asleep, I was expected to be lying in bed, lights…

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7. The serpent enters the garden

When I was twelve, we left Orange County, California and moved to King County, Washington. Where we lived was like this: go to Kent, and then start driving east. Go up the hill. Keep driving. Pass Lake Meridian. Keep driving. Pass a bunch of housing developments. Keep driving. Keep driving. Keep driving. Wonder if you’ve gone too far. Keep driving. Keep driving. Keep driving.

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