Monday, May 10, 2010

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Women's Rights = Boredom. Women in Bikinis = Awesome.

Regardless whether or not State Senator Mike Bennett was looking at pornography - on his state issued computer during a floor debate - he admitted to being bored.


Americans need representatives who will not get bored doing their job; we all need governmental representatives at every level who are interested in working for us.

Especially when the topic at hand is as laden and controversial as abortion and reproductive rights.

Many states have a law requiring ultrasounds be administered before an abortion.  But the bill that passed in Florida is similar to Oklahoma's new, more severe law, and it's a worrying trend.  The bill requires ultrasounds be given to women who want an abortion - not only is the ultrasound unwanted, the woman has to pay for it, and sit through an explanation of the findings by a doctor with the ultrasound image in her line of sight.

I don't understand people who think abortion is taken lightly.  Serious thought and major emotions go into the decision.  Adding an ultrasound, and having a doctor describe the fetus gives a woman extra stress on top of an already tense situation.  That level of excess is unnecessary.  And uncalled for.  In Oklahoma, even though women went through with the ultrasound procedure, and became extremely emotional as a result, not one changed her mind about getting an abortion.

Why implement a bogus law that does more undue harm than good?  Maybe if our representatives listened to their constituents, and spent more time in meaningful debate (and not opening questionable online attachments) we would have better laws that protected people.  Laws that protect women's reproductive freedoms.  Laws that respect women as capable human beings, not just baby incubators.  Or bikini models.

Etsy: Turned into Reality

Artwork Inspiration

Wearable Pieces (Traditional)

Wearable Pieces (Modern)

Saturday, May 01, 2010

Not-So-Weekly Recipe

What The Fuck Should I Make For Dinner?

Because, sometimes, I just don't fucking know.

(via A Cup Of Jo)

Friday, April 30, 2010

Book Club

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

This is my much loved copy.  It's worn, the cover is faded, and the pages are falling out.

Two of my favorite passages come at the end of the story:

"There was a silly damn bird called a phoenix back before Christ, every few hundred years he built a pyre and burnt himself up.  He must have been first cousin to Man.  But every time he burnt himself up he sprang out of the ashes, he got himself born all over again.  And it looks like we're doing the same thing, over and over, but we've got one damn thing the phoenix never had.  We know the damn silly thing we just did.  We know all the damn silly things we've done for a thousand years and as long as we know that and always have it around where we can see it, someday we'll stop making the goddamn funeral pyres and jumping in the middle of them.  We pick up a few more people that remember every generation."

"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said.  A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made.  Or a garden planted.  Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.  It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away."

And perhaps the best one-liner:  "Stuff your eyes with wonder."

Fahrenheit 451 is a bleak story of the future, but Bradbury gives you such hope in the midst of it all.  Hope that mankind is really better than war, death, and crime.  Hope that even when things seem impossible to change, we can change them.

FNS: One of my favorite songs ever from one of the worst movies ever

Wednesday, April 28, 2010


"Rather than congratulating women for being lovely human beings and rewarding men for being hard-charging winners, or making an effort to send the opposite messages to each, it might do everyone a bit of good to be taught healthy self-confidence alongside responsibility, cooperation and civility -- impulses that should not be gender-coded, and that might serve us all well, in life and at work."

A nice girl's guide to getting ahead

(via Salon)

Friday, April 23, 2010


The New Decornographers: Bloggers with Perfect, Beautiful, Craftsy Lives


Book Club

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

Ok.  So I read this book forever ago, and recently re-read it.  And oh.  My.  God.

Apparently I either completely forgot the entire thing, or was at such a different point in my life that I didn't think twice about how offensive and painful Lolita truly is.  Who allowed this to become so ingrained into our society?  How did this novel get to be so literarily predominate?  Who thinks this is important in any way?

I've come across arguments in favor of this work, saying it's a love story.  Umm.  No it's not.  Anything based on furtive sex with a minor who cries during and afterward is not love.  Especially when the narrator doesn't care.  Selfish indulgence.

Monday, April 19, 2010


A couple unfinished sketches from my sketchbook: