Fridge, a diabetic -
urine in faces
cat stool flying in mouth
and all over the places.
He has but one tooth
in his head.
When he bites you it feels like fire.
“So Fridge, why are you so bad?”
Fridge (the cat) “I do not like you Andrew.
I like to let myself go on you all the time when you give me my meds.
One more thing – be happy I don’t vomit too.”
Thank you Fridge for that comment. This is Andrew saying I stink of urine and brown stuff.”
OH my god I am so happy I found this. I first spotted it in the back room at the Cat Practice like 7 years ago and I thought I would die on the spot. All over the places and When he bites you it feels like fire are so totally brilliant and then the segue into conversation, IT IS SO FANTASTIC.
Later that same year Monster was there for a couple of days with a kidney infection and I was visiting her when I noticed a cat further down was indeed the infamous Fridge. I thought he would be some mean-looking crank but he was the softest fluffiest angel-faced kitty in the world. That one tooth was telling, though. Like fire.
Nothing expresses the current state of my life more than the fact that I now own white high-heeled Doc Martens. If I were living inside the November Rain video, which we all are, really, right now I’d be watching Slash do his solo outside the barn church, getting dirty and not caring because white boots look better with mud on them.
Ms. Anne Elizabeth Moore is a rabble rouser and an upstart who is dedicated to overthrowing all of the right things and maybe even some things that you (and I) aren’t that comfortable with overthrowing. She was escorted out of American Girl Place by the cops when she decided to add to the conversation that was happening there; her book Unmarketable: Brandalism, Copyfighting, Mocketing, and the Erosion of Integrity, in addition to demonstrating proper and civilized use of the Oxford comma in its title, is a pointed look at the co-optation of DIY and other punk ethical strategies; she is using WPA archival techniques to document culture in her hometown with the dogged and awesome Revision Street; she has a number of other brilliant projects you should just go check out on her site, including a pdf of a zine that tells you how to make itself (I KNOW MINDBLOWING); and she is off to Cambodia early next year on a Fulbright because even the man she’s taking down knows she’s rad.
So you can imagine how honored I was when she asked me to contribute something to the new edition of The Manifesti of Radical Literature, which is kind of like the Chicago Manual of Style plus sneakiness and honor and jokes. My modest postface (A real thing! Opposite of the preface!) is hardly necessary to make this a valuable and compelling book, but it is there nonetheless, and I eagerly await the revolution that will begin when you get a Manifesti of your very own.
Thinking a lot about equality, liberation, visions of success vs visions of freedom. From Lisa Factora-Borchers on her blog My Ecdysis:
The purpose of feminism is to end itself. Andrea Dworkin called it one day without rape. Others have other land posts measuring feminism’s victory. The purpose of feminism is to one day find ourselves where we don’t need to fight for human rights through the lens of women’s oppression. Note: I didn’t write that the purpose is to bring down the man. The purpose is not to have a female president. The purpose is to transform the infrastructure that holds kyriarchy in its place. Replacing men with women – of any race, ethnicity, creed, or ability – who refuse to acknowledge the insidious and mutating face of gender oppression is not forward stepping. It’s a perpetuation of history.
And so the question comes: how invested are you in the liberation of women?
Because if you agree that the liberation of all women carries more weight than the identification as a liberal feminist, the feuds over whether feminism is dead becomes irrelevant. The uproar should be about dying women, not a dying Feminism.
And in a later post (at the blog’s new home):
The purpose and measure of kyriarchy – and feminism in general – is not to increase our time at the microphone so we can more accurately assign BLAME. The purpose and measure of kyriarchy is to further understand the power and crippling tendencies of the human race to push, torture, and minimize others. It is in our nature to try and become “lord” or “master” in our communities, to exert a “power-over” someone else. Kyriarchy does not exist to give us tools to further imprison ourselves by blaming our environment, upbringing, or social caste. It is the opposite. Kyriarchy exists to give us tools to liberate ourselves by understanding the shifting powers of oppression. It is not about passing the megaphone to men so they can be included in the oppression olympics. Simply check-marking our gender, sex, race, ablity, class, citizenship, skin color and other pieces of identity will not free us from the social ills of our stratified society. Kyriarchy is not the newly minted alarm clock to wake us up to what’s wrong. It exists to radically implement our finest strategies to deconstruct our personal and political powers for the liberation of self and community. For self AND community.
Which is why I so vehemently disagree with Hodgson who believes that the most helpful piece of kyriarchy is “its emphasis on individual liberation…”
Please indulge my own theory-making right now: There’s no such thing as liberation if the word ‘individual’ precedes it.
Check out Dilma Rousseff, the president-elect of Brazil. The above is from 1970, when she was arrested along with other members of Colima, a left-wing resistance group. She spent three years in jail, and was severely tortured.
She’s obviously a badass which does bring me to the topic of Ms. Shannen Doherty and her new book, Badass.
Basically this is McCarren Park kickball except awesome.
- Steve is shirtless and wearing trunks with crossbones on his ass.
- Brandon, Andrea, and Kelly are all wearing jeans shorts.
- Tori Spelling clearly has no internal organs
- Andrea puts her hands in the air, like she just don’t care
- Mr. Megan Fox wins the dance contest, because on this show David Silver is basically the token black friend, except Jewish
However, I fear for Badass. The subtitle is A Hard-Earned Guide to Living Life with the (Right) Attitude. Amazon tells me: “In her first book ever, she reveals her own evolution from bad girl to badass, sharing her secrets to happiness and success.” I think I will pass, badass!
Who on earth would want to learn about the right attitude from Brenda Walsh? She is the go-to for a bad attitude, and she is right every time! Things are unfair, Brandon does get special treatment, high school sucks and her relationship choices are stultifying. Brenda is the locus of resistance in the very heart of 90210! If she had a Tumblr we’d be all “Dood you gotta follow Walshtown.”
Bren has obviously been tamed, and taught to please. I worry that this is happening with Dilma as well. She had plastic surgery in order to be a more appealing candidate—although in Brazil I think plastic surgery is kind of mandatory. She’s basically Lula in lady clothes. But I like to think that deep down inside, she is still a motherfucking guerilla, perhaps wearing a black midriff top and high-waisted jeans.