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It's times like these that I wish I had a list of names so I could hold a fundraising party at my place. I LOVE entertaining and doing it for a good cause is even more fun. But since I have yet to reach Power Lesbian Status, I'm just going to have to settle for posting a vid from teh ladies at bitch.

Want my compost?

If you guys aren't regular readers of feministing.com (and, why not?) Ann posted this hilarious satirical vid by Carrie Brownstein (Sleater-Kinney) and Fred Armisen (SNL) as they play feminist bookstore employees.

Justice League

Feministing has an awesome post written by Sara Kelley, who's an intern at NOW-NYC and also working on completing her bachelor's degree in sociology and peace and justice studies. I don't know what exactly justice studies are, but it sounds heroic. (Perhaps tentimesfast will educate me on what those entail, she did take all the cool 'mo courses in college. HOLLA!)

Anyway. She writes a fierce essay on how important it is to be socially aware and know what's going on around the world, or at least in your own state, in regards to LGBTQQ issues and tells her coming out story (albeit it scary and anger-inducing) to boot.

A gem from her:

"Too often, ignorance leads to intolerance, and offensive attitudes can be shrugged off by those who claim, “they didn’t know.” My school knows that gay marriage is still illegal. I want my school and other institutions like it to know what heterosexist means, to recognize the effects of the community’s attitudes towards LGBTQQ students like me, and to be aware of the various issues we face. We’ve got to move past ignorance into knowledge, and hopefully, then, we can arrive at tolerance."

Procrastination

I procrastinate, drag my feet, whatever you wanna call it, I do it. Eventually, that is.

And today, what's keeping me from focusing on work, catching up on correspondence and ironing the HUGE pile of clean clothes on my floor (well, they were clean weeks ago) is this story asking where all the lesbian feminists went. Feministing first posted something about, moderately, in the Weekly Feminist Reader and now I can't stop theorizing where the lesbian feminists went.

Mostly, because, I'm still wondering where all the lesbians AND/OR feminists are, so it's difficult to think that there's a group of the hybrids of 'em out there. But, you should check that story out. Everything else can wait for now.

Not your momma's rollerskating rink

Here I was, minding my own business, grocery shopping at Giant with The Wifey and I see someone walk past me with a "DC Rollergirls" sweatshirt on. I didn't even know DC had a rollergirls' team, but any time I hear about anything having to do with women getting together to kick ass, I'm intrigued.

So, I'm adding this to the to-do list: Watch a DC Rollergirls' match. Or game. Or er, whatever they call it. (I'm not very well-versed on the sports' lingo, but my heart's in the right place.) They play at the Dulles Sportsplex and although I can't make it to the match/game tomorrow night, I'm adding the Web site to thee ol' bookmarks folder.

And the best part? Their names, son, their NAMES. Condoleeza Slice? Deja Bruise? Guantanamo Babe? Sweet mother. Now if only I can get them to give me a cool-ass name and add me to the honorable-mention-she's-not-really-playing lineup. Maybe that's what I'll ask for for Christmas. ...

In case you're ever tied up ...

I never read any Nancy Drew books when I was younger, so when "The Official Nancy Drew Handbook" caught my eye, I was curious to see what would be included in the "everyone's favorite girl detective" official handbook.

Among the so very applicable chapters, "Escape Clues" and "Survival Clues," (and yes, I realize this book is tongue-in-cheek, folks, I'm not 145) there are "Clues to Love and Romance" which include my favorite section, "How to Get That Ring on Your Finger and That Man to the Altar." Now, perhaps I'm surly because I can't get to the altar with the person I love, or perhaps I never had that as part of the plan from the get-go. My cousin had a 5-year plan that included engagement, college, marriage, job, baby. Mine was um, college? and working and finding someone I was happy with. I'm not crushing down on those who choose (or can choose) to go the Race Ya'll To The Altar game but I don't like the idea of a book, jokingly or not, telling impressionable young girls that this is how life is or how it's done.

Excerpt:
"Give him time: Don't hound him or give him an ultimatum -- that will have the opposite effect. Keep your clues subtle, not overt, then stop talking about the subject for a while. Give him time to mull it over. Remember, you want him to feel it's his decision, even if he's following your lead."

I know this isn't applicable to my fellow lesbians. And I hope no one takes this as any sort of advice. If you somehow manage to convince someone your intentions and make them think it was all their idea, it will come back to bite you in the rosy, red ass. But, as someone who has a little hetero sister out there in the crazy dating world who may take this to heart, I'm outraged this book is encouraging this behavior (as my momma would have put it). The biggest betrayal? That they took the feminist action heroine and turned her into someone who would pander for attention and -- fingers crossed -- wait for that ring to land on her finger. To which I point out: It won't go on if its crossed.

Ahem.

I'll stop with that. And also shout out to tentimesfast, who actually read the series and told me that she suspected Nancy and her best friend George (who was a mighty fine butch according to our conversation) were more than the assumed "best friends."

To which I reply: I hope so.