Well, I Think Being a Poem Star is Awesome, Myself

Ugh, Twitter. I was having a fight with Matthew Hurtt, which is, frankly, the internet equivalent of trying to fish just one piece of spaghetti out of a boiling pot. You know there’s something of substance in there, but getting hold of it and getting it out is difficult, to put it mildly.

Anyway, so he was crowing on about the TNDP following Ginger Lee, as if there’s something necessarily weird or untoward about the TNDP following back someone who follows them, just because she has a career in porn. And I gave him shit about using a woman’s legal job as evidence of some kind of tainting ick that the TNDP should avoid.

And of course, fishing spaghetti metaphor in full effect, the fight went nowhere, because Hurtt is well, himself and he doesn’t seem to even suspect that I might be sticking up for Lee and not the TNDP.

But this is all background to this tweet, which blew my mind.

RT @AuntB@matthewhurtt Stop equating women’s legal jobs with ickiness and I’ll stop being petty. Poem star is kinda icky

Now, obviously, the first sentence is from me. The second sentence is what norinrad10 thought of my first sentence.

Can you believe this shit? Dude is either going to want to get laid someday or be the spiritual leader of people who are hoping to get laid and he’s saying in public that doing things that a lot of people get off on is icky.

I didn’t know what to make of this. I don’t feel like I was raised in libertine times. People of my generation were and are plenty fucked up about sex.

But, you know, pretty early on, we figured out that, if we wanted someone to do something with us, we didn’t say we found it icky when someone else did it with another person.

Amanda Marcotte is talking over at her place about the rise of prudery and, when I read that, I hearkened back to this whole twitter exchange. And I wonder–is this what’s going on? The uptight anti-pleasure folks are winning?

This is depressing. And what can be done to counter it? I mean, the 50s sucked, but groundwork was being laid for the Civil Rights movement and 2nd Wave Feminism and the hippies and good music. Are we laying groundwork?

I don’t know. I hope so. But I worry.

The New Guy

This band’s lead singer left them either right before or right after their album hit. He had a pretty distinctive voice, so you wonder, do they find a guy who sounds similar a la Journey or Judas Priest?

Or do you go for someone who has his own sound?

They went for someone who has his own sound. And almost distractingly beautiful eyes.

Anyway, I love that both the doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo-doooo instrumental part and the “It’ll get you there. It’ll get you there quicker” are both so easily stuck in your head.

My Next Dog will be a Bull

I’m finally getting the hang of this eyedrop crap, which is good, because at $35 a tiny bottle, it was killing me every time I dripped a drop on my lower eyelid instead of in my eye. And I’m even getting the hang of walking the dog in glasses, which is also good.

But today, as I’m walking along, a gray pickup truck slows way down and then stops. It’s a dude. He wants to tell me about his pit bulls, which, he says, are at least twice the size of Mrs. W. and how the puppy has started fighting with his female as she’s coming into heat and did I want the puppy, since he looks just like my dog but huge?

People, I am literally just walking down the street and some dude tries to give me a dog. In my glasses. With my own dog. No, I’m not really sure why the fact I had glasses on makes it more ridiculous, but to me it does.

But see? This is why my next dog should just be a bull. A bull bull. A cow bull. Because those fuckers are expensive, and scary. I could take my bull to the parks and feel safe AND when someone wanted to give me another bull… well, that would be worth thinking about.

I had to politely decline the bull dog though. I told him Mrs. W. was old and I couldn’t do a puppy to her.

Still, I wonder about a pit bull twice as big as her. Well, it goes to show you that there are a lot of dogs getting lumped into the pit bull umbrella.