About a week ago, I watched in equal parts abject horror and morbid curiousity as the integrity of The Daily Show was called into question by the folks over at Jezebel.

I really should have posted this yesterday, as May 9 is the actual anniversary of the Pill. As it was, I was out celebrating Mother's Day with my mom. Ironic, you might say, but not really: on the contrary, I rather enjoy that the oral contraceptive's 50th birthday happens to fall on Mother's Day this year.

I bought tickets to see Hole today. And I'm listening - finally - to Nobody's Daughter.

...and I'm not sure how comfortable I fit into it.

Yes, the concept is overly pretentious, but it carries the dual standard of being overly accurate, too. What am I to do while one opportunity fizzles away as a plethora of others dangle uncertainly in the ether?

Before I forget, this really needs to be shared with the world:

The shame of my college sophomore crush is burning like syphilis.

But still, this stuff is juicy. And as drama addict, I can't turn away.

Cross-posted at Punchline Magazine, word!

Well, even if it is, I'm still going to choose to. (Ha. Ha.) 

Admittedly, I'm a shame-faced feminist for not having known about this prior to an hour or so ago. It's the anniversary of Roe V. Wade, and thus, NARAL Pro-Choice is challenging bloggers (for the fifth year, no less) to craft blogo-rhetoric and syntax around the answer to the following question:

Late night movie recommendation: Humpday.

Source: tribute.ca.

It's thinking girl's smut.

You know what movie still rocks? Clueless.

I find it rather hard to comprehend that there are current tenth graders the same age as it.