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  • can one take a hairdryer on a plane without security ripping open your suitcase and discarding said coveted hairdryer????

    planning on traveling soon, and i don't know what the protocol is for bringing my blowdryer.

  • the declining math aptitude of kids these days makes me really sad. i may have a degree in english and work for a publisher ... but man, do i love sitting down and solving a good math problem. i miss calculus.

  • UNDEAD AND UNAPPRECIATED

    I just finished reading this book a swiped off the Free Pile. I understand the Undead part perfectly ... but I don't know how Unappreciated Miss Betsy really was.

    *Warning* I might get carried away and ruin parts of the book ... or I may not. I'm not good at tiptoeing around plotlines and factoids.

    Anywho ... so I didn't get a chance to read the book where she actually dies and becomes a vampire ... but I'm sure it's floating around the office somewhere.

    This little morsel of Paranormal Romance [according to the spine] is more comedy than romance if you ask me. I mean, wouldn't you laugh your ass off at the idea that the Spawn of Satan goes to church and was raised by a minister? That she's the perfect natural blonde? That she smells like vanilla? Her vampire half-sister may be more demonic than she. And I couldn't get my mind of the fact that the Queen of the Vampires real name is Elizabeth Ann Taylor ... hello? Could Mary Janice Davidson get anymore uncreative than that???

    At least one of the protagonist is a African American ... which you usually don't find in books that are geared towards white women with vampire fetishes. Then again, Jessica doesn't like to be called African American.

    The book was good enough to make me miss my train stop ... I'll give it that much. But it was probably because this first person narrative is so natural and full of Blonde moments ... with little sprinklings of vampire lore.

  • review to come ...

  • Some news my mom needs to get a grasp on ...

    Op-Ed Contributor

    Too Close for Comfort

    Published: November 7, 2006

    Olympia, Wash.

    Ward Schumaker

    EVER since the Census Bureau released figures last month showing that married-couple households are now a minority, my phone has been ringing off the hook with calls from people asking: “How can we save marriage? How can we make Americans understand that marriage is the most significant emotional connection they will ever make, the one place to find social support and personal fulfillment?”

    I think these are the wrong questions — indeed, such questions would have been almost unimaginable through most of history. It has only been in the last century that Americans have put all their emotional eggs in the basket of coupled love. Because of this change, many of us have found joys in marriage our great-great-grandparents never did. But we have also neglected our other relationships, placing too many burdens on a fragile institution and making social life poorer in the process.

    A study released this year showed just how dependent we’ve become on marriage. Three sociologists at the University of Arizona and Duke University found that from 1985 to 2004 Americans reported a marked decline in the number of people with whom they discussed meaningful matters. People reported fewer close relationships with co-workers, extended family members, neighbors and friends. The only close relationship where more people said they discussed important matters in 2004 than in 1985 was marriage.

    In fact, the number of people who depended totally on a spouse for important conversations, with no other person to turn to, almost doubled, to 9.4 percent from 5 percent. Not surprisingly, the number of people saying they didn’t have anyone in whom they confided nearly tripled.

    The solution to this isolation is not to ramp up our emotional dependence on marriage. Until 100 years ago, most societies agreed that it was dangerously antisocial, even pathologically self-absorbed, to elevate marital affection and nuclear-family ties above commitments to neighbors, extended kin, civic duty and religion.

    St. Paul complained that married men were more concerned with pleasing their wives than pleasing God. In John Adams’s view, a “passion for the public good” was “superior to all private passions.” In both England and America, moralists bewailed “excessive” married love, which encouraged “men and women to be always taken up with each other.”

    From medieval days until the early 19th century, diaries and letters more often used the word love to refer to neighbors, cousins and fellow church members than to spouses. When honeymoons first gained favor in the 19th century, couples often took along relatives or friends for company. Victorian novels and diaries were as passionate about brother-sister relationships and same-sex friendships as about marital ties.

    The Victorian refusal to acknowledge strong sexual desires among respectable men and women gave people a wider outlet for intense emotions, including physical touch, than we see today. Men wrote matter-of-factly about retiring to bed with a male roommate, “and in each other’s arms did friendship sink peacefully to sleep.” Upright Victorian matrons thought nothing of kicking their husbands out of bed when a female friend came to visit. They spent the night kissing, hugging and pouring out their innermost thoughts.

    By the early 20th century, though, the sea change in the culture wrought by the industrial economy had loosened social obligations to neighbors and kin, giving rise to the idea that individuals could meet their deepest needs only through romantic love, culminating in marriage. Under the influence of Freudianism, society began to view intense same-sex ties with suspicion and people were urged to reject the emotional claims of friends and relatives who might compete with a spouse for time and affection.

    The insistence that marriage and parenthood could satisfy all an individual’s needs reached a peak in the cult of “togetherness” among middle-class suburban Americans in the 1950s. Women were told that marriage and motherhood offered them complete fulfillment. Men were encouraged to let their wives take care of their social lives.

    But many men and women found these prescriptions stifling. Women who entered the work force in the 1960s joyfully rediscovered social contacts and friendships outside the home.

    “It was so stimulating to have real conversations with other people,” a woman who lived through this period told me, “to go out after work with friends from the office or to have people over other than my husband’s boss or our parents.”

    And women’s lead in overturning the cult of 1950s marriage inspired many men to rediscover what earlier generations of men had taken for granted — that men need deep emotional connections with other men, not just their wives. Researchers soon found that men and women with confidants beyond the nuclear family were mentally and physically healthier than people who relied on just one other individual for emotional intimacy and support.

    So why do we seem to be slipping back in this regard? It is not because most people have voluntarily embraced nuclear-family isolation. Indeed, the spread of “virtual” communities on the Internet speaks to a deep hunger to reach out to others.

    Instead, it’s the expansion of the post-industrial economy that seems to be driving us back to a new dependence on marriage. According to the researchers Kathleen Gerson and Jerry Jacobs, 60 percent of American married couples have both partners in the work force, up from 36 percent in 1970, and the average two-earner couple now works 82 hours a week.

    This is probably why the time Americans spend socializing with others off the job has declined by almost 25 percent since 1965. Their free hours are spent with spouses, and as a study by Suzanne Bianchi of the University of Maryland released last month showed, with their children — mothers and fathers today spend even more time with their youngsters than parents did 40 years ago.

    As Americans lose the wider face-to-face ties that build social trust, they become more dependent on romantic relationships for intimacy and deep communication, and more vulnerable to isolation if a relationship breaks down. In some cases we even cause the breakdown by loading the relationship with too many expectations. Marriage is generally based on more equality and deeper friendship than in the past, but even so, it is hard for it to compensate for the way that work has devoured time once spent cultivating friendships.

    The solution is not to revive the failed marital experiment of the 1950s, as so many commentators noting the decline in married-couple households seem to want. Nor is it to lower our expectations that we’ll find fulfillment and friendship in marriage.

    Instead, we should raise our expectations for, and commitment to, other relationships, especially since so many people now live so much of their lives outside marriage. Paradoxically, we can strengthen our marriages the most by not expecting them to be our sole refuge from the pressures of the modern work force. Instead we need to restructure both work and social life so we can reach out and build ties with others, including people who are single or divorced. That indeed would be a return to marital tradition — not the 1950s model, but the pre-20th-century model that has a much more enduring pedi- gree.

    Stephanie Coontz, a history professor at Evergreen State College, is the author of “Marriage, a History: How Love Conquered Marriage.”

  • Really Bad Names

    We got a permissions request from someone named Crescent Dragonwagon [and yes that is her real name].

    My sister informed me that she goes to school with a Tiara and a Diamond Crystal.

    My co-worker says he went to school with a girl named Joawanna Goodnight.

    hhhhhmmmmmmm ....

  • aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ... i've been shot

    i just got a flu shot at work today ... hurts like hell. i'm such a girl [as my boyfriend would put it]. you would think having a dad who works in a hospital would have taught me how to brave needles ... then again, my dad has always let the hospital staff subject me to more shots and drawing of blood than is necessary in one sitting.

    i think i shall sleep the pain away and hope that it gets better.

  • A while back, I had this conversation with my boyfriend about the differences between heroines in the novels I read. As most of you must know, I work for a publishing company ... I get to read a lot of the books being printed for free ... before they even hit the shelves in stores. Have had the misfortune of coming across a lot of trashy novels on the Free Pile, but I guess that really speaks for itself.

    In the past 2 months that I've lived in NYC and had time to read the books I've had piling on my desk by authors I get to pay [hehehehe], I've noticed a blaring contrast between the romance novels I have read. Two of the books screamed of every woman's fantasy: the perfect lover, the really tough guy who is really a softy at heart ... you know, that mushy stuff. Which was fine. I too am a sucker for a good romance.

    But then I turned to two books that were also supposed to be romances ... and they turned out to be pretty devastating. There were characters that were raped, and by really crappy guys ... and then they couldn't really be with the one guy that treated them like princesses.

    And the only difference between the main characters of these 4 books were their ethnicities.

    Book #1 had a British Duchess as the lead

    Book #2 had an Irish writer

    Book #3 was an Indian princess [and I dare you to guess what book that is out now is about an Indian princess]

    and Book #4 is about an 11 yr old Chinese girl

     

    Why is it that it's okay to publish a book where a White protagonist gets the best sex of her life, and in the same breathe publish and celebrate the "exotic-ness" of a book where the Asian protagonist is constantly raped?

  • I don't know why I love this cape so much ...

     but I do ... even more than the Burberry one.


    Oh, and if anyone happens to come across loafer-style heels, let me know. I'm still kicking myself for not buying the ones at Steve Madden when I was in college and they had gone from $79 to $14.

  • A reason why you should always keep an eye on a 3 yr old

    For SpongeBob, 3-year-old sacrifices freedom (at least temporarily)
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    Robert Moore, 3, climbed into a stuffed animal vending machine Saturday in Anti-go, Wis. With the help of the fire department, he rescued himself.
    The Daily Journal via AP
    Robert Moore, 3, climbed into a stuffed animal vending machine Saturday in Anti-go, Wis. With the help of the fire department, he rescued himself.
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    ANTIGO, Wis. (AP) — A toddler who went fishing for a stuffed cartoon character in a vending machine wound up sharing space with the toy inside the game's plastic cubicle.

    Three-year-old Robert Moore tried to scoop out a stuffed replica of SpongeBob SquarePants with the vending machine's plastic crane on Saturday, but had no luck on his first attempt.

    While his grandmother, Fredricka Bierdemann, turned her back to get another dollar for a second try, Robert took off his coat and squeezed through an opening in the machine. He landed in the stuffed animal cube.

    "I turned around and looked for him, and he said, 'Oma, I'm in here," Bierdemann said. "I thought I would have a heart attack."

    Store employees couldn't find a key to the machine, so Robert waited while the Anti-go Fire Department was called.

    "He was having a ball in there, hugging all the stuffed animals," Bierdemann said. "He was so good-natured, but I was shaking like a leaf."

    Firefighters broke one lock but then spotted two latches inside the plastic cube. They passed a screwdriver to Robert, who eventually freed himself.

    He went home safe — but without a stuffed Sponge Bob.

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    Posted 10/25/2006 9:33 AM ET
    Updated 10/25/2006 12:20 PM ET