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The worst thing about the Mormon mommy blogverse
has got to be the preponderance of Jesus posts around Easter. I’m thrilled to scroll after photograph upon photograph of bunny ears and wicker baskets, but the instant I come to their praise of the man they consider their Savior a stone drops in my stomach and I feel like an intruder, and I say to myself: Yup, definitely Jewish. I’ve never considered myself religious, or even...
Fuck/Marry/Kill: Dustin Hoffman, Jack Nicholson,... →
in defense of the Spice Girls, or how I learned to...
It’s become trendy in feminist circles to hate on the Spice Girls. All right, I’m oversimplifying a bit. Criticism of the Spice Girls generally ensues from discussions about the legitimate issue of faux-feminism, which has also been referred to as “fun feminism,” and as much as I want to defend my favorite childhood girl group to the death I’m not going to dismiss...