Showing posts with label vlog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vlog. Show all posts
"I thought it was the most exhaustingly didactic bodice-ripper I had ever read."
It's Aunt Feminina Boots, talking about the Ayn Rand book club.
And here she is on the feminist book club. ("I want to read about hermaphrodites and Lizzy Borden. Every other woman in the group wants to read Barbara Kingsolver, Barbara Kingsolver, Barbara Kingsolver.")
(Via Metafilter.)
2 moving pictures from today's Farmers' Market.
2 boys were playing "Like a Rolling Stone" and collecting lots of dollar bills (including 2 from us):
A religious choir was singing as the nearby mindless drummer played:
A religious choir was singing as the nearby mindless drummer played:
"You know men need lessons, of course."
A completely out-of-context clip for your amusement/puzzlement:
Context to be provided later. Today, I think.
UPDATE: The context. I'm talking about Esquire magazine.
Context to be provided later. Today, I think.
UPDATE: The context. I'm talking about Esquire magazine.
Labels:
Bloggingheads,
Esquire,
masculinity,
vlog
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