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Watching Beirut Die

Anthony Bourdain, celebrity chef, arrived in Beirut not too long ago with a camera crew to shoot footage for his Discovery Travel Channel show, No Reservations. His aim was to show the revival of Beirut’s cultural and culinary life after years of war and occupation. Unfortunately, things didn’t turn out as expected, as he writes in Salon:

Then, in the blink of an eye, everything went sideways: Relaxed smiles froze and disappeared. Suddenly, there was the sound of automatic weapons firing randomly in the air from a nearby neighborhood. And fireworks. Then cars — a few of them — teenage kids, women and adults, some leaning out the windows and waving Hezbollah flags and flashing the “V” for victory sign, celebrating what we were told, after a few quick cellphone calls, was the grabbing of two Israeli soldiers. Our fixer, a Sunni; Ali, a Shiite; and “Marwan,” a Christian, who’d just minutes ago been pointing proudly at the mural — all three looked down in embarrassment, a look of sorrow, shame and then resignation on their faces. Someone muttered “assholes” bitterly. They knew — right away — what was going to happen next.

Be sure to read the whole thing.

Just Goes To Show, You Can’t Win For Losing

The discussion below, as it always seems to when a young woman is raped or murdered, turned to the kinds of Monday-morning quarterbacking people do after the fact, which always has an undertone of she asked for it. The “What was she doing leaving her home in the first place” crowd has a million of ’em. And usually this kind of thing is employed to shame and control women and women’s sexuality (because of course, the armchair quarterbacks are strangely silent about the second-guessing when a man is murdered after a night out).

But up in Alaska, they’ve found a new use for the slut-shaming: use it as part of the argument over a proposed smoking ban!

In a letter to the Anchorage Daily News, Frank Dahl, chairman of the political action committee of the Anchorage Cabaret, Hotel, Restaurant & Retailers Association, made the bizarre connection: “At a time when we are legitimately concerned with assaults against women, ask yourself, is it better to allow the continuation of smokers in a controlled bar atmosphere, or for women to go outside to smoke a cigarette to be the target of the sexual predators and violence we hear so much about?”

What’s more, an Op-Ed in the Anchorage Daily News notes that opponents of the ban say many female smokers would be so deterred by such a restriction that “instead of hanging out in the smoky safety of a bar, some women … may even stay home, where they may have an abusive husband or boyfriend who is more likely to beat them up.” Women aren’t safe at home or on the street, the argument goes, but they’re plenty safe in a bar. Let’s hear it for Alaskan women’s last safe haven: the smoky, booze-filled pub!

So, which is it? Don’t go to bars, don’t leave the house, or don’t stay home?

The Making of a Proper Victim

What happened to Jennifer Moore, a young New Jersey woman who drove into Manhattan with a girlfriend two days ago for some partying and wound up dead in a trash bin, is tragic. She and her friend became separated at some point after they discovered the friend’s car had been impounded, and Jennifer was abducted, raped and murdered.

You’d think that storyline alone would be enough to make her a sympathetic victim of the sort that the New York tabs love. But, apparently, though she was young, white and pretty, she wasn’t white enough for the Post.

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This Will Get You Banned

Quoth Mark, who was stamping his little feetsies because I refused to a) buy into his framing of certain questions and b) do his Googling for him:

You say you’re a lawyer, huh? No doubt, one of the shittiest ones there is.

So much for ‘lawyer’ zuzu. She’s just another stupid-ass feminist skank.

Ilyka then pointed out the obvious:

Zuzu does not have to answer your questions, which many commenters have previously pointed out to you were irrelevant, argument-by-distraction, shifting-goalposts, Trolly-Trollerson questions in the first place. But let’s say Zuzu had wanted to answer your questions. Let’s say she’d felt charitable today. I’m betting you blew any chance of that with “stupid-ass feminist skank.”

To which Mark responded:

Ah, another shit skank who thinks she’s a badcunt behind a computer screen tries to suggest violence against men. I’ve got a better idea, douche-ditz. Take one of those metal coat hangers you femiskanks are always rhapsodizing about, dip it in the sewer, stick it up your smelly snatch, and abort yourself? How’s that, sistah?

In case you were wondering, that’s one way to get yourself banned around here. Bye, troll!

Friday Cat Blogging – The Old Skool Edition

Doug,

Spliff

Pablo,

Pablo Can't Get Down

And by popular request, Merle.

Sack O' Cat

And poor Sasha,

Poor Sasha

She doesn’t feel well. She’s lost quite a bit of weight and seems as though she’s on the verge of something sinister. We have a feeling the adoption agency lied to us about her health and age and that she will require more help in the near future. Nevertheless, she remains the attention- and affection-seeker that she’s always been. Poor, sweet kitty. It’s been difficult to watch her deteriorate.

Friday Random Ten – The Sippin’ MaiTais at BlogHer Edition

Ooh, it feels good to whip out an FRT. Yes, I blogged this before I actually left for San Jose, but I’m hoping I at least get a mimosa up in that blogger con.

A further note: Jill has asked me to guest blog while she takes off a few weeks to *drumroll* travel Europe. I know. I feel the same way.

1) Mount Sims – No Yellow Lines
2) Lou Reed – Take a Walk on the Wild Side (which inevitably makes me think of Marky Mark)
3) Josh Martinez – Just a Dood
4) Nouvelle Vague – A Forest (The Cure cover)
5) Edith Frost – Hear My Heart
6) Butthole Surfers – Hurdy Gurdy Man (Donovan cover that was featured on, I believe, the Dumb and Dumber soundtrack)
7) T-Rex – Cosmic Dancer
8) The Magnetic Fields – When You’re Old and Lonely
9) Superwolf (Bonnie “Prince” Billy) – Ignition (R. Kelly cover, and very amusing)
10) Gogol Bordello – Let’s Get Radical

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My Poor Baby

Thunderstorms terrify Junebug. And we’re in the midst of one now, one that had VERY CLOSE lightning and VERY LOUD thunder. Presumably, something got hit, because there were sirens shortly after the reeeeeealllly loud thunderclap.

Nowhere is safe enough, of course, but for thunderstorms, I move the vacuum out of the closet so Junebug can go in.

That white thing at her feet is a slice of fresh mozzarella. You know she’s terrified if she’s not eating that right up.

My, What a Prophetic Headline

Apparently, there’s been quite a hue and cry over this magazine cover.

It’s a parenting magazine. With a nursing baby on the cover. And OH MY GOD IT’S A BREAST! A BREAST!

The cover story?

“Why Women Don’t Nurse Longer.”

Can’t imagine why.

H/T: Tbogg.

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Vanity Blogging

The antibiotics thing is nothing new, by the way. I’m pretty absent-minded in general.

My best ever absentmindedness story is this: One semester, my day started at ten in the morning Monday through Thursday. On Friday, however, I had a discussion section at nine in the morning. I could not for the life of me remember that, and so I missed that section at least eight or nine times out of fewer than twenty sessions in all. It wasn’t an excuse. It wasn’t because I was overtired or too busy or because I wanted to sleep in. I just forgot, over and over and over again. So then I’d have to go and find the very nice grad student who taught the class, and tell him that I’d, um, forgotten I was enrolled in it. Again.

What dumbass things have you done?