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ITALIA!

Hands down the best game of the entire World Cup.

Even if you aren’t cheering for Italy, you have to admit that the game was entertainment at its best. I look forward to seeing France/Portugal succumb to the power of l’Italia on Sunday.

But It Was Rhetorical

Did you really need another reason to conclude that Charlotte Allen from the Independent (And by ‘independent’ we actually mean woman-hating lapdogs to the Republican party) Women’s Forum is a complete idiot?

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What Else I’m Reading

Why are men still joking about rape? And why is rape still being imaged as erotic and sexy?

Abstinence-only education hits a dead end with HPV.

Katha Pollitt tosses her two cents into the supposed “mommy wars.”

The Truth About Boys and Girls: The “boy crisis” in education is bunk.

There’s a semi-secret nude beach in Seattle. I had no idea. And while I’m not a nudist, I do like the idea of being able to go as nude as you please to the beach — any beach.

Atrios on those intolderant atheists.

Apparently, the Sisterhood is in a big ol’ fight. No one invited me to the brawl, which is probably a good thing — you know those bitches will scratch your eyes out.

An unfortunate reminder that the people in charge of deciding net neutrality issues don’t even know the basics of what they’re talking about. Perhaps we should all send Sen. Stevens an internet and give him an idea.

Before you can really love anyone else, you have to love yourself. Aww.

Happy Fourth of July!

I am celebrating in Europe, for the second year in a row. And I do really miss the U.S. today. The Fourth is one of my favorite holidays. As kids, we’d always have a big neighborhood BBQ, with the neighbor boys inevitably busting out the ridiculously dangerous fireworks they had purchased days before at one of the Indian reservations outside of Seattle, and plotting ways to make them more dangerous — putting a quarter stick of dynamite in a mini propane tank, for example. Luckily, we had a huge park behind our houses, and there was only one incident in which a decent-sized fire was started in the forest next to the park.

This year, my Fourth of July will be spent watching the World Cup and (obviously) cheering for Italy. So it’s a multi-cultural independence day, which is something that people living in the United States experience pretty often:

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LA Times to Fat Girls: Cover it Up!

You know an article is going to be bad when it’s titled Letting it all hang out: For many young women, one size fits all – no matter how that makes them look.

And, not surprisingly, it comes with a fair bit of fat-shaming. Of women, of course — men are mentioned once, as the article applauds them for hiding their fat under baggy clothes. Women, though, are referred to as “Sausage Casing Girls” for wearing too-tight clothing.

The Sausage Casing Girls are everywhere this summer, their muffin tops hanging over their hip-skimming jeans, clothes shrink-wrapped around fleshy bodies that look as if they’ve been stuffed — like forcemeat — into teensy tops and skintight pants.

Has this writer been to LA lately? Because women of all sizes stuff themselves into teensy tops and skintight pants. I suppose its just more offensive if the women doing the stuffing are heavy.

But this phenomenon does not appear entirely to be about self-acceptance and the conscious abandonment of repressive physical ideals. It is far more complicated than that. Yes, there are plenty of young women who can confidently say that they are happy with their less-than-svelte shapes — and that is to be applauded. But there are many others who in the rush to be fashionable are unable to admit that they are larger than they wish to be, or that their bodies just don’t look good in the clothes they are choosing. Instead of reveling in their big, beautiful bodies, many girls instead are deep in denial, pouring themselves into clothes that are putting them in a python squeeze.

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Consequences

One of the most disturbing things that has come out of the latest round of wingnut efforts to expose ideological enemies (and travel photographers) is their targeting of the children of Times staff members:

Go hunt them down and do America a favor. Get their photo, street address, where their kids go to school, anything you can dig up, and send it to the link above. This is your chance to be famous – grab for the golden ring.

This kind of talk is a sign of a very sick mind, and the toleration of it among so many is the sign of a very sick society. Hell, even the mafia leaves the families alone.

So what happens if someone takes this rallying call seriously and finds out where these kids go to school? What’s next? One of our readers, Natalia, knows first-hand what happens. When she was a girl in the Ukraine, her parents made some enemies, and those enemies came after seven-year-old Natalia.

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Hand Grenade

(I ended up writing two posts on Blue’s post and thread. They might or might not match up with each other. I figure I’ll just put them up in tandem and let the feministas–and Blue, hopefully–discuss them either in conjunction or separately.)

Everybody has this thing where they need to look one way, but they come out looking another way, and that’s what people observe. You see someone on the street, and essentially what you notice about them is the flaw.
-Diane Arbus

Blue over at The Gimp Parade has started a discussion about disability and porn. I was all, “Ooh, I should totally think and write about that!”

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