First, a bunch of must-reads on the Catholic Church pedophilia scandal. Tim Fernholz writes a personal piece about why he will not be attending Mass this Easter. Amanda points to the victim-blaming and molestor-coddling coming from some high-profile conservative writers, and reminds us that the cultural and legal shifts in the 1960s and 70s that now allow survivors to come forward are to the credit of people that conservatives despise — feminists and liberals. ThinkProgress covers Bill Donahue of the Catholic League claiming that this is a “homosexual crisis” and not a “pedophilia crisis” — because some of the molestation victims were 14. As Maureen Dowd points out, “Donohue is still talking about the problem as an indiscretion rather than a crime. If it mostly involves men and boys, that’s partly because priests for many years had unquestioned access to boys.” And, of course, Hitch.
The Times Magazine covers homosexuality in the animal kingdom. There are some pretty incredible quotes from biologists in there, but I think my favorite line is, “And a bighorn-sheep biologist confessed in his memoir, “I still cringe at the memory of seeing old D-ram mount S-ram repeatedly.” To think, he wrote, “of those magnificent beasts as ‘queers’ — Oh, God!””
I agree with Matt: Short menus are the way to go! If I walk into a restaurant and the menu is enormous, I assume (a) that the ingredients cannot possibly be very fresh, and (b) the chances of me ordering something mediocre is high. A small menu, in my experience, reflects a few dishes that are very, very good and probably prepared by a small staff who are well versed in making those dishes perfectly, as opposed to a smorgasboard of so-so options prepared in a large kitchen by chefs without much training. My one exception to this rule: Shopsins, which has the largest menu I have ever seen and is also a delicious and creative fat-fest. And generally has one cook.
Thomas takes a swing at Rape Apologist Of the Week Alex Knepper, pointing that kink, fetishism, cross-dressing and an array of decidedly un-vanilla sexual practices are very much embraced and practiced by feminists, and that Knepper fails to realize that consent and mutual pleasure are pretty key to those activities.
Childfree, green and proud.
No matter what, we pay for others’ bad habits. Preach!
Hilda Solis: Pretty awesome.
RapeLay (trigger warning on the link and the forthcoming description) is a videogame where you can stalk, assault, rape and sexually torture women and girls. It was banned in the US, but has gone viral, and is stoking discussion of what types of games should be allowed to be produced in the first place.
This letter to Andrew Sullivan is… interesting. Dude is mad because he works hard and no one has legally mandated that he receive the wife to which he is clearly entitled. Women, on the other hand, are asking to be paid as much as men, and maybe some of them will also get married! So unfair.
Remember Jamie Leigh Jones, the woman who was gang-raped in Iraq and is now speaking out against her former employer and trying to get her day in court? Well, KBR is releasing statements basically saying that she asked for it. After all, she was drinking, and she may have voluntarily left a social gathering with a man.
Do you like cat videos? Would you not like to have them ruined forever for you? Then do not read this.
Rage on the Right: The year in extremism, by the Southern Poverty Law Center.
HATE: Nicholas Sparks. LOVE: Roger Ebert. Seriously, Roger Ebert has gotten so publicly badass lately that you are seriously missing out if you are not regularly reading him. For example: “I resent the sacrilege Nicholas Sparks commits by even mentioning himself in the same sentence as Cormac McCarthy. I would not even allow him to say “Hello, bookstore? This is Nicholas Sparks. Could you send over the new Cormac McCarthy novel?” He should show respect by ordering anonymously.”
Of course sixth-grade boys use Axe body spray to light themselves on fire. It sounds like something I would have done, because, although I was not a boy, I was a young idiot who enjoyed setting things aflame.
There is now a doner kebab robot and my life is complete.
Via Matt’s Twitter feed, an oldie but a goodie: The pussifaction of the Western male. I think my favorite part is where his great piece of evidence for Man’s Decline is a Cheerios commercial.