“Now comes the truly wonderful time in any story like this where the original source of the story is outed by investigation, and the people who spent so many furious words denouncing Christine O’Donnell’s “slut-shaming” spend an equal amount of words calling this guy a fat loser, a nouveau Glenn Beck… pretty much every appearance-based insult in the book.
And thus the circle of shame-outrage-hypocrisy is closed and the lion dies and becomes the grass, which the antelope eat…. WHHOOOOOOSSSSHHHHHH.”—Today, We Became Hardline Feminists All Over Again | The Awl
“Ireland seemed like a wholly imaginary source of fantastic good times, tinged with poignant historical misery and populated by characters so vibrant and strange that within minutes of meeting them (and I was 100 percent sure I’d meet them) I’d get sucked into their Wildean dramas.”—Lost in Ireland - NYTimes.com
My grandmother had heart surgery. Don’t worry, they didn’t put in the pig valve. It was a single incision and they upgraded her from ICU the next morning due to high chipperness levels. Wheeled down the hallway in a chair and waving, or something like that. Everything is fine, and Veronica is there.