I do think it is time for me to bite the bullet and finally put my favorite Sherlock podfic, The Heart In The Whole by the lovely Verity-Burns on my phone so I can listen to it during breaks at work (today marks the beginning of my 3:30pm - midnight schedule. I’m sort of excited because I like it when it’s slow and I sit by a few people I really enjoy talking to. We’re all probably going to go crazy because we’re not allowed any sort of books or paper or electronic devices. Calls drop off after 2pm, so I think we might have a lot of time to kill)
Last week, Paul Ryan gave an interview in which, defending his position that there should be no excuses for abortion, he referred to rape as a “method of conception.”
Wow, right? Talk about a benign euphemism. Rape —RAPE! — is now a “method of conception.” You know, like love-making, just without the love.
There could be no greater testament to the utter abdication of responsibility by what passes for a “news” media in America in 2012 than that, despite the grotesquerie of this cavalierly callous comment, chances are better than good that this is the first you’re hearing of it.
Here, watch it — and try to figure out why this has gotten NO MAINSTREAM MEDIA play (not even here at the Huffington Post) despite it being, to my mind, a far more offensive remark than Todd Akin’s imbecilic blurt of last weekend. What, are we tired of stupid remarks about rape now, so Ryan gets a free pass?
Given the demands for Akin’s resignation from a mere Senate race when his musings on “legitimate rape” were publicized, what do you imagine the reaction would be if people were as familiar with VP wannabe Ryan’s stunning statement? Might there be a cacophony of outrage? Might there be calls for his resignation from the ticket? Might there be a focus on how fundamentally oblivious these people who would make our laws are to not just women’s but humans’ rights and dignity? Sure, there might, but then of course people would have to have heard about it.
According to the man who would be the proverbial heartbeat away from the White House, and who in any event would — given Romney’s utter hollowness — have an inordinate influence on the judicial appointments that will determine how much freedom our children get to live under, RAPE = “METHOD OF CONCEPTION.” And yet, unless you’re a frequenter of one of a dozen or so lefty blogs — or my friend on Facebook — you probably knew nothing about it.
I truly despair for the country my 14-year-old daughter is inheriting. That a remark this intensely revealing of the danger posed by this ticket can go basically unreported is as nauseating to me as the quote itself.
YOU awesome readers heard about, because I love you enough to keep you in the loop. I don’t know what the rest of the media is doing with their time.
“So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls… but only that we had loved them… and that they hadn’t heard us calling… still do not hear us calling them out of those rooms… where they went to be alone for all time… and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.”—The Virgin Suicides (Sofia Coppola) Jeffery Eugenides
“You should hear how beautiful the name I give you is when I look at you from across the room. The very thought of it is as wonderful as a planet covered with roses. I watch your mouth move as you speak to the man across the table. I imagine the interesting things that you are telling him. I think of all the things I would love to hear come out of your beautiful woman mouth. Striking intelligence, lightning humor. I think of the thrill of an intelligent woman talking just to me. I put eyes in your head. Eyes that could lead armies off cliffs, horses and all. This is why I come from no place and go home to no one. This is why I walk the streets alone, searching for nothing, everything. Street level magic. You’ll never know that just sitting across a room full of people, I have transformed you into a goddess. A destroyer of despair. The answer to a shipwrecked, stranded prayer.”—Henry Rollins, Solipsist (page 80)
you know you’re premenstrual when you start crying when you think about how the Curiosity rover never gets to come home. This big hero for science and technology and it will just be left there to die when its mission is over or when its batteries run out.
so this happened… it’s the best i could do at this hour. way better ones to come hopefully. (and this is one of my favorite scenes in the movie, but there is so little to work with when you don’t count the shots that have titles overlaid. ugh.