Apatowcalypse Now: Rise of the Dudebros

Iain and I barely saw any television last week (although we did, naturally, watch the season finale of Looooooooost!), but it seemed like every single time we did turn it on, we saw the trailer for the upcoming dudebro comedy, The Hangover, which is about four dudebros who go to Vegas for a bachelor party and, after a wild night of zany hijinks, the bachelor has gone missing, so the other three dudebros have to find him.

(Judd Apatow is not actually associated with The Hangover, but it's only right to recognize how the Apatovian Canon has ushered in a whole new era of straight, white, man-child misogycoms.)

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Upon seeing this trailer the first time, I turned to Iain and noted wearily, "So now it's not enough for the dudebros to be apologists for or advocates of rape; now they're just putting actual, convicted rapists right in the movie. Awesome."

There's a lot to parse just from this trailer—women are dumb bitchez; men are slack-jawed morons; people of color don't exist; fatties iz highlarious!—which I trust will all be discussed thoroughly in comments, but I honestly just can't get beyond the fact that even being a convicted rapist doesn't mean you can't still get a trailer-worthy cameo in a dudebro flick.

The horrifying part is that I suspect it actually increases your chances. Sob.

Zach Galifianakis and Justin Bartha are trying on tuxes.

Galifianakis: You wanna go to Vegas without me, it is totally cool.

Bartha: What are you talking about?

Galifianakis: Well, you know, Phil and Stu, they're your buddies, and it's your bachelor party…

Bartha: Those two love you.

Cut to Galifianakis standing in his underwear; it's funny because he's fat HAR HAR!

Cut to Rachael Harris and Ed Helms sitting on a couch, looking very preppy and stuffy.

Harris: Boys and their bachelor parties—it's gross.

Helms: [clearly pandering] It IS gross.

Harris: I just wish your friends were as mature as you.

Helms: They are mature, actually. You just have to get to know them better.

Male voice from offscreen: Paging Doctor Douchebag!

Cut to montage of four dudebros in car, road-tripping to Vegas, baby! Cut to scene of lavish hotel room with great view of the strip; one dudebro declares: "Now THIS is Vegas!" Cut to scene of four dudebros toasting.

Bradley Cooper: To a night we'll never forget.

Dudebros: Hear, hear!

Cut to fast montage of one-frame scenes from their night of drunken debauchery. Cut to scene of Helms waking up on a bathroom floor with a chicken walking by and clucking.

Helms: Huh?

Cut to montage of room destruction, stumbling Galifianakis, Helms looking around confusedly and obviously hungover.

Helms: What happened last night?

Cut to Galifianakis urinating; there is a live tiger in the background; it growls; Galifianakis does a slow-double-take, then screams and runs away (once again in his underwear), trips, falls, spilling stuff everywhere. Cut to Helms talking to Cooper.

Helms: Am I missing a tooth? [He grins, revealing a big gap.]

Cooper: [laughing] Ohhhh…!

They hear a baby crying. Cut to Galifianakis, Cooper, and Helms opening a closet door and finding a baby. One of the dudebros asks: "Whose baby is that?"

Galifianakis: Check its collar or something.

Cut to the three dudebros, sans missing groom-to-be, having breakfast.

Helms: I looked everywhere. Nobody's seen Doug.

Cooper: I don't think I've ever been this hungover.

Galifianakis: What's on your arm?

[Cooper looks at his wrist and finds a hospital ID bracelet.]

Helms: You were in the hospital last night!

Galifianakis: Ha ha ha ha ha!

Cut to the dudebros walking outside the hotel; Galifianakis is carrying the baby in a sling on his front.

Cooper: The only important thing now is that we find Doug.

A police car pulls up.

Valet to dudebros: Here's you car, officers.

Helms: Ohhhhh god.

Cut to the dudebros carrying out their investigation of the night before at the hospital.

Doctor: I think it was just you guys—and one other guy.

Helms: Was he okay?

Doctor: He was fine. Just whacked out of his mind.

Galifianakis: Ha! We were messed up.

The baby, still strapped to his chest, has the same horrified look on its face that I do.

Text: From the director of Old School.

Cut to the dudebros investigating at a wedding chapel.

Helms: Is there anything you can tell us about what may have happened last night?

Cut to montage of wedding pictures showing Helms and Heather Graham getting married.

Galifianakis: Congratulations, dude! You got married!

Cut to Helms spit-taking all over Graham from the couch in what looks like a shitty apartment. She is now holding the baby and wearing a huge diamond ring.

Helms: [horrified, to dudebros] She is wearing my grandmother's Holocaust ring!

Galifianakis: I didn't know they gave out rings at the Holocaust.

Police burst in, guns drawn and shouting: "Police! Freeze!" The dudebros raise their hands in frightened surrender. Cut to what appears to be an elementary school class.

Officer: These gentlemen volunteered to demonstrate how a stun-gun is used to subdue a suspect.

Dudebros: Huh? What?

Cut to stun-gun hitting Galifianakis in the face. Cut to children screaming. Cut to cop looking excited.

Officer: In the face! IN THE FACE!

Galifianakis: Ahhhhhhhhh!

Text: It was the night of their lives.

Cut to montage of more zany Vegas scenes. Cut to Galifianakis standing with baby strung across his front, wearing oversized sunglasses.

Helms: Are you sure you're qualified to be taking care of that baby?

Cut to Helms opening car door and hitting baby with it; baby starts to cry.

Helms: Oh my god!

Text: If they could only remember.

Cut to montage of yet more zany Vegas scenes. Cut to Cooper on phone with bride-to be, who's saying: "We're getting married in five hours!"

Cooper: Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Cut to montage of even more zany Vegas scenes. Cut to Helms in back of police car, screaming.

Helms: What is going on?!

Text: The Hangover.

Cut to the dudebros finding themselves in a hotel room with Mike Tyson, who's listening to Phil Collins' "In the Air Tonight."

Tyson: Shhhhh!

Cooper: Mike Tyson?

Tyson: This is my favorite part coming up right now. [Drums along to famous "In the Air Tonight" drum bit; ends by punching Galifianakis in the face.]

Helms: Oh!

Galifianakis faceplants on the floor.

Helms: [miming a right hook] He's still got it.

Text: June 5th.

Tyson: [singing off-key] I can feel it coming in the air tonight.

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Monday Blogaround

This blogaround brought to you by Shaxco, makers of Lissie's Live Bait Vending machines, for fish fanciers everywhere.

Recommended Reading:

Echidne: Good News Monday

PhDork: Not the Sport of Queens, Apparently

Pam: GOP Pol Wants to Have Henry Waxman 'By the Nuts'

Gwen: Amy Sedaris and Hipster Racism

Melissa: Jane Campion Returns to Cannes

Andy: Ewan McGregor: 'Of Course' Phillip Morris is a Gay Movie

Tracey: My Antifmeinist Childhood: "Sex Type Thing" Edition

Julianne: An Astronaut Fist Bump

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Assvertising

by Shaker Erin W, a recent law grad and aspiring emigrant who's just trying to figure out what comes next. She is honored to be invited to do another guest post at Shakesville.

The image above is a poster advertising the TNT series The Closer. That one happens to be on a bus shelter, but I've seen the same image on billboards and on the show's homepage.

There are a number of things I plan to deal with in this post, because the image raises quite a few issues for me. The first one I'd like to get out of the way, though, is to address the myth that feminists go out looking for things to complain about. I know nobody here subscribes to that idea, but this poster can help me illustrate the absurdity of it.

The first place I saw this poster was not on this bus shelter, but rather in the subway station where I transfer every morning. Because of the timing of trains I don't have time to stroll through the station admiring the advertising. I just have time to speed walk from one platform to the other if I want to get where I'm going on time. But even going full-speed through the station, this image was enough to catch my eye and disturb me. The plural of anecdote isn't data, but that ought to be worth something.

On to the image itself. At first I was sure Liss had already blogged about this, but it turns out the idea of crime scene tape as adornment is not original to TNT's marketing department. I don't think I like this trend. Now, I'm sure the good folks at the ad agency thought they had a clever idea. Kyra Sedgwick's character is a Deputy Chief of Police for LAPD's major crimes division, and the juxtaposition of the tagline "Don't cross her" with the visual pun of "Do Not Cross" on the tape probably seemed too good to pass up.

The problem, of course, is that the association that immediately jumped to my mind (as well as the friend I discussed this with after showing her the photo) is not one of a clever play on words but rather the idea of women's bodies as literal crime scenes. Too often due to rape, assault, and murder, the woman surrounded by a literal or metaphorical police cordon was "crossed," and, as it so often does, it ended badly for her. And I speak as someone who, fortunately, has never been in the position of crime victim. If I'm seeing this, unprimed as it were and bolting by on the way from one train to another, what must it be like for the women who have to stand in front of this image for several minutes while waiting for the subway and who are triggered by this sort of image?

Moreover, why was no one at the ad agency or at TNT able to see the image this way? Was it a lack of women on the design team? A culture that treats these sorts of crimes against women (especially PoC, queer, older, poor, fat or trans women) as too unimportant to worry about? A privileged position in which the thought never entered the advertisers' heads because they personally don't have to worry about the implications of this image? Maybe it was something else entirely that I just don't see from where I'm sitting, but I have trouble letting them off the hook, even if it was an innocent oversight. An ad designer's job is to understand the messages their images convey, intended and unintended.

There's another aspect to this ad that makes it worse to me. Not only did I consider this an Assvertising candidate, it later struck me that this ad might also be a candidate for Impossibly Beautiful. I'm not the best at comparing visual details unless you point a big red arrow at them for me, and I wasn't able to find many photos of Ms. Sedgwick that weren't themselves impossibly beautiful and therefore useless as a comparison, or were too different an angle for me to make a good comparison. The best one I can find is at the end of this paragraph. The one thing that jumps out at me is that her cheeks are missing in the advert. It could just be the difference between a straight face and a smile, but in the other images her cheeks definitely seem to stand out. Not so much on the poster. Any help on this in comments would be appreciated.


The fact that I'm even worried about this is a problem in itself, though. Again, it's bad enough to use the image of woman as crime scene in an advert. To then touch up the "victim's" image in the way of all modern advertising just contributes to the disappearing of crimes against women who don't fit the CNN formula of young, white, and blonde. Even when you've been violated, it only matters if you're appropriately photogenic, after all.

[Assvertising: Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Five, Twenty-Six, Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, Twenty-Nine, Thirty, Thirty-One, Thirty-Two, Thirty-Three, Thirty-Four, Thirty-Five, Thirty-Six, Thirty-Seven, Thirty-Eight, Thirty-Nine, Forty, Forty-One, Forty-Two, Forty-Three, Forty-Four, Forty-Five, Forty-Six", Forty-Seven, Forty-Eight, Forty-Nine, Fifty, Fifty-One,Fifty-Two, Fifty-Three,Fifty-Four, Fifty-Five, Fifty-Six, Fifty-Seven, Fifty-Eight, Fifty-Nine, Sixty, Sixty-One, Sixty-Two, Sixty-Three, Sixty-Four.]

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Playing Politics

by Shaker Anitanola

I love New Orleans. I love the people, the music, the food, the scent of sweet olive and magnolia. This is a place where artists and writers come to live for a while, because the muses are here. This is a place where homeless people come in the winter so they don't freeze to death. This is a place where brave kids from small towns in mid-America, who come to college hoping to find someone like themselves, discover whole communities that wrap their arms around gay students—and dance with them in the street.

And there is ugly racism, cruel corruption, and abysmal poverty—and Catholicism.

And self-appointed spokesmen who consistently embarrass us are never in short supply. Remember David Vitter? Remember Bobby Jindal's speech following Obama's state of the union message? Sunday in South Bend, President Obama addressed the Notre Dame class of 2009, while across campus, a priest from one of New Orleans' cherished black institutions mounted a platform on the South Quad to speak out in an "alternative commencement."

The Times-Picayune had the story of this self-appointed Louisiana spokesman who, like Jindal, spoke in rebuttal of the President: The Rev. John Raphael is principal of St. Augustine High School, a cherished New Orleans institution. Their academic reputation is outstanding and St. Aug's band, the Marching 100, is highly acclaimed and much loved. Bringing St. Aug back after Hurricane Katrina was as important as any restoration in the city. Fr. Raphael helps tell that story.

Although the students at St. Aug voted 99-1 for President Obama in a straw vote last fall, and Fr. Raphael celebrated with them what he called the nation's long "moral maturation" in the election of a black man as president, on the other hand, he now publicly chastises the President.

He wrote in the Clarion Herald on February 7: "If abortion is OK, then slavery was OK because it was always a matter of choice – the choice of those who were in control."

The students at St. Aug are encouraged to respect those in control in a rather problematic way, which is sadly reminiscent of earlier times. St. Aug still uses a wooden paddle to hit students who break the rules. Potential faculty members are specifically required to sign off on the policy.

Clearly, Fr. Raphael also follows the party line of what America, a less-dogmatic Catholic weekly, calls the "self-appointed watchdogs of orthodoxy." This May 11th editorial in America points out:

For today's sectarians, it is not adherence to the church's doctrine on the evil of abortion that counts for orthodoxy, but adherence to a particular political program and fierce opposition to any proposal short of that program.

…Their highly partisan political edge has become a matter of concern. That they never demonstrate the same high dudgeon at the compromises, unfulfilled promises and policy disagreements with Republican politicians as with Democratic ones is plain for all to see. It is time to call this one-sided denunciation by its proper name: political partisanship.

The partisanship that America is concerned about is exactly what is going on with this demonstration at Notre Dame. America rightly identifies it as politics. And that is what much of religion has so blatantly become. Even according to America, it is not principally about the "evils of abortion."

One wonders if St. Aug's principal is at all familiar with St. Augustine of Hippo's characterization of the sectarians of his day, "these frogs sit in their marsh and croak–'we are the only Christians!'"

"At least 70 bishops" are opposing Notre Dame's president, The Rev. John Jenkins, a 55-year-old philosophy scholar who has spent much of his adult life at Notre Dame. Campus is being bombarded with flyovers trailing pictures of fetuses and protesters with bloody dolls parading outside a recent board meeting. This is vulgar and mean and does disservice to the people of the church and the students of Notre Dame. It is politics—it is indifference to reality for the sake of maintaining and expanding power the church hierarchy's power and control.

Fortunately, wiser heads prevail. Fr. Jenkins has the "full support" of the trustees, according to Richard Notebaert, chairman of the board of trustees. The 91-year-old former president, The Rev. Theodore Hesburgh, said that the school was right to invite Obama and that universities are supposed to be places where people of differing opinions can talk. Solutions to difficult problems are going to come from "people from universities. They aren't going to come from people running around with signs."

Meanwhile, here in New Orleans, the Katrina classes are graduating. These students entered local universities just days before the storm, were evacuated, and returned over the next year.

Actress Cicely Tyson addressed the Dillard graduates. Ellen DeGeneres spoke at Tulane's graduation in the Superdome. Loyola, chastised for honoring Sen. Mary Landrieu at a past commencement, invited Gov. Jindal this year. The bishop was silent.

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Open Thread: Obama Commencement Address at Notre Dame

Liss hasn't read it yet and I am not even remotely interested.

If anyone has any insight, leave your witty repartee in comments.

p.s. Someone should look for a transcript and link to it below.

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I'm Back

Happy Monday, Shakers! I'm back from my week off (mostly), which was lovely. Iain surprised me with a holiday for my birthday, which was our first vacation in eight years, and I can't even begin to tell you how much we needed it and how recuperative it was. It was a fuck-all holiday, by which I mean we laid around like slugs and did fuck-all for an entire week in a very quiet place. We swam every day,* languidly floating around a pool we had to ourselves because it's the off-season, took some very short strolls, took a very long drive to see Star Trek on a giant screen, spent an afternoon on a boat, and had wonderful meals.

A girl, a boy, happy faces, and a hat.
One afternoon, I was curled up in a big easy chair by a window through which the sun was streaming, in the elevator lobby of our floor, reading my book while Iain was taking a walk along the lake. One of the cleaning crew walked by and I chatted to her for a bit; she told me I looked like a cat sunning itself on its favorite chair, and I laughed and said that's exactly what I felt like.

Anyway, it was a much-needed respite. I am so lucky and grateful to have been given such a lovely gift by my dear Iain, and I am exceedingly thankful to all the contributors who held down the fort in my absence. Thanks also to everyone for all the birthday wishes.

There are a few holiday pix with commentary below the fold, for anyone who's interested.

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* I didn't have a swimsuit, because I'd just given my old one away to Goodwill. Iain bought me one, and I was a little petrified to see what he chose, lol, but he picked the best suit I've ever owned, truly. Since it's always hard for fat girls to find good suits, I wanted to point any Shaker fat girls looking for a good suit in its direction. My size fit perfectly, and, if anything, the sizes run large, so if you're on the cusp, I'd pick a size down.


Iain captured this picture on a morning walk.


I captured this picture of Iain one afternoon.


Iain looking very handsome and windswept on a boat.


Me looking stoned.


Oof! I so wanted to run in and channel Lu-Lu Fishpaw: "I'm gonna get an abortion and I can't WAIT!" As I was standing there taking this picture (before dashing away like a naughty child), I overheard a man bloviating: "Back when I used to be a LIBERAL, I thought every woman had the right to choose, but now I know better." Well. Kudos for honesty, Mr. Asshole.


Me on a boat, looking stoned again. Iain calls this my "Little Edie" picture, even though I'm using a hoodie exactly as it was intended. When I pointed this out, he said, "True, boot ye still look adorably eccentric."


Live bait vending machine. Enough said.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

What's Happening Now!!

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More Than Just Cut and Paste

Via thejoshuablog, Maureen Dowd's column in today's New York Times contains a paragraph that, with the exception of four words, looks to be a direct and uncredited lift from Josh Marshall at TPM. See for yourself.

Ms. Dowd today:

"More and more the timeline is raising the question of why, if the torture was to prevent terrorist attacks, it seemed to happen mainly during the period when the Bush crowd was looking for what was essentially political information to justify the invasion of Iraq."

Josh Marshall on Thursday, May 14, 2009:

"More and more the timeline is raising the question of why, if the torture was to prevent terrorist attacks, it seemed to happen mainly during the period when we were looking for what was essentially political information to justify the invasion of Iraq."

The difference is "the Bush crowd was" in Ms. Dowd's column and "we were" in Josh's.

Coincidence? Two writers coming up with the exact same thought and phrasing right down to the punctuation? Possible, but the odds are astronomical. Subconscious? Ms. Dowd read Josh's piece, liked it, and when she wrote her piece, recalled it word for word but forgot where she read it or thought it was so brilliant it just had to be hers. Accidental? She meant to credit Josh and just forgot to do it? Possible, and probably the excuse she or the editors will use when they're asked about it.

Ms. Dowd's history for skating a little too close to the edge of journalistic ethics is not new. The most recent example I can think of was her column from the New Hampshire primary in 2008, datelined "Derry, NH," when in reality she was in Israel at the time the column was filed and published. The New York Times has been a tad lax in their strict enforcement of the rules of editorial integrity -- which probably explains why William Kristol was allowed to work the term of his contract -- but blatant word-for-word plagiarism is different than getting your facts wrong or filing under a dateline that would appear to put you in the story when you're not. Given Ms. Dowd's celebrity status and her snarky persona -- at least on TV -- I wouldn't be surprised if she probably thought that no one reads TPM and what's a little pilfering from a blog, anyway? It's not like it's real journalism.

To me, plagiarism is a capital offense. If you're a reporter, you're fired, and when I was in grad school it meant an end to your degree path. We'll see what happens.

Joshua notes that in a stirring moment of irony, it was Maureen Dowd who uncovered Joe Biden's plagiarism of Neil Kinnock that led to his withdrawing from the 1988 presidential race. The story can be found here at Slate.

As someone once said, what goes around comes around.

UPDATE: The column now has a footnote: An earlier version of this column failed to attribute a paragraph about the timeline for prisoner abuse to Josh Marshall’s blog at Talking Points Memo.

Ah, the passive voice to the rescue: "Mistakes were made." It's meant to sound like an editing error. Feh.

HT to Shaker ralfalfa.

Crossposted from Bark Bark Woof Woof.

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Shakesville Sunday Brunch

Hey Shakers -- Join me and Smadin at the Skype Sunday Brunch chat today. Scott can host until about 5-ish Eastern time, so I hope to see you there.

Click Here to Go to the Brunch Chat! (launches Skype)

(If you have trouble getting into the chat, email me from the contributors page or IM me from Skype - portlydyke, and we'll get you in! Or you can leave a comment here in the thread -- although I've been having trouble with Disqus today.)

Bring the muffins!

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Nativism 2.0

Emily linked to Uniball Roller, who shares the story of:

tender2be, a college student without a credit score, a [probably-off-the-books] job on the side, and a baby on the way, [who] wants to know how to get an apartment without a credit score or a cosigner.

Another LJer, brooklynknight, puts two and two together and quickly comes up with seven. In response to her query, he posted:

I... gandered at her Journal and looking at it (she lives on cash and refuses to get credit, her LJ is russian) and I got the distinct feeling she might be here on an expired visa.

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if she is indeed an illegal immigrant then I have no desire to help her, I don't want her child born here either and frankly If I could prove she was an illegal I'd forward all the information on her I could get to INS/ICE.

Tender2be denies that her visa is expired and tells brooklynknight to

send your energy in more positive direction, 'd be better for you

Now, of course, brooklynknight's concerns have already been shaped by a misogynist nativism--the belief that tender2be is an immigrant trying to get over on 'the system' and the idea that immigrant women view their children as little more than assets through which they can attain a desired status (i.e. the anchor baby argument). There's also the fact that she repeatedly tells him she's not an immigrant (here on a student visa) but he argues with her about her own status until someone explains student visas to him.

After tender2be's initial response to him, brooklynknight's sexist/nativist tirade continues. Apparently, she was not sufficiently obsequious or threatened. He is offended by her tone and reports that he has exploited the perceived power differential between them:

In any case, the tempo of your reply has further raised my suspicions.

I've just sent all the information I've found on you to my friend at the local ICE office. If you're here legally, well you've got nothing to worry about and good luck!

He believes she is an undocumented immigrant, he claims to have just set her up for possible detention and deportation, and he signs off 'good luck!' As Emily says:

He thinks she'll be A-OK as long as she's got papers. Clearly, he hasn't heard of American citizens being deported.

Of course, when he is called out on his assholishness, he claims that he has nothing against immigrants--he just wants to make sure people "do it the right way."

The douchery... it boggles!

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Song for a Saturday

Don't Worry, Playing for Change

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Saturday Random Video Treat

btw -- Certain Shakers should be sure to watch to the end -- cuz there really is a treat.

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The Virtual Pub Is Open

TFIF, Shakers!

Belly up to the bar,
and name your poison!

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It's That Time of the Month Again - Contribute to Shakesville!

(This post will stay at the top of the page most of the day -- new content below.)

Hey Shakers! Don't forget to make a donation to support Melissa and keep Shakesville shakin'! (Donation button is in the right side-bar, under the ads.) Go ahead -- do it now -- I'll wait here for you.

OK, you're back? Great!

As usual, I'm here busking on behalf of my favorite QCoFM with some ancient video of standup from Teh PortlyDyke (from pre-portly days) -- this month's offering was written during the Clarence Thompson/Anita Hill fiasco.

Feeling tired of privileged whiners? Need a cathartic moment? This song may be just what the angst-doctor ordered.
(Sound quality on this one is not awful, but also not the best -- close captions may help.)



Please, please, pretty please with sugar on it -- make a donation.

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Friday Blogaround

Brought to you by the amazing collaborative powers of Erica and elle!

Recommended reading:

Vanessa: Just Add an "A" at the End

Lois: Patients' Rights Suddenly "Sacred" to Scared GOP

Marcella: Carnival against Sexual Violence 70

Nezua: Enforcement Agenda Creates Aura of Criminality
(A post in the Weekly Immigration Wire series)

J Smooth: Asher Roth and the Racial Crossroads

Frances Kissling: Medicaid Funds for Abortion? Far From Restored

Looking for enrichment and inspiration this weekend? Don’t forget the SPEAK! Listening Parties in Durham (tonight) and Brooklyn (tomorrow) and the celebration of the life and legacy of Gloria Anzaldua in the Rio Grande Valley and San Antonio this weekend.

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Caption This Photo

Apologies to all for my ill-conceived joke.

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Redacting the Previous Post

I received the link about Prop 8 from a friend and it seems that it was dated.

I apologize profusely for that. I am so sorry.

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Seen

Because Jesus is wicked extreme and edgy! Christianity is the new rebellion!

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Random That Mitchell and Webb Look Clip

The Official Numberwang Play Numberwang At Home Numberwang Board Game

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Photo of the Day

President Barack Obama bends over so the son of a White House staff member can pat his head during a family visit to the Oval Office May 8, 2009. The youngster wanted to see if the President's haircut felt like his own. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

[H/T to Scott in comments.]

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