An anniversary worth celebrating
In Which Your Humble Blogger acknowledges that we have been in many ways behind the times, as we cling to both good traditions and bad. We move, though, we progress, we refine. We reform. We even reconstruct.
In Which Your Humble Blogger acknowledges that we have been in many ways behind the times, as we cling to both good traditions and bad. We move, though, we progress, we refine. We reform. We even reconstruct.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wants our children to have better sex lives than we did.
In Which Your Humble Blogger points out that there currently around 1,300,000 people in the US represented by a woman in the House and Senate and under a woman Governor. That’s nearly one half of one percent.
In Which Your Humble Blogger realizes that it is cruel to put people in the way of perhaps reading a column by David Brooks, but you can be strong.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that it is really all about sex ed, and the horrific possibility that some pure-hearted daddy’s girl will see a picture of a prick and be lost to virtue.
In Which Your Humble Blogger estimates perhaps a third of the Gentle Readers of this Tohu Bohu. Could be less, but almost certainly more than a fifth.
In Which Your Humble Blogger frankly thinks the whole thing is fucked up beyond repair, and doesn’t even know what a repaired thing would look like.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is terribly unfair to a guest on a radio show, who from all evidence other than one flippant comment is a very clever person who knows what she is on about, and who we can all agree is much, much more informed than YHB.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t trust anyone he can see.
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually ranted for quite a while about how outrageous it was to draw the line at including some poor sap of a kid who clearly has enough troubles in her life already. I mean, that‘s where you make your stand? It turns out, through, that they made their stand on other stuff first, but nobody cared.