gonzales v carhart : RH Reality Check is there!
So I was interviewed last week by the upstart blog RH Reality Check as a part of the ‘pro-choice’ side in front of the Supreme Court last Wednesday as the opening arguments for partial birth abortion case Gonzales v Carhart were heard. I just cameo it up for a few seconds—the really interesting/telling sound bites are from Patrick Mahoney, a representative of the Christian Defense Coalition.
What amuses me the most about the interviews with pro-lifers—not only Mahoney, but the women from Operation Outcry—is that they absolutely refuse to acknowledge that Congress is pushing for its own version of judicial activism with this case, as Stenberg v. Carhart—the EXACT SAME CASE—was already decided in 2000. No one in these interviews notices the “activism” in waiting around for Sandra Day O’Connor to say sayonara to the Court, and then pushing identical legislation in front of Roberts’ and Alitos’ nose. Guess “judicial activism” is only a no-no when it comes to those godless pinko liberals, eh?
Check it out!
forget politick, look at naked women!
Watch one of my favorite neo-burlesque stars, Dita Von Teese, debut her birdcage act at a Rolling Stone party.
I sincerely think that if we could all just admit that everyone wants to look at a naked woman, the world would be a happier, political maelstrom-less place.
Ha!
Just days after I posted my ode to retro raunch, a friend tipped me off to the pseudo-porn gasm that is Italian DJ Benny Benassi.
His latest single, Who's Your Daddy, features a video which plays on classic 70's porn like Emanuelle, Hot Lunch, and the Russ Meyer films:
The one thing about old-skool porn I don't miss? Pornstache. I mean, geez. Did anyone find that sexy? Ever?
crack that whip
It is Fall Break here at Penn. Perfect timing, too --the early dusk drapes over chilled afternoons like a closed shade, and the scarlet foliage falls Hogwarts-esque against the Quad's neo-Gothic splendor. I keep expecting Alan Rickman to scurry around the corridor, but unfortunately, my Severus Snape fix has yet to be satiated.The Chanel-clad masses have fled to New York City and Miami -- or, if they're more passe, their homes in Westchester or Scarsdale. My Texan family lives too far away for a trip to be worthwhile, so how have I decided to spend my break?
... With my favorite Dominatrix Next Door, of course!
Tonight consisted of dinner with Dominatrix Next Door (or DND for short) as well as the bisexual hubby of DND, where we discussed their foray into polyamorous perversions. We then came home, and made it a Blockbuster night: with a screening of Reefer Madness the Movie Musical, of course. We've seen the film about a katillion times, so we skipped to our favorite part of the musical:
DND wants to affect a "Mary Wanna' costume for Diabolique, the upcoming Philly-ish fetish ball. I have yet to dream up an outfit for the occasion. The last official SM haunt I've haunted was Paddles in NYC, and let's just say I was too busy avoiding the leers and catcalls of 50 year old men at the place to worry about picking the appropriate lingerie (or latex, or... well, you know).
And still, Halloween looms! What ever will I wear? Everyone, even the New York Times, is weighing in on the so-called slut-i-fication of Halloween couture. "Anti-feminist!" goes the invective. "Catering to male fantasies!"
I find something troubling in the suggestion that women would only want to dress sexy for male pleasure. I'm sure there are lasses out there who only don the French maid outfit to please Boyfriend, but could it be that they want to feel sexy, I ask? (Hell knows I'm not just buying La Perla for the appreciative compliments it will get me -- well-tailored silk feels luxurious, damnit!) Still, I think the jury's out on how "liberating" it is that we can only express the "whore" side of the "Madonna/whore" complex on one night of the year. We of the XX chromosome still feel uncomfortable expressing our sexual personas; Halloween is the only sanctioned time to do that for most "good girls. Seriously, what gives?
I could wax longer, but it is late and it is Saturday night, and DND's comfy couch beckons. Time to catch up on sleep debt -- have a lovely weekend, readers! And stay safe (and sexy) this Halloween.
