On conventions and office hours

Here's the deal:

I started the routine of holding office hours on the weekends. And, there's a big sci-fi/ comic convention coming up. I blogged about it on WordPress here.

I think the office hours went well and will go better when I can network more and set a firm day, time and location.

As for the convention, I'm going with a press pass and am trying to set up interviews with some of the stars/guests attending. Please go to the convention Web site and look around. If there's anyone you want me to try to get an interview with, let me know. I'm already working on interviews with Nathan Fillion of Firefly and Serenity, Nicholas Brendon of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Psycho Beach Party, Greg Grunberg of Heroes, Jeremy London of Mallrats and various other movies and TV shows I've seen and Fat Momma of Who Wants to be a Superhero?.

The Sweeney Todd experience

I went to see Sweeney Todd Christmas night with my friends. It was, by far, the best movie-theater experience I've had in years, and I'm not saying that because I scammed my friend Alex into buying me a cherry coke and stole Josiah's popcorn.

The music made me giddy, and the blood-letting made me light-headed. I loved Helena Bonham Carter's hair and her clothes. I loved the dreary sets, and once again remarked on Tim Burton's obsession with bleached-out blond hair on his damsels in distress.

There were mixed reactions from my group of friends. My friend Alex loved it and wants to see it again. My friend Josiah thought it was sad and moving, and my friend Jason utterly hated it. I'm surprised he didn't leave the theater in the middle of the movie and wait outside for us, chain-smoking through his contempt.

I also don't think Dreamworks and Warner Bros. did a good job of marketing to its intended audience. Not all people are going to like all movies, and the "this is a slasher/horror flick" marketing brought in a lot of people who were unsatisfied with their experience. Out of the 50 or so people who were in the theater with us that night, at least 10-15 walked out within the first 30 minutes. That's not a good thing.

So, if you love musicals and murders (in films) go see Sweeney Todd. If you don't like musicals or aren't willing to try new things, don't bother.

Picture of Sweeney Todd stolen from Thompson on Hollywood. Picture of Depp and Carter from FilmPeek.net.

Random acts of kindness

Quite a while ago, I realized what I wanted my New Year's resolution revolution to be. I want to practice random acts of kindness next year. Fortunately, the gal over at Crafty Chica beat me too it. Kathy Murillo writes about her exciting RAOK shennanigans over the holidays in her blog.

Yay RAOK!

I'm thinking about randomly giving out knitted goodies, for starters, and in the gold ol' stand by, the local coffee shop/ tea house.

Blogging award

I received my very first blogging award!

Thanks to The Shameless Lions Writing Circle and Catherine Gardner of The Poisoned Apple, I am now an award-winning blogger. (Not that I'd ever gloat about something like that...) And, I'm supposed to pass this thing on to five people, so I pick Howard Troxler, for his powerful way of pondering all sides in his writing, Kevin Walker, for having words powerful enough to hook me at an early age, Joe, for having the power to get his voice out there in trying times, Wade, for having the power to write about his dreams of wrestling and comics without stooping to the lowest possible level, and Keli, for having the power to call others out on their senseless acts.

Looks to be a chilly night...

Sometimes I hate Florida life. It's very hot down here. From around March to mid-December, the weather is unbearable to me. I'm sweaty, grumpy, and lethargic.

However, there is one plus about living in Florida that trumps all other. Lording our winter weather over the Yankees. (Let's forget that I'm actually a Yankee for just one moment here...)

Even though I love snow, there is something to be said about the fact my tiny space heater heats my entire tiny apartment.

It's a chilly 46 degrees out there, so I thought I'd put the little baby to work tonight.



And, for those of you who demand multimedia excitement, I even took a video. I'll have it up as soon as it's accepted on YouTube. Here it is:

Holi-daze

You're driving to work this morning, and you remember you forgot to send Aunt Myrtle a Christmas present this year. What do you do?

You could scour eBay when you get to work and hope you find something nice in an auction ending in the next few seconds.

You could go to Amazon or Barnes and Noble and order a couple of books, hoping her tastes are similar to yours.

You could send her an E-Card, even though she sent you almost $50 worth of your favorite chocolates this year.

Or, even better yet, you could send her one of the many Gift Baskets from Delightful Deliveries.

A gourmet gift basket is a great gift to send the message "I love you enough to send you these tiny little sausages and some chocolates; it cost me a bundle."

Plus, Internet Retailer ranked the site No. 1 in the nation for 2008. Here's the press release about the honor:

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Internet Retailer Ranks Website Among Best in Nation for 2008

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DelightfulDeliveries.com, a privately-held company, with one of the largest and most unique selections of gourmet gifts, ranked alongside larger sites such as Dell, Nike and Amazon.com, by building its award-winning site on selection, functionality, speed and the complete customer experience. A recent re-design has improved the customer’s shopping experience to make holiday gift-giving easy and enjoyable, including rating and reviews, behavioral recommendations and free shipping offers.

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This post was sponsored by Delightful Deliveries.

Speaking of New Orleans

While I was browsing through Feministing, I saw a new post about protesters barricading themselves between a bulldozer and a housing project. New Orleans has to do some major thinking about how they want to rebuild the city. They can either tear down the affordable, low-income housing and kill the heart of the city, or they can build more low-income, affordable housing and keep New Orleans the multi-cultured, multi-hued, lively birthplace of jazz it's always been.

Remembering New Orleans

The first and only time I visited New Orleans, I was on a road trip from Florida to Minnesota to try college on for a try.

This was New Orleans in all its pre-Katrina glory, although there was a hurricane on the horizon while we were there (it was the fall of 2000).

Even though my traveling companion wasn't that great (there are many, many reasons why I left him) The Big Easy became my favorite city, both for fond memories and my own fantasies. Before Katrine, The Advocate was my first choice paper to work at, because I wanted to be close to the city.

I love cities steeped in history. Walking through the picturesque streets and seeing the old brink buildings with wrought iron railings and accents was a perfect way to enjoy the day. Because we were there during the off-season, we got discounts almost everywhere we went.

I loved the altars at Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo and Reverend Zombie's Voodoo Shop. I bought witchy trinkets, a bright green feather boa, and a House of Voodoo poster I eventually traded for a Minnostan's soul.

I had Po' Boy sandwiches and frog legs in dive bars and found a used bookstore off the beaten track, where I bought a collection of Shakespeare for under a dollar.

I have so many fond memories of New Orleans, yet I regret I never got to take a tour. A historical walking tour or ghost tour would have been perfect.

The next time I go, I'm going to consider Trusted Tours & Attractions. There's even a Trusted Travel eNewsletter. If you sign up for the newsletter before Dec. 31, you can enter to win a free iPod Nano.

The times, they are a changin'

And, so am I! After some consideration, I realized that my new Word Press blog should be my professional/ show-off blog, because it has some features that will show off my drive and talents. So, this will be my review blog.

Word Press will be my professional-type blog with my resume and other such things.

I'm going to start out on this blog with some blog reviews and branch out to book and movie reviews when the chance arises.

I'm also going to play around with what I can do on Word Press, so jaunt over there when you get a chance and let me know what you think about things like the layout and stuff. And, for those of you who have me on their blogroll and don't want to be inundated with reviews ever day, add my other blog instead.

http://wendylbolm.wordpress.com

I'm also going to continue to write for 451 Press

http://artistspassion.com

and Sticks of Fire.

http://sticksoffire.com

That is all.

I need a better bed!

I'm posting this because, thanks to the sleep I just got, with my worn out mattress and two cats, I am obsessed with buying a new mattress/ mattress pad.

Right now, my mattress sags in the middle, making it impossible for me to get comfortable. It dips all the way down to box spring. I have a foam mattress pad and two blankets on the mattress for added cushioning, but they don't work. They do, however, bunch up in uncomfortable places.

Eventually, I'll probably get enough money together to go to Target and get a feather mattress. I used to sleep on a feather mattress all the time, and the experience was so much better than I'm having now...

Even better than a feather mattress, and something I definitely can't afford, is a Temperpedic mattress.

I've only slept on a Temperpedic once, and it was heaven. Angel Beds offers Temper-pedic type beds for lower prices, so when I have enough money to replace my entire mattress, I might consider buckling down and getting one of their memory foam mattresses. I'm always a bit put off by the memory foam mattress pads they have at department stores, because they seem so thin... A mattress seems like a much better option for me. Until then... An eight inch thick feather bed is in my future.



This post was sponsored by AngelBeds.

Working with PPP

There are two more things I like about the PPP system I didn't have a chance to mention in the last PPP post, because I didn't know about them yet.

1. The sites I've posted about have been more reputable than I thought they'd be.

I expected there to be a lot more payday loan and free ringtone sites on there. But, I've written posts for the Amelia Island Web site, Sweeney Todd, and a new informational site. I can see how, in today's economy, using PPP as an advertiser makes good business sense. Think about it: You're the owner (or even just a marketing guru) of a Web site with a fixed budget. You can either pay thousands of dollars to an advertising firm for a campaign that may not work in today's digital climate or pay $5 a piece to 100 bloggers to advertise for you. I'd pick the bloggers.

2. The fact that I print my true feelings about a site/ product hasn't been counted against me.
Like saying the dating site should include OkCupid or that PPP makes me feel a little weird when I post it on this blog. All of my posts have been approved.

And, I have started my new blog, just for PPP and reviews.

Dating site reviews

Once upon a time, I was a lonely girl on the internet. I was constantly trolling for guys on Myspace, and I was signed up for Yahoo! Dating, Match.com, Matchdoctor, and who knows what else. I was a dating-site-profile-making-machine.

I've mellowed a lot since then. The only dating site I still check every once in a while is OkCupid, and that's to check to see what new quizzes they have for me to take. My favorite are the zombie survival quizzes, I love to see how I'd do in a zombie apocalypse.

I think one of the reasons I was so unfulfilled with all of my profiles was that there was no handy guide to see which ones were made for me. Fortunately, there is now a Web site dedicated to reviewing Dating Sites.

Prime Dating Sites only has a few reviews up so far, but the reviews they have could have helped me in my more desperate days.

I would have known not to bother with E Harmony. I didn't know it was a site geared towards "heterosexual singles who have marriage on the mind;" I was rejected by their matching system right off the bat.

I would have also found out about Chemistry.com, which uses scientific guidelines to connect the lovelorn together.

While the Yahoo! and Match.com reviews are accurate, they are probably the least helpful for what I was looking for.

Because, what I was really looking for was OkCupid, and I found it long after I started dating someone. As a quiz-farm, OkCupid is great. As a dating service, it's also great, because it has an IM function, a bunch of questions you can answer to match your compatibility with other people, loads of quizzes to compare others' answers to yours, blog functions, and a host of users I was interested in. While I was using the other dating sites, I never met a single person off of them, because I just couldn't find anyone I actually wanted to meet in real life.

I'm really glad Prime Dating Sites is cataloging these personals sites for Joe Normal who wants to find a date on teh interweb. However, I think OkCupid is a good place to start when they write up their next review.

This post was sponsored by Prime Dating Sites.

Do you feel the outrage?

I've begun to realize that the horrible things humans do to each other comes down to one root cause: dehumanization.

I've been reading (do not click the link if you don't want to see the horrible things people are capable of) The Rape of Nanking for the past few weeks, because I read a book about Iris Chang. I've read similar books about similar atrocities; I feel I should be a witness to the tragedies forgotten by history. We like to forget about things like genocide, and we do unless the victims fight to be remembered.

Through reading Chang's book and following some current news stories, I've realized that in every case of one human or many abusing another human or many the abuser/s have used tricks of the mind to turn their victim/s into something less than human. So, one of the reasons the Japanese could do things like hold Chinese beheading contests and rape so many women is that they didn't think of the Chinese as other humans. They thought of them as animals. The same thing happened to the Jews around the same time, during WWII. And on, and on, and on.

So, imaging my surprise/ shock/ disgust when I read about a 10-year-old rape victim in Australia. According to the (Australian) judge trying the case, the girl (an aborigine) "probably agreed" to have sex with the nine men who gang-raped her.

She then proceeded to give them lenient sentences and told them they shouldn't have sex with underage girls any more.

So, the rapists and the judge both managed to dehumanize a young girl described as having mild intellectual impairment.

The system that was supposed to protect her failed her.

Cool Place: Amelia Island

I've been to Amelia Island once or twice, but it was when I was a kid, and I've been meaning to get back for ages. I might go soon, because now and through the end of February, the hotels and inns on the island are offering a Lodging Special.

For a reservation for two nights, you can get a third free.

I've never spent the night at Amelia, so I think this would be a fun getaway for me. I've been to their nature parks, and family members have brought in pretty impressive fish and oyster hauls.

While I do love the nature, and they offer eco tours, I think, for my dream stay, I'd do things quite differently.

Fernandina Beach looks like my kind of place. A small town lost in time.

The Ash Street Inn looks like it would be my hotel of choice for my dream getaway. They have a spa. They have cozy porch breakfasts. They even have wireless internet access.

I would probably go horseback riding on the beach during my stay; I can't even remember the one or two times I went riding when I was younger. I'd definitely check out the walking tour of the island and try to catch a river cruise that goes to St. Mary's Georgia.

I would eat at the sushi bar, because I'm weird like that and never pass up the chance for sushi. I'd also check out Cafe Karibo's gumbo.

At night, I'd settle in, turn on the television, and snuggle in my lush bed and breakfast bed. In the morning, I'd eat cut fruit on the porch right before a relaxing massage.

After earning a degree in a dying career field, I could use a vacation.

My secret desire...

I've often fancied myself a bit of a drag queen. In fact, when I was a little girl, I really, really, really wanted to be a drag queen before I found out non-male people can't really sign up for the hallowed occupation. So, I immediately settled for the future title of club kid, because I was always watching the pretty, candy-colored people on talk shows.

And, even though I often marvel at my own beautiful body, every once in a while I wonder if I wasn't supposed to be a gay male. I've even been told by gay friends that the only thing I'm missing is a small but very necessary appendage.

So, really, what can I do? While I can change my appearance, I'm never going to make it as a gay man. It's biologically impossible, and I'm not willing to give up my girl card.

The answer?

Augusten Burroughs.



I vicariously live the life of a gay man through his books.

Burroughs is the best-selling author of Running with Scissors (a movie was based on it), Sellevision, Dry, Magical Thinking, and Possible Side Effects. I just finished Possible Side Effects today. Just like his other memoirs, I felt giddy the entire time I was reading it.

Okay, I don't really care about his crazy mother. Or, his brother and father. Or, even his grandmothers. I read his books, because he is (to me) a literary genius who manages to put all of his faults down on the page. I can relate to just about everything he says. I've lived in squalor. I have an addictive personality, even though I tend to eat instead of drink or spend hundreds of dollars on Nicorette gum.

Burroughs can be shallow, selfish, and judgmental, just like me. And, he writes about it all without apologies.

Someday, I'd like to have either enough strength or enough self-absorption to put myself out there like he does.

Using the Pay Per Post system

So far, writing for Pay Per Post has been pretty easy. And, yesterday I found two writing gigs I wanted to write for; two gigs I would have written on my own, eventually. They were the Sweeney Todd post and the camera post.

I think I might start a new blog and transfer my PPPing to that blog. It will be a review blog for blogs, the internet, and general life things. It's just a little weird writing about serious feminist/ world issues in one post and promoting something in another. Which is itself weird, since I would have eventually written each of the PPP posts.

I think my biggest bit of weirdness is from their link system. Instead of using my own words, I have to copy and paste their links directly. So, the Pay Per Post link has to say make money. However, since this is advertising blogging, I can see why they would do something like that; they want their links to be eye catching.

And, really, I am already making money with the PPP system. More than I'm making with the 451 Press system, even though I've been writing for 451 for two months now. I'm making more in two days with PPP than I've made in two months with 451. There's definitely an upside to that.

The PPP system also gives me more freedom. I make a blog on whatever category i want, then I categorize it in the system and submit it for review. The review takes a while, but I didn't have any problems with it. 451 gave me the blog they wanted me to use, which was awkward to begin with, because I was taking over someone else's work and turning it into my own.

I also like that PPP has a variety of opportunities on their site, and the opportunities seem to be updated frequently. I had no trouble finding the Sweeney Todd or camera opps on my first glance at their bulletin boards. They were straightforward with what they wanted, and I didn't feel any moral twinges at accepting the jobs they offered.

Unfortunately, I don't have much to say about the pay system yet. I don't get paid for 29-30 days. Then, the money should be wired to my PayPal account. It seems simple enough, and the system counts down the days for me and alerts me if it has any problems. Soon, theoretically I will have a steady cash flow coming in. It gives me at least a partial sense of security; I now have what amounts to a steady job that will give me extra spending money while I'm in school. That's good; I get into way too many tight spots they way I'm running my finances now.

If I get enough money from this thing, I'm going to buy this. I'll get a pretty good discount if I buy it at the school computer store before I graduate. My laptop PC is falling apart.

New MP3 mix and writing

Final Warning - Wumpscut
Noise Complaint - Bid D and the Kids Table
Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper
Shark Attack - Math the Band
Eyes Without a Face - Billy Idol
What We Do on Christmas - Atom and His Package
Screaming Infidelities - Dashboard Confessional
Under Pressure - Bowie and Queen
Staying Alive - Ozzy Osbourne
99 Luftballoons - Nena

Yesterday, my writing schedule worked well for both of my blogs and my novel. I'm well on my way to finishing up my novel either in this draft or the next one. I switched over my playlist again to change it up. I also managed to finish up my online class last night, so I only have one project I have to worry about for another class. I'm unsure of whether I like integrating PPP posts into my blog, but both of the posts I have so far are posts I was going to write anyways, so we'll see what happens. Plus, a lot of the writing opportunities on the site are closed off to Blogspot writers, so it might not be a problem. My next post is going to be about the PPP experience so far.

Why I love my Nikon Coolpix

Once upon a time, I realized that as a journalist, I was going to need a good digital camera to take pictures with. My ex's camera (which I took) was getting shaky from being dropped five or six too many times. So, I went on a search for a camera with a 3x digital zoom, which I heard was a good thing.

I had the camera guy at Best Buy explain camera jargon to me and make his recommendations. I ended up buying a Nikon Coolpix, sure that within a few months my technical ineptitude would destroy it in one way or another.

I was pleasantly surprised.

I can take video with it. I can take pictures with it. The resulting pictures are hi-res enough for me to have published in Web sites, newspapers, and magazines. I've taken pictures of my friends, family, artists, artwork, my cats, and yarn.

Even better yet, I've managed to drop my camera, submerge it in both water and some sort of cleaning fluid, and lose it for days in my hot car, only to have it work once I've shaken it off/ dried it out/ cooled it down.

I think I've recommended it to just about everyone looking for a basic, point-and-shoot digicam, especially if they're not technically minded, like me.

The only beef I have with my camera is the shakiness of the "no flash" setting. With my old camera, I used to take pictures all the time without the flash on; I could eventually steady myself for a clear shot. Even one of my best friends, who is an amateur photographer, can't get a clear shot from the Nikon without the flash. But, I'm working on it.

Here's my favorite picture I've taken with my Nikon so far:



It's an unpublished photo I took for a print package about people whose lives have changed because of urban hip-hop. The graffiti is on display at Crossover Community Church in Tampa, FL.

I also, as I've stated, am very technologically unfriendly in many ways, so it's great having a camera that's (so far, knock on wood) virtually indestructible, even if I do eventually have to get a tripod to take artsy-farts pictures without my flash.

Here's a site that sells a bunch of Nikon cameras and other digital models, as well as a bunch of other stuff.

This post is sponsored by Ritzcamera.com.

Important things from the internet

Yes, my livejournal friends are weirdos. This is from Tangerined, a MA based artist: hover bacon.

And, Lira Cruz, from Watching The Office, brings up a good point about one of my favorite blogs, Schrute-Space. The last post is dated Nov. 22, after the writer's strike began. If a striking NBC writer wrote the post after the strike, then they have a lot of explaining to do.

However, since I'm now pretty familiar with co-opt type blogs, where different people write posts under the same heading, and more familiar with corporate blogging, chances are a writer wrote the blog post long before the writer's strike, specifically for the holiday. There's also a chance that the writers who make the online content for NBC aren't TV writers, instead they might be employed just to provide online content. It would be interesting to find out who provides the online voice of Dwight Schrute and when they wrote the Thanksgiving post.

Best Christmas gift ever: Sweeney Todd

Thank you, Tim Burton, for making your own movie version of Sweeney Todd and giving me something to do Christmas Day.


What could be better than a Tim Burton movie with Johnny Depp and Alan Rickman? Especially when Johnny Depp takes up the role as the "demon barber of Fleet Street?"







It's interesting, because my entertainment life has been filled with revenge flicks/ serial killer movies lately. The most interesting was Keeping Mum, a British comedy staring Rowan Atkinson and Dame Maggie Smith.

The movie begins with Smith's character as a young woman traveling by train. Her trunk is discovered with blood seeping out all around it; it is soon clear the young woman has committed the ultimate act of revenge: her husband was cheating on her, and she simply couldn't stand for that sort of thing. So, she killed him.

Fast forward to the present day, where Maggie Smith's portrayal of the polite, gentle housekeeper Grace slowly builds up a body count as she struggles to protect her new charges from both the outside world and themselves. The most interesting statement made by the film is that Grace sees murder and revenge as a necessity in an evil world, where she stands as sentinel against outside forces. Does the neighbor's dog keep the family up at all hours of the night? Well, then it has to go. Has the nosy woman down the street caught on? Off she goes.

The most powerful scene comes when the family's mother's lover is found spying on the daughter with a video camera. Played by Patrick Swayze, the man is downright creepy as he breathes hard and gives the unsuspecting teenager directives as he watches her through her bedroom window. It's impossible to feel remorse as Grace adds him to her body count. The service she provides is almost acceptable as she resumes her grandmotherly housekeeper role inside her household, although for much of the movie viewers are made to wonder if she'll turn against her employers.

Sweeney Todd has a similar need to protect his family, and some parts of the two movies' plots parallel each other. Without spoiling too much from either movie, here's a brief synopsis of Sweeney Todd and why it's awesome:

Johnny Depp's character, Todd, lives above a pie shop, where the owner is having a difficult time finding meat for her pies. To protect his daughter, get revenge for his wife's death, and provide for his new landlady/ piemaker, he starts building his own body count with his trusty straight razor. Out of all of the Broadway musicals out there, this is the first I've seen with a high body count and a wicked sense of humor. It's like The Phantom of the Opera, if the phantom was a homicidal maniac instead of a brooding outsider.



Sweeney Todd is a musical, which may turn some viewers off. But, it's also a demented revenge musical filled with gore, so it may make a splash in the box office. I know I'm going to see it.

For updates, trailers, and more visit the official Sweeney Todd movie site.

For an added bit of obsession, visit Sweeney Todd on MySpace.

Daft Punk Video

The things Orianna Kurrus finds on the internet...

In lieu of Friday's Fabulous Fat Chick...

I aim to misbehave.

Okay, I admit that's a pretty bad pun/ Serenity reference to start out a post about Missbehave.

I fell in love with this magazine a few months back when I noticed it at a local Barnes and Noble. Lo and behold, I saw it at my campus bookstore a few days ago and picked up the newest copy. I also plan on mailing in my subscription form in the next couple of days.

This magazine is the perfect brain candy for me, because it combines real women and bright, hot fashion. It's the new Paper with a more girly feel. (Not that I'll ever be able to truly give up my Paper addiction.)

Not only was this issue filled with enough club trends to keep me going for at least the next few weeks, but there was also an entire feature dedicated to my new obsession: ball-jointed dolls. I didn't know I was in desperate need of a $1,000 doll before reading that article. For cheaper dolls, check out this site. Even better yet, one girl's site dedicated to her dollies.

Yes, Missbehave is a glossy fashion magazine, and no, I do not usually read glossy fashion magazines dedicated to the newest advances in fake fingernails and hoodies. But, as far as glossies go, Missbehave is light years ahead of the times. They even have real-looking women (i.e. not suffering from eating disorders) all over their pages. So, because I love torturing my readers today (see above salivations over uber-expensive dolls), here's a breakdown.

Inside cover: Yay, a picture of a beautiful young girl in a loose-fitting tee and bulky skirt. I.e. something normal girls wear.
P. 33: Picture of a real subscriber! Yes, people who read the magazine actually get to be in it.
P. 49: Okay, with the clothes the girl is wearing, I can't really tell how much she weighs, but it's yet another picture of a young woman who isn't being exploited for being rail-thin.
P. 63: A beautifully done picture of a young woman and her dollie. The woman has short, curly red hair, glasses, and is definitely nowhere near a size 2. It's refreshing.
P. 64: A cute couple poses with their ornately bedecked dollies; the girl's dress matches her dollie and both real people look deliciously indie.
P. 66: Even better yet, a picture of a woman over a size 16. Are magazines even allowed to do that? Granted it's not an ad or photo spread, but I don't see many large-and-lovely folks in other fashion mags unless they make millions of dollars a year and are supposed to "inspire" the rest of us dregs.
P. 84: To me, it looks like the models in the shoot are a loving lesbian couple, one has piercings and wild hair. Fabulous!
P. 94: A two page spread of real women found clubbing. (No celebrities in sight, unless you count the fact that most of the women profiled are indie DJs, fashion designers, and musical artists.)

Like I said before, I find all of this very refreshing. When I find magazines and media outlets that show women as I see or want to see them, I support them with my money. No more emaciated figures and pop-star wannabes for me.

I just wish they'd add a bit more content. DIY apartment decorating, simple recipes for the glam and lazy, and fashion tips for bigger girls would all be much-appreciated.

Embracing a writing stupor

The semester is technically over (I have one last project I need to keep an eye on), and I've decided my plan of attack for the next three weeks is as follows: write eight hours every day (unless I'm working at the bookstore), read as much as possible, and escape to my mother's house for laundry and food a couple days a week. I think it will work.

I'm poised to start working on the second draft of my first novel. I've got pens, notebooks, and my huge novel file at the ready. (In fact, this is me procrastinating against working on it.)

Because it's so overdone, I've decided to write a "what I'm listening to" post. So here's a sampling of my super-duper writing mix of doom I'm listening to as I type this.

Hair - The Cowsills
Even Hamsters Fall in Love - Hampton the Hamster
Don't Stand So Close to Me - The Police
Under Pressure - Queen and David Bowie
Stay - Blutengel
Indian Summer - Zero 1
This is Halloween - Danny Elfman

That's not everything on there, but I thought writer's mix v. 1 merited a write-up.

Dismemberment= Beauty?

But, before I get into that, Happy Channukah!!!!! My landlady and I both sported menorahs last night, but hers has electric blue lights and mine has tiny, tiny birthday candles. It's cute, though, and the candles burnt out fast, so I didn't have to worry about staying up to wait them out.

Now, onto the serious (?) stuff.

I love MAC.
I love drag queens, therefore I love MAC.
It's all very logical.


Even my friend Brady wears MAC, which proves my point that every drag queen in the world wears MAC products. (If this isn't true, dish on the makeup brands, please! I need to know, I somehow managed to weasel my way into a local drag show. And, I'm not sure if Jeffree Star counts as a drag queen, but I'm using his image. He's too pretty not to.)






Even though I love the makeup, the creative team at MAC always manages to come out with an ad, a line, or a look that really bothers me. This year, the award has to go to their Of Beauty collection; the picture I see every time I go to the Of Beauty page looks like the dismembered head of a burn victim, displayed proudly in layers of shattered glass.



Weird fashion spreads of police scenes, hangings, and all sorts of violent acts against women (think serial killer spreads) have been pretty big in the world of high fashion for a while. Why is this so? This picture looks even worse in my blog than it did on the MAC site, because at first glance you can't say, "Awwww, that's just the kind of thing the artsy-fartsy artists at MAC would do." When did dismembered, charred heads become sexy?

Short fiction... By me!

A story you say? Well, did you know they made a movie about me? It’s all very interesting.

Well, I guess you could say I made a movie about me. I was the muse, the source of funding, the casting director; I took a production going downhill fast and brought it into the light, so to say.

It was ahead of its time. It didn’t do well at all when it first came out, but you can still buy it today, on DVD. In fact, I have quite a few copies lying around, if you’d ever like to see it. Some would say it’s a bit of narcissism on my part, but who wouldn’t want to see their own life story memorialized for all time on a bit of shiny plastic?

I even lobbied for my charges to have parts in the production. That definitely was ahead of its time. Back then, freaks were kept in the shadows, sequestered in tents for those willing to shell out a few cents to peek behind the curtains. A whole movie about them was seen as the height of distaste. Instead of hiding them away, I thrust them into the national spotlight, only to have the ignored, or even worse, thought as hideous creatures to revile. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. Where to begin, where to begin?

I was born to a life in the circus. I was a beautiful young girl, coddled by my parents and loved by all of the performers who made their trade under the bigtop. I grew up amongst seals, elephants, clowns, and of course, the freaks who were popular in sideshows at the time. They had their own tent with a barker who charged for each attraction.

From a young age, I had tutors in song, dance, literature, languages, and gymnastics. It was understood I would one day become a part of my parent’s high-wire and trapeze show. Alas, they died when I was quite young. It was up to their circus family to take over their jobs in my life.

At the age of 15, I became the star attraction of Rosenthald and Regent’s Circus of Wonder. I could hear the gasps of my adoring audience as I tiptoed above their heads on a wire or flipped through the air off my trapeze. Their awe-filled faces became a blur as I executed precise tricks in the air.

Soon, my face was plastered over all circus promotions. I like to believe they came to see my well-publicized beauty as well as my daring acts. I have to admit, I carried a healthy ego around in addition to my talent and skill.

Unfortunately, the events that led up to my present condition were caused by my own pride and foolishness. Back then, I saw the other performers and workers in the circus as inferior to me, especially those in the freakshow. I thought up elaborate schemes to make them seem ever more pathetic than I thought they were. I befriended them, only to betray and make jokes of them. The most heinous act I committed was to steal a tiny man away from his family.

I made it clear I wanted to start a romance with the man. He plied me with gifts and eventually moved in with me. I had many lovers on the side. When I was assured the man was devoted to me in every way, I cast him aside in a public display. It demeaned him; he ran out of the tent weeping. The other freaks turned on me that night, but they set out for vengeance two days later, when the man was found hanging from my lowered trapeze.

At gunpoint, I was led to his body and restrained as they slashed at my face and body with any sharp instruments they could find: cutlery, switchblades, razors, it’s had to know what all cut into my trembling flesh. They planned to make a more elaborate job of it and accept me into their fold, as an entirely different kind of attraction.

Before they had the chance to do any debilitation damage, a roar sounded from somewhere close by. I could see a hulking, bestial monster throw the freaks to the side through my own blood and tears. With a growl, he demanded they end their defacements and bandage and nurse me. I remember it clearly as he told them if I hadn’t learned my lesson, I would every time I looked in the mirror. That said, he disappeared.

The next few weeks are a blur to me. While they had good intentions, the freaks weren’t doctors, and they weren’t likely to call one for me, a traitor and fiend. My body battled infection and was overtaken by fever. The freaks wondered what to do with me when it became clear I would never recover. Fortunately, the monster from the night of my attack was watching and waiting. As my life ebbed, he made a deal with the freaks and carried me away to a small island off the coast of New England.

He carried me to a small farmhouse, where his noble, cat-like visage changed into a shrunken, smushed in wreck. I was placed on a soft, relatively clean bed as he readied the room. He surrounded me with mirrors and gathered a bucket of water, some towels, and more blankets. From time to time, what I took to be his servants came in and out of the room and followed his orders.

Once everything was in place, he unwrapped my bandages. The undersides were covered in dried blood and pus; many times bits of scabs and flesh came off with the fabric. He was surprisingly gentle, even though his hands were gnarled and his fingers resembled claws. I was too far gone to register horror at his appearance, I only appreciated his ministrations.

I blearily remember glancing at my own reflection, but even this didn’t bother me.

I didn’t notice what he was doing until drops of foul-tasting liquid began to slide down my throat. That’s when the real pain started.

I soon realized the pain-filled howls were mine. My new caretaker held me and whispered to me as he wiped at my brow with warm, wet towels. Even though my mind was filled with agony, I couldn’t help but watch the fascinating sight of my wounds opening as my skin was pulled taut across my body. Soon, the wounds were dripping with a black, oozing sludge. My flesh seemed to wither, and a foul odor began to seep out from my skin.

After a few days of my transformation, my skin was taking on a distinctive gray cast, not unlike that of my new master. Where my wounds gaped open was now a tough layer of what looked like black, shiny leather. My lips stretched taut against my face, and my eyes seemed caved in and yellow. The majority of my nose was hanging to the side from a long, threadlike connection of skin; I decided to pull it off soon after. It wasn’t doing me any good.

This entire time, Master was sitting by me, feeding me blood from the strange creatures at his beck and call. His voice was quiet as he explained why he chose me. Why I was given the curse I now see as freedom. I have been given the chance to redeem myself for my former nastiness; that a man lost his life because of my evil intentions means I may spend the rest of eternity atoning.

Because of the size of the village we were in, he said it was impossible for me to stay. However, they would always welcome me in times of need. He helped me to learn the skill of 1,000 faces, so I would always be able to fit in with mortal and kindred society. He taught me some other things, then sent me on my way to rejoin the circus.

I took up my old role as aerial acrobat and took on the new role of protecting the freaks under my care, both from the normal performers and from the outside world. I also did double duty every once in a while, dropping my disguise in towns where the marks wanted to see some extra frights or taking on a new, lesser deformed persona. By day, I learned to hide myself from prying eyes while asleep, which was a must when we were on the road and were subject to inspections and investigations by the local police.

Now we come to the best part, my movie!

Because I felt so terrible about what happened to the midget who fell in love with me and wanted to make things better, at least for his family, after a few years I managed to get in touch with a film-maker who was all the rage in the kindred world. He directed a rendition of Dracula; I hired him to film a version of my own life story. I’d previously published a short story rendition of the events in a magazine, and I made sure he got a copy. I promised to help fund the film, if he would cast my freak-friends in starring roles and give me a hefty chunk of the earnings. My friends were thrilled to be off the road for a bit. They were also excited at the prospect of making a mainstream film that presented them as they saw themselves- as real people capable of love, greed, revenge, and the like. A few facts from my story were changed, and my own transformation was much different in the movie. But, everyone knew it was about me.

When they saw themselves on the screen, it was a delight to see the light in their faces. Even I took on a small role, in disguise. Unfortunately, the viewing public wasn’t excited about our endeavor. It was soon clear our endeavor was a flop. We went back on the road, and I tried to find more ways to support and nurture the family I’d destroyed through my old errant ways.

These days, all of my old friends are either dead or moved on. I know a couple are back with Master, in that old, forgotten town filled with generations changed by the blood he gives them. Before the last of the old ones died off, I followed them around the country until they moved to Gib-town; my family retired in Sarasota. Now there’s only one boy left for me to take care of, an orphan going to a school over there. This is the closest I want to get to the rebel territory, but I send him money so he can continue his education and rise above the lot the rest of society would like to give him.

But, he’s growing up. Soon, I won’t have to take care of him any more. While he might have children of his own, and I’ll always be there if he needs me, I think it’s time to make a place of my own. As one person, I can help a limited number of people. When I was out with the troupe, I took care of 20 to 30 at the most. With the backing of the Nosferatu and the Camarilla, I know I can help a greater number realize their full potential and give them safe places to live.

Master leaves his village less and less. Only a few islanders dare leave for the mainland; even they are too alien to venture across the waters. Even with babies born all the time, there is no place for me there. Too small of a blood pool. So, for the first time in my life, I’m venturing out on my own. I know it will be extraordinary.

I wrote this as a back story for my new Vampire: The Masquerade character, Tikvah. It's for an OWBN LARP; writing back stories is my favorite part of the character creation process. Picture is from Orianna Studios.

My last post before bed

At a little over 17,000 words, I've finished the rough draft of my first novel. Now, it's time to finish my zombie novel and start on the second draft of my chick lit revenge novel. What fun!

Bernard the Jewish elf

I was watching The Santa Clause on TBS a few minutes ago. It always tickles me a bit that Jewish dreamboat David Krumholtz plays Bernard the Christmas elf in the series.

It begs this question: Do dreamboat Jewish Christmas elves celebrate Channukah?

Movie review: Freaks

I finally finished watching the movie Freaks after owning it for almost a month. I bought the film because of my love for Daisy and Violet Hilton, the original Hilton sisters.

The sisters were Siamese twins, and are contenders for being the most famous performers of their time. It's too bad no one remembers them. They had it all: they could sing, dance, act- the only thing holding them back was the tiny bit of flesh and cartilage holding them together.

Freaks was one of many undertakings that were supposed to revitalize their careers, which were suffering from America's sudden aversion from the freakshows that dotted the landscape only a few years before. In 1932, the viewing public wasn't ready for Freaks, which treated freakshow attractions like the real people they were. They especially weren't ready for the romantic scene where Violet gives her fiance a kiss and Daisy sets her book down and enjoys the tingles.

Freaks suffers from the same problems most movies from the 30s share. The editing is choppy and the acting overdone. However, the movie is filled with show-stealers.

The most notable scene stealer for me is Daisy Earles. A member of "The Doll Family," she was paired with her brother Harry as Frieda and Hans, an engaged couple. While by today's standards it is a little ooky to watch a brother and sister play lovers on the screen, I believe it gave Daisy a source of emotion for her scenes. Her nemesis in the film, the beautiful trapeze artist Cleopatra, steals Hans away from Frieda, because he has money to burn.

It soon becomes clear Frieda loves Hans while Cleopatra does not. Cleo keeps a lover on the side and makes fun of the other freaks whenever possible. Frieda's heart is torn asunder as she watches her true love fall head over heels for Cleo. The worst (or best) scene in the movie is during Cleo and Hans' wedding feast, where Frieda is one of the guests. She watches the festivities and Cleo's drunken, obnoxious behavior with tears brimming in her eyes; she knows Cleo's going to make a fool of Hans.

Watching Daisy on the screen, I was struck by how beautiful she was. She was also one of the better actors in the film. As the lovelorn Frieda, she was both elegant and regal. Inside of the film, she transitioned between a performer ready to go onstage to a woman in love to simply a woman trying to find her way through the minefields of a rocky romance with ease.

More scene stealers were the trio of pinheads, twins Zip and Pip and the unrelated Schlitze. They come off as gentle and childlike in the film; they kid around with the circus clown Phrosa, who treats everyone in the circus like an equal member of the troupe. They even come off as flirtatious as Phrosa promises to buy them new hats and tells them they're wearing beautiful dresses; he manages Schlitze's jealousy with ease and becomes a happy-go-lucky hero as most of the other "big normals" come off as callous at best and murderous and conniving at their worst.

The Missing Link provides small tidbits on the Freaks cast, where it is reported that Schlitze was really a man, even though he's referred to as "she" in the movie and was given the name Maggie in some of his shows. Unfortunately, he was institutionalized after his owner and manager (yes, owner) died and almost died himself, of loneliness. There is also an even better account of the life of Schlitze at the horrifyingly bright site There's Something about Schlitze.


Johnny Eck played Half Boy. A handsome man, Johnny didn't have a large part in Freaks. However, there is something special about him in the scenes he is in. He's perfect with his timing. When the other freaks discover the plot Cleo has hatched against their friend Hans, they retaliate. Even though Half Boy cowers in fear from men in the beginning of the movie, he helps the other exact their revenge against Cleopatra and her lover, Hercules.

Even more startling to the eyes was Prince Randian, who was billed as the Human Worm. Randian also has few scenes, and more than any of the other characters, seems to have been placed in the movie solely for his physical appearance.



For me, the saddest thing about the movie Freaks isn't in the movie at all. It's what happened to the actors after the film ended shooting. Tod Browning brought together a wonderful group of immensely talented performers, and many of them died in obscurity or worse, simply because they were different than normal society. Reading about their lives in the modern world is reading about horror after horror, from Schlitze's institutionalization to Johnny Eck's shunning of society after burglars broke into his house and sat on him to keep him from defending his property. In The Missing Link, Johnny is quoted as saying "If I want to see freaks, all I have to do is look out the window."

While some of the freaks (and, I use the term loosely and with a sense of irony) were mentally disabled in some ways, many of them were intellectuals and philosophers. Prince Randian was a Hindu who supported his wife and children. Johnny Eck excelled at school, and Angelo Rossitto (another little person cast in the show) was going to study law before he got into show business.

While the world's obsession with exploiting freaks benefited some, like Daisy and Violet who received a top-notch education because of their money making abilities, it held many others back.

At times, I wish I could have lived in the freakshow heyday and been some sort of advocate or at least a friend to these long-forgotten performers. Watching movies like Freaks makes me pine for those days. However, watching the film also gives me a grim sense of righteousness as the normals finally get their due.

The ending is bitter for Cleo and Hercules (who is killed) and sweet for Frieda and Hans. While Cleo lives out the rest of her days as a chicken woman in the freakshow, Frieda meets Hans at his new palatial estate, where everything is forgiven and the couple can live happily ever after. Unfortunately, too many side stories that were central parts of the movie were left with loose ends, the final minutes are unsatisfying to those who want to know what happened to the many other romances of the film.

Friday's Fabulous Fat Chick: Ann Wilson

Sultry brown eyes. A powerful voice. And, of course, makeup provided by MAC. (According to her official site.)

No, I'm not talking about another drag queen, even though I love them so. I'm talking about Ann Wilson, the voluptuous half of the sister-act faces of Heart.


With a career spanning over 20 years, Wilson lent her voice to classics like Barracuda and Magic Man.


Unfortunately, I can't give you all of the sordid details of her life. I'm not a music person, but I can say I grew up listening to her music; her last CD was released in 2004. She's been a star longer than I've been alive, which must count for something.

I do have a complaint for her promotions team, though.

Stop hiding her voluptuousness behind her sister! Stop cutting off pictures of her to pretend she's not fat. She is. She's also one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.

Have some respect.

The workplace is a'changin'...

Would you let the woman to the left watch your children or hire her to work in your company? Or, would her piercings be a barrier to her entering the professional world, a reason not to hire her?

I just finished an article in the St. Pete Times about a young woman who was "fired" for a small, almost unnoticeable nose piercing.

She was told by her supervisor that it wasn't in her best interest to get a facial piercing. When she was told to take it out, she told her supervisor she would take it out and give her tw0-weeks notice a few days later. That night she had a change of heart and was upset when the tax collector's office she worked for wouldn't take her back.

Should this story be in the paper? Of course. Piercings are becoming common enough among young people to warrant a rethinking of corporate dress codes. As more professionals enter the workplace with piercings and tattoos, more workers are going to clash with their companies' policies. It's almost inevitable.

However, I don't think this particular case is a good topic for a news story. The fact that the woman in question was specifically told it wasn't in her best interest to get the piercing turns this away from the realm of public interest to a personal problem she had with her company. They were within their rights to fire her.

However, this story would make a great opinion column. Here's how I'd do it:

1. I would start out with Lauren's story and how one piercing introduced consequences into her life she'd never imagined.

2. I would continue with statistics on the rise of piercings in the U.S. and the impact it's having on the workforce.

3. I would try to showcase one or two professional businesses with more open dress codes that allow piercings and other body mods.

4. I would finish with ways the corporate world has changed over the past decade and try to finish up with advice from an image consultant or something similar as well as include a sidebar with tips on surviving in the business world.

I've never been accused of being the most mainstream person out there; however, I like to feel my resume speaks for itself. Most of my professors have fielded the "Wendy, don't worry about your hair color or what you look like, just write," talk with me. I think the topic of alternative styles is going to be pretty popular in the next few years.

And, just as an added bit of information, the woman in the picture up top is my friend Virginia. She gets paid to watch three little girls as a professional nanny.

Where do we go from here?

So, I started this blog as a class project. Then, I realized how powerful a blog, if it is used correctly, can be. Now, I have to deal with questions. Questions like, should this blog remain strictly a feminist blog? Should I open it up to include more general news items and things that strike my fancy? Should I narrow my focus to writing about the process of reporting and the future of the newspaper industry?

Almost against my better judgment, I think I will open this up to become an opinion column. It's going to be my take on the world around me, with some reporting thrown in. I'm going to be talking about race. About feminism. About religion. The truth is, I think the country I love more than any other, the U.S., is slipping down a slope I'd rather not see it go down.

So, what do you think? Is broadening my horizons a good idea? Or, will my blog suffer because of it?

Yay, or Boo!

In the interest of making money, I'm going to be joining a site that allows me to write about products and.... Make money off of it!!!!!!! I need monies!

So, some of my posts from now on might have "sponsored by" badges attached to them. However, I will not be writing about products I'm not familiar with, and I will not be supporting products I don't like. You will never see me gushing about the Rose Petal Cottage!!!!! (Unless the pod-people get me. Then, who knows what will happen.) So, let's see ho this goes. If it doesn't work for me, I won't stick with it.

Speaking of capitalistic opportunities, I'm having a super-serious-goth-superstar auction, because once again, I'm drowning in stuff I don't wear/use/need.

Where do I stand.... on abortion?

Here's the nitty gritty, down-and-dirty, no-holds-bar stance I hold on abortion and related issues.

Do I believe every woman should have access to "safe" abortions?
YES.

Do I believe every woman should have access to birth control?
YES.

Do I believe every woman should have access to morning access pills?
YES.

Do I believe every pharmacy technician to have the right to deny customers their birth control prescriptions over the technician's own code of morals?
NO.

And, with the religious fervor and attacks over the Planned Parenthood Health Center in Aurora, Illinois, I am for the center's right to be open, to provide health care for women who need it, and to provide abortions to women who want them.

The best article I've read on the issue is from the Chicago Tribune.

Giving thanks, every day

Why the odd silence over the holidays?

1. I was at my mother's house for the end of the week and most of the weekend.

2. I could have done the horribly cliched "Yay, this is what I'm thankful for Thansgiving post," but that's my style. Since I'm almost late on everything (see my lack of Fabulous Fat Chick posts on Fridays) I've decided to post what I'm thankful for today.

I try to be thankful for what I have every day. I don't really see the purpose of setting out to be extra thankful on a specific day. However, as an anthropology minor, I do see the good getting together and feasting with family units can bring forth. Holidays usually create one of the following reactions from the people I know: extreme happiness, suicidal depression, or indifference. I lean towards indifference in some instances, extreme happiness in others, depending on the holiday. (Yay, Halloween!!!!!)

Before I start rambling on too much, here are the top 10 things I'm thankful for every day:

1. My mother is here for another holiday. Two years ago, she managed to almost die, because when she feels sick, she holes up in her house, hides the severity of her illness from everyone, and lies in bed without eating or drinking.

2. For now, birth control is legal in the U.S. However, groups around the country are trying to promote legislation that would consider fertilized eggs to be independent entities with their own human rights. So, every contraceptive that keeps fertilized eggs from implanting in the uterus and many fertilization procedures that fertilize a number of eggs and only implant a few would be illegal (varying from state to state, at least at first).

3. I live in a country where, if I'm raped and go to the police, I won't be punished for being a victim.

4. I have access to a university library, where I just checked out The Rape of Nanking, Fire Wife, and Alias the Cat! I plan to review at least some of these titles soon.

5. I never have the money to get caught up in the whole Black Friday affair. Those people scare me.

6. There are so many LARP groups in my area, I could almost go to a game a day if I wanted to.

7. Zombie invasions. I might post pictures of last night, if I get the chance.

8. Over at "The Poisoned Apple", I just read that Joss Whedon is going to make a new series called The Dollhouse. I almost cried. I just wonder if the strike is going to throw a wrench into the works.

9. Two beautiful cats, who hate each other.





Okay, it's just the calico. She hates Sirius Black.

10. My muse, who I've named Troxie, and looks like a little gnome. (Think of the goblins in Labyrinth. He has kept me in some pretty good scenes from my last novel endeavor. I'm still behind, though.

So, what is this digital content worth?

The writers from The Daily Show make their case for the writers' strike:

Zombie etiquette...

Or, how not to make an ass out of yourself in a few easy steps:

The article's at Sticks of Fire.

Feminist Icons: Joeprah?

One of the biggest debates in the feminist universe out there revolves around kids. Should we have them? How can mommies keep their feminist edge? Should mothers work, how often, and how many hours?

Both Bitch and Bust have studied the issue in depth. Feminist moms have their own blog, and Hugo Schwyzer studies topics like feminism and motherhood all the time.

Then, there's Joeprah. He's just a regular Joe out there, raising two daughters while his wife brings home the bacon. He cooks, cleans, blogs about toy grudge matches, and, best of all, dresses his little girls in boys' clothes, so they have enough room to roll around and get dirty as much as possible.


One of my biggest complaints about society today is that little girls aren't allowed to be little kids. They're supposed to always be looking ahead to that next physical milestone, when they can get their ears pierced, wear hiphuggers, get that tattoo plastered just above their rump, and marry that rich man who will take care of them for always.

If you're at work, turn down the volume on your computer; the following page links lead to sites that are equipped with sound.

At best, they're allowed to be children only as long as they can consume Rose Petal Cottages and the newest Disney Princess crap (it's a coincidence the Rose Petal Cottage ad is at the top of the Disney Princess Web site but not surprising). Don't forget about Bratz; I know I haven't.

Compared to mothers I know who obsess over their daughters receiving the most exciting pink accessories and painting them up to be younger versions of themselves, Joeprah seems to have a pretty good grasp on the whole fatherhood thing. Even with the weird stares of seeing a man out with his daughters or the well-meaning advice from women who think he's just another one of those befuddled but well-meaning dad's society likes to pawn off on us. Think According to Jim.

Today, more than ever, we need more male role models like Joeprah, who take what life gives them with a smile and a hug and doesn't complain that he could be doing more manly things like Nascar racing or fight-clubbing.

Instead, he has the most important job in the world.

TVLAND: Cold Case and Heroes

So, trying to find a picture of Linsey Godfrey dressed up like a boy from her Cold Case episode "Boy Crazy" is more difficult than cracking the identity of a CIA operative. Apparently, pictures of her from last night's episode do not exist. So, pretend this girl really looks like a boy from the 60s:



Even better yet, pretend she has a short wiffle cut but is dressed in a bright pink prom dress and is lying at an unnatural angle, dead and washed up in the reeds of a lake's shore. Then, you'll see her as viewers of Cold Case did last night to bring home the concept that people don't like gender-ambiguous folks.

Like Brandon Teena in Boys Don't Cry, Samantha Crawford doesn't see herself as a girl. Instead, she views herself as a boy, or at the least, a tomboy who should be allowed to dress and do as she pleases. And, like in the movie version and real-life happenings of the Brandon Teena case, the world around her will not let young Sam be.

This is by far one of the most moving episodes of Cold Case I've ever seen. The show always seems to explore the humanity of the characters involved, especially when they go against society's norms. There have been interracial lovers in the time before the Jim Crow laws were repealed, gay cops presented in the black and white TV format of their era, and a couple of young punks who were accused of murder and convicted after they sought to portray themselves as the despicable monsters everyone said they were. In the end, the murders the Cold Case investigators look into are more complicated than they first seem.

In the case of young Sam, she has to deal with a school system forcing her to conform, two teenage bullies who have it in for her, a love interest who questions his own sexuality over his attraction for her, a father who is confused over what he should do, and a psychiatric facility with a "cure" for her deviant behavior.

They all contributed to her demise, finishing with a tearjerker ending. I have to admit, it got the best of me.

And, as long as I'm on the subject of getting all teary-eyed, Heroes got to me tonight. I think it was the fact Claire watched her father get shot for the second time. I've noticed a trend emerging. Every season, Claire is going to witness violence that tears her life apart.

Now, she has to live with her last real exchange with her father, where she told him she hated him. In the last few minutes of the episode, they played up her guilt.

Tonight's theme was control. Matt's control over Molly and Mrs. Petrelli. Hiro's control over time and his ability to save his father from death. Claire's father's control over her. And, the question of how Elle's father controlled her in the past.

Yes, Elle Bishop is the zappity electricity girl, played by Kristen Bell of Veronica Mars fame. She's sadistic, tarty, and apparently used to be all about rainbows and unicorns before The Company got to her. The electricity baked her brain, according to Claire's father, Noah Bennet.

It's going to be interesting to see if Elle's daddy really allowed her to become one crazy experiment in electricity. It's clear Claire's father loves her enough to die for her, twice over. Does Elle's patronly unit compare, or is going to let her down in the end?

Kevin Walker is a god

So, TBO.com has a new entertainment gimmick: BOT.

Am I mentioning this because I'm technically an intern at The Trib?

No.

Am I mentioning this because I got to see the page in its test phases and thought it was cool?

No.

The only reason I'm mentioning it is because Kevin Walker is the host of the entertainment show. And, the video clip reminds me so much of something off of VH1, I have to watch it. Especially since I don't get VH1 any more.

So, who is Kevin Walker?

Well, once upon a time, I was a little girl who only read the comics and Dave Berry in the paper. Then, one day, I flipped to The Trib's entertainment section and came across "The Rail."

In the column, Kevin wrote about the hippest books, the most indie music, and tons of arcane pop culture knowledge. I read that column every time it came out, two to three times a week. I answered the trivia question he posed ever week. I wrote him letters.

And, when I got into the journalism program at USF, I set out to meet him. Which I did, and I landed a small-time gig writing book reviews for his book page in The Trib.

There, now that I've got that out of my system, check out BOT!

My idols: Anais Nin

To some, Marilyn is akin to a goddess. She had the hair. She had heads of state. She was seductive in that naughty “I’m a little bit bad, and I pretend to be a bit vapid, but really I’m just a whole lot of fun,” kind of way. Even when she was posing for Playboy, there was a glamorous bit of taste thrown in as she posed on top of red velvet.



Others like Audrey, who managed to mix her girl-next-door naivety with an equal dose of grace. Her face was unique but held a demure beauty. Generations of women have held their heads up high to emulate her bearing since Roman Holiday earned her an Academy Award and shot her name out into the public sphere.



For me, Anais Nin is the closest thing I may ever have to a feminine and seductive role model. Instead of using her bad-girl sensuality or good-girl grace to captivate crowds, Anais used words. She also lived an internal life filled with books and letters. Her external life has caused some controversy, because she insisted to live by her own moral code.

While her fiction shows off her intellectual erotic style, the diaries published by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich offer a glimpse into her personal life and mind. Much like blogs try to do today, which makes sense. Blogs are diaries of a multi-media sort.

With so many authors of today and throughout history, their inner thoughts are lost unless they happen to be attached to the notes they kept for their books or in the letters they sent. Anais kept a detailed diary from the age of 11 until she died, giving the voyeurs of the literary world insight into her deepest thoughts and longings.

Probably the most well-known of her diaries, the “first” volume (from 1931-1934) chronicled her relationship with Henry and June Miller and was turned into the film Henry and June. It also set the stage for readers to question Anais’s sexuality. In her journals, she writes about her sexual and romantic relationships with women, starting with June, who she is in love with almost to an obsession. At the same time, Anais and Henry spend much of their time trying to solve the mystery that is June, who seems to lie and has made her life into a giant game of pretend.

It’s interesting to note Anais’s first husband was not mentioned in the first volume; it is unclear where he is, what he is doing, why he allows his wife to spend so much time with the Millers, and what he would think of her need to be around June at the expense of everything else in her life.

More than her literary works, Anais’s diary shows her to be a dreamer who escapes reality in her own head. For a few girls growing up today, it is easy to idealize someone over thirty years dead. To pick through her life and find clues on how to live a life more interesting and divine than 2007. However, we have a few advances over the men and women of the 30s, when her edited journals begin (not counting the later volumes of her earlier journals from her childhood on).We’ve made so many strides in social equality, it would be interesting to see if Anais would bother with erotic fiction in today’s society and if she would have stayed with her husband or left with Henry and June.

I think I love Anais the most because of all the questions she answers with her journal, her writing leaves a mysterious air about her persona. Anais Nin: lover, dreamer, vulnerable child, author, mystery.