Spreadin’ Love

Three Mexican workers are hammering away on my roof in a biting cold wind.

Being a freaky, self-hating liberal, I keep running outside with tray after tray of hot coffee and cookies, and now, they’re all wired and whapping away at my roof. I have to get out of here, because I am about bring a third caraff of guilt-induced coffee out to them. Do you take cream or guilt with your cafe?

Running over to my parents’ house for the afternoon. Here are some things that caught my eye:

Betty Friedan’s obit and Elizabeth’s thoughts.

Malcolm Gladwell: really smart or a wanker?

More on boys in school by Cathy Young, Twisty, Bitch PhD, and Majikthise.

Jo(e) is blue. (Big hugs, girlfriend.)

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5 thoughts on “Spreadin’ Love

  1. re: Gladwell. I don’t know what to make out of him, because I haven’t read his book. The article in the times kinda dissed him referencing a bad review by Posner and questioning his hair choices. I did like that pit bull story. I missed it at first, because I usually blip over animal stories. But then I realized it wasn’t about doggies.
    I think he does what more academics should be doing — making their work interesting and readable. Maybe all this blog stuff will sharpen the written tools of academics, so they too can collect those $40,000 speaking fees. Ka-ching!
    re: culturelaw. It was good. I was thinking about writing a post on how The Feminine Mystique influenced me, but I’m not sure I could contain my thoughts to a blog post.
    re: guilt. Oh, it doesn’t take much to make me guilty. I just don’t like watching people doing work that I wouldn’t want to do. could be because I am liberal or because I’m Catholic. Either way, I’m screwed.

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  2. Well, you could wait til spring to get re-roofed. The the work you have to look at gets more pleasant, and your guilt is maybe assuaged. On the other hand, the guys now doing it could starve between now and then.

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