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.)