July 2011
11 posts
Friday you are supposed to want to make me do...
I want to go drink myself into sweat on my front steps and not go anywhere.
Damnit, July.
not trying to turn this into a feminist bikey...
onelessminivan:
photo by John Greenfield
But.. Dottie from LGRAB noticed the same perturbing advert parked out front of the Bike Village at the Pitchfork Music Festival that grossed me out and she had the balls..ovaries?.. to say something about it.
How can we move beyond the perceived machismo entrenched in cycling culture when this particular breed of objectification is rampant. Or should...
Guys, "Dear Sugar"?
Where the hell have I been!? I mean, seriously, it’s is almost as good as a hug from my wife, in internet form.
“The hardest period in life is one’s twenties. It’s a shame because you’re your...”
– Helen Mirren quoted in Esquire’s “What I’ve Learned” (via)
(nb: I think this has has has to be true)
Things it is hard to express on the internet
Fake sunburns. Rage balls. Trapped. Two wallets in SIX MONTHS. Bank of America keeping my money from me. No money. Court dates. Ninety one. Summer squalls. Monday (again how again!?). Inability to cook. Too many people in my ear all the time. Ninety one. Skinned shoulders. July, what the hell?
“My husband, however, had this to say about it (and I’m paraphrasing): Men don’t...”
– Forever in Hell (via)
Sometimes I wonder what Micheline would say about...
