I’m delighted by people’s suggestions that they’re taking up lindy hop because they want a dance where ‘men are men’ and ‘women are women’.
Because the sorts of things that male jazz dancers did in the 20s and 30s aren’t ever quite as retrosexists imagine they were.
I would like to write a post about anti-semitism, and why it’s important to address it, but I have a big event on in 3 weeks and I’m fucking crazy insane busy. And this is the sort of post that needs thought and care.
Why am I still harping on about this?
Because every [...]
I get onto the 422 to Newtown at 5pm, and take a seat next to this skinny little hipster guy. He had a bad case of massive-balls, so his legs were spread pretty wide, but I figured my big, wide feminist load practicing land-and-expand would ensure an equal distribution of seat. So I pull [...]
If you think I’m up in the crank states, I assure you: you ain’t seen nothing yet.
I’m going to address an issue which is sufficiently abstract and pedantic that it may be too persnickety even for the pages of CRANK: the energy economy of pretty much every popular science fiction TV series or film [...]
When I was in Herräng, I bought a bunch of CDs. Which is a bit ridiculous, as DJing at Herräng taught me I need to ease off on the new music, and remind myself of the old school win in swing era recordings. But I am weak. And I bought these CDs.
I saw [...]