Who gives a shit what one white kid thinks?
This would make a perfect scanwich.
Bavarian rye bread
Hebrew National hot dogs
roasted red peppers
(Cross-posted at What Matt Cooked.)
I’m bout to start moving all the “recipes” over here:
They’re kind of getting in the way, and I can organize em better if they’re their own thing.
I had thought that, if enough people pointed out how our culture is set up to fuck women over, that people who genuinely didn’t want to fuck women over would band together and change the culture. And, in some ways, that’s happening, but very slowly. In other ways, what’s happened is that the culture of loathing has just opened itself up to include men in its loathing.
(I love you, El.)
About since he was born, I’ve been singing Leo “Pearl of the Quarter” when it’s time to go to sleep. Tonight he started singing along.
For me, and I’m sure for other people, I only took drugs because I had to not hate myself long enough to write a song. Drugs would sort of wipe out the self-hater function in my brain. And then later, of course, it just made it impossible to write. But I didn’t go to the drugs looking for an ability to be creative. I just needed them to have the courage to do anything at all. And I would say that’s probably what drives alcoholic and addicted writers and artists and musicians.
Mike Doughty, in an interview with Eric Spitznagel for something called “MTV Hive”