by Irin Carmon (Jezebel) and Steph Herold (IAmDrTiller.com, Abortion Gang)
Come meet your favorite feminists and drink to benefit Trust Women PAC!
Tuesday, June 29, 6-9pm 4th Ave Pub, Brooklyn (76 4th Ave, between Bergen St & St Marks Pl)
Sliding fee scale starting at $15. Donations benefit Trust Women PAC, an organization that works to protect the rights of abortion providers and fights anti-choice legislation.
Meet Julie Burkhart, Executive Director of Trust Women PAC. She worked side by side with Dr. George Tiller for 8 years and was the Chief Executive Officer of ProKanDo, a pro-woman, pro-choice political organization founded by Dr. Tiller.
Special guests: Jessica Coen, Anna North, Jenna Sauers, Sadie Stein, and Dodai Stewart, Jezebel.com / Shelby Knox, ShelbyKnox.com / Chloe Angyal, Feministing.com / Nona Willis Aronowitz, author of Girl Drive: Criss-Crossing America, Redefining Feminism / Amanda ReCupido, UnDomesticGoddess.com / Julie Klausner, author of I Don’t Care About Your Band / Michelle, ClinicEscort.com / Doree Shafrir, contributing editor, New York magazine / Lynn Harris, author of “Death By Chick Lit” / Megan Carpentier, Talking Points Memo
Subways: B/Q/2/3/4/5 (Atlantic Ave Station), D/M/R/N (Pacific St Station).
“I’d call her style ‘identification with the aggressor,’ meaning she seems too meek to directly assert herself and challenge the men (and wicked stepfather??) who devalued her in the past. Instead she joins in the devaluation process in order to ‘belong.’”—My mom, who is a shrink, weighed in recently on Olivia Munn.
Last night I dreamt that a fictional camp director offered me the position of theater counselor once held, according to dream logic, by an ex-boyfriend of mine. I’m proud of myself for telling her that I wouldn’t take the job without a musical director.
And by “proud of myself” I mean I am exasperated at my own subconscious for constructing a story at once so stupid and boring. I mean, really, dream brain.
Michael Keaton couldn’t have been propositioning me in his trailer for athletic lovemaking shenanigans on the set of Mr. Mom? An ice cream sundae couldn’t have sung a Dolly Parton song? Manatees couldn’t have starred in a marine biology-themed variety show?
Fictional camp director. What am I, a 45-year old mom whose weekly high point is watching Glee with her gay son? I know, NOT YET. Very funny, guys.
“[‘Company’ is] the most pro-marriage show in the world. It says very clearly that to be emotionally committed to somebody is very difficult, but to be alone is impossible; to commit is to live, and not to commit is to be dead. Every marriage on that stage has its problems, but every one is a good marriage. It’s the central character, Robert, who is cold, who chooses to see his married friends at their worst moments. He’s a type one seen more and more these days, a product of a depersonalized society, unable to commit himself.”—
“Jill is a classic narcissist. For those of you not in the know there are subtypes of narcissism, Jill is the grandiose or malignant varietal. The grandiose or malignant subtype is identified by marked arrogance, contempt for others and a belief that they should only associate with other special people like themselves. Jill has gone off the deep end since Bravo show has allowed her fantasy that she is somehow better than the rest of the world to seem like reality to her and some others.”—
I need you guys to know about my favorite website, a perfect Venn diagram overlap of abnormal psych diagnoses and Real Housewives. If it also somehow featured Pretzel M&M’s, Andrew McCarthy circa 1986, basset hounds, and Deee-lite’s “World Clique” album, I would have to look into identity theft, or at least the concept of soul mates.
Let’s hear it for the ladies who lunched with Stephen Sondheim. The dozen or so women - who refer to themselves as the Ladies Who Lunch Club, after the song from the Sondheim musical Company - have long corresponded by mail with him. They had invited Sondheim to be their guest for lunch in Columbus or New York. The 80-year-old responded by offering to host a meal for them instead - on May 26 at his Manhattan brownstone home.
“He brought his arms up to hug me, and I asked, ‘Are you sure you want all these crazy ladies coming in?’” she recalled. “He said, ‘Of course,’ and then warned that his poodles, Addy and Willy, would jump all over us.”
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