Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Twenty Novembers have come and gone since my own divorce, and I really should be showing more maturity about this whole thing. But fuck it.
I mean, after all, that’s pretty much what Kevin’s ex said just a couple years ago:
As Kevin Cotter tells the story, when his wife of 12 years moved out of their Tuscon, Ariz. home in 2009, she left behind just one thing: Her old wedding dress, pristinely preserved in his closet.
“What do you expect me to do with it?” he asked.
“Whatever the $%^@# you want,” she replied.
The comment hit a nerve, and a couple of months later Cotter and his family started joking about ways he could repurpose the gown. The frock had cost him nearly a grand anyway and seemed like such a waste just sitting in storage.
AND…a blog is born.
Ah, the deep symbolism. And the contradiction. A wedding dress symbolizes purity…chastity…naïveté…ultimately, dependence on this big tough strong manly male. It is everything that modern feminism is supposed to have risen up to oppose, and yet, after some forty-five years of said feminism, the battle has yet to be engaged.
Perhaps because — among other things, a wedding dress also symbolizes “Today is my fucking day and I get all the attention” — and feminism hasn’t got a whole lot to say against that?
At some point we shall have to ponder the meaning of all these years of this empty sparring. For now, we shall enjoy Kevin Cotter’s 101 uses.
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Aren’t those things worth a lot of money, even if they’re a little out of style? I would have sold it on Ebay or something and pocketed the cash. Forget this kind of silliness.
- cylarz | 12/10/2011 @ 01:25That’s the point of the blog, they’re expensive as hell and getting some practical use out of a second-hand item seems to be a little like voting out a congressman: Everyone thinks someone else should put some serious thought into it.
And so the used wedding dresses are put in the same commodity posture as the unpleasant females who once wore them: Precious as sand in the Sahara, and for the same reason. eBay? You’re right, it should have been an option. Not entirely sure how that was ruled out. Maybe the abandoned husband thinks he can get more loot out of it this way. And who knows? Maybe he can.
- mkfreeberg | 12/10/2011 @ 05:34I found that blog in May of 2010 and linked it as well. And said this, in passing:
“Special Day,” Big Money… heh.
- bpenni | 12/10/2011 @ 09:22