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November 26, 2007
K8T Asks: What's your dream Thanksgiving guestlist?
Kate wants to hear from you! The next question of the week, straight from Kate, is: If you could plan your perfect Thanksgiving dinner party guests - say 8 of them at the table - who would you invite? if you want, they can be resurrected for the evening.
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November 19, 2007
K8T Asks: What's your chosen family's favorite Thanksgiving tradition?
Kate wants to hear from you! The next question of the week, straight from Kate, is: What's your chosen family's favorite Thanksgiving tradition? I like to wear my 'TOO FULL TO FUCK' t-shirt.
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Gender Card – Poke her – Old Maid - War
Coming out for Hillary Clinton in one-on-one or small group situations still reminds me of coming out as a lesbian. I’m the lesbian, not Hillary, contrary to the sledge-hammer innuendos of Ann Coulter. Though we wish the best for everyone, Hillary may not be a lesbian. And that’s okay.
And, is it just me, or does Ann look a lot like the young, recumbent and recently unwrapped King Tut?
Approaching the declaration for Hillary is like approaching that triple-solcow moment in a skating routine. Have I got the strength, the torque, the momentum, the sequins to come out to this person? Since I don’t want my inner Dick Button murmuring disappointedly, “Aw, she only did a double,” I declare my orientation for Hillary and prepare myself for the inevitable Hilla-phobia blowback.
The other night at my study group dinner, it happened again. About eight of us meet monthly to discuss some dense, progressive policy book we all claim to have read. I’m generally seated at the kid’s table. Before we got into the book discussion, we were doing our usual recap of recent political events. Several members always end up moaning and thudding their foreheads on the table in the ‘dovening for democracy’ portion of the evening.
When we got to discussing the presidential campaign, my dear partner asked everyone to go around the table and announce who they were for, and cruelly looked at me to start. I took what I knew would be my last bite of mushroom risotto for the evening and declared I was for Hillary.
A fine expectorated Chianti mist was settling from my friend’s mouth, as she bleated in horror, “Why?”
“Other than the fact that I think she would make Bill O’Really’s head blow up and that she is the most qualified for the job. . ,” I started. “WHAT has she done?” my apoplectic friend silent screamed. I continued, “I support her just so that I can get into fights with people about the appalling levels of sexism in the world,” and daubed a small bit of mushroom off my neighbor’s cuff.
Full disclosure: at the gym I’ve been listening to the audiotape of Susan Falludi’s The Terror Dream on my IPOD. Falludi reports so extensively and bloodlessly on the uses of 9.11 to restore “traditional” manhood, marriage and maternity that she has gotten hysterical, vicious reviews which prove her point exactly. The men at the gym seem genuinely unsettled by my mirrored glowering at them.
It was as if I were one of those Dixie Chicks of Bridge and had held up a hand-made sign at an awards ceremony. Talk about gender card. I started to lay them out on the table. In South Carolina, a woman, perhaps Ann Coulter’s grandmother, called Hillary a bitch and John McCain didn’t cut her off. He has, no doubt, heard or even said worse. Maureen Dowd never met a woman she liked, making her a worthy NY Times columnist. Katie Couric can’t catch a break.
My friend rebutted from east, west, north and south. Perhaps I overtricked, when I endplayed her with, “Why do you hate yourself so much?” I’m not proud of it. Let the conversation continue.
November 15, 2007
I think the date is going real well- then......
Hi, Kate.
Ok. So, this isn't as important as world peace
or freedom of oppression for women but here goes.
I find dating to be a real drag. I think the date
is going really well and then...(dramatic pause)....
There she is. Ms. Ex. I find myself working as a counselor
before the night is out. I don't want to become bitter and jaded
(although under the current administration it can be difficult...),
but there's nothing that puts out the sparks like a martini with a
therapy chaser. Suggestions? Encouragement? Co-dependent
support? Thanks! Amy
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Amy,
Not to worry, if dating is mastered [or of course mistressed] I believe
there will be world peace, freedom and an end to the oppression of
women. No wonder you feel the pressure.
Can you pre-select, to avoid costly dates? Like a questionnaire -
Where do you stand on the death penalty? Are you for Hillary Clinton?
How long has it been since you were with your ex? Do you love Napoleon
Dynamite?
I admire ANYONE who is doing the dating. I've been in long
relationships m whole lesbian career. Of course they've been wonderful
hostages, I mean women but there was a tinge of dating avoidance. I
will not lie.
We'll have a brand new woman president next year at this time. So
don't lose faith.
Best,
Kate
Wink-Wink-Nudge-Nudge
So I just signed up for your newsletter hoping it would get me a few
extra points toward getting my burning question answered. Although it
may be too inflammatory.
I'm wondering if you ever miss those maybe-not-so-bad-old-days when we
lesbians weren't quite so darn assimilated. You know, the whisper in
the office lunchroom times. The good old neighborly spinsters next
door instead of the block captain lesbian couple with kids that
everyone holds up as their "some of my best friends are..." shining
example.
I mean, the last time I attended one of your concerts there were
*gasp* a whole bunch of straight people there. And they took the best
seats.
So, what do you think? Any longing for the wink-wink-nudge-nudge days??
Missing the in-group just a little bit,
Nancy
Nancy Quay, LMSW
Ann Arbor Therapy Services, LLC
www.annarbortherapist.com
734-717-0747
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Dear Nancy,
Glad you signed up. Quite frankly our "Ann Arbor Therapist"
demographic was dismally low.
I love your question. I had a little frisson of those special friend
days just reading it. I'm a recovering catholic and so the more
forbidden the hotter and dirtier.
Perhaps you could start one of those Second Life internet personnas
that the kids are doing and try to recapture those days. But then
again, technology is such a turn off.
Or a pot luck. I believe in the lesbian pot luck as a reminder of
those old days. Draw the blinds. Put on the some Cris and Meg and
Holly. Dredge up some softball gossip.
Mostly though I find, and I'm sure you do too, [eek was that
co-dependent?] our visibility gob-smackingly exhilarating.
Next time, I'll reserve you seats in the front row!!
Best,
Kate
Gender Card – Poke her – Old Maid - War
Coming out for Hillary Clinton in one-on-one or small group situations still reminds me of coming out as a lesbian. I’m the lesbian, not Hillary, contrary to the sledge-hammer innuendos of Ann Coulter. Though we wish the best for everyone, Hillary may not be a lesbian. And that’s okay.
And, is it just me, or does Ann look a lot like the young, recumbent and recently unwrapped King Tut?
Approaching the declaration for Hillary is like approaching that triple-solcow moment in a skating routine. Have I got the strength, the torque, the momentum, the sequins to come out to this person? Since I don’t want my inner Dick Button murmuring disappointedly, “Aw, she only did a double,” I declare my orientation for Hillary and prepare myself for the inevitable Hilla-phobia blowback.
The other night at my study group dinner, it happened again. About eight of us meet monthly to discuss some dense, progressive policy book we all claim to have read. I’m generally seated at the kid’s table. Before we got into the book discussion, we were doing our usual recap of recent political events. Several members always end up moaning and thudding their foreheads on the table in the ‘dovening for democracy’ portion of the evening.
When we got to discussing the presidential campaign, my dear partner asked everyone to go around the table and announce who they were for, and cruelly looked at me to start. I took what I knew would be my last bite of mushroom risotto for the evening and declared I was for Hillary.
A fine expectorated Chianti mist was settling from my friend’s mouth, as she bleated in horror, “Why?”
“Other than the fact that I think she would make Bill O’Really’s head blow up and that she is the most qualified for the job. . ,” I started. “WHAT has she done?” my apoplectic friend silent screamed. I continued, “I support her just so that I can get into fights with people about the appalling levels of sexism in the world,” and daubed a small bit of mushroom off my neighbor’s cuff.
Full disclosure: at the gym I’ve been listening to the audiotape of Susan Falludi’s The Terror Dream on my IPOD. Falludi reports so extensively and bloodlessly on the uses of 9.11 to restore “traditional” manhood, marriage and maternity that she has gotten hysterical, vicious reviews which prove her point exactly. The men at the gym seem genuinely unsettled by my mirrored glowering at them.
It was as if I were one of those Dixie Chicks of Bridge and had held up a hand-made sign at an awards ceremony. Talk about gender card. I started to lay them out on the table. In South Carolina, a woman, perhaps Ann Coulter’s grandmother, called Hillary a bitch and John McCain didn’t cut her off. He has, no doubt, heard or even said worse. Maureen Dowd never met a woman she liked, making her a worthy NY Times columnist. Katie Couric can’t catch a break.
My friend rebutted from east, west, north and south. Perhaps I overtricked, when I endplayed her with, “Why do you hate yourself so much?” I’m not proud of it. Let the conversation continue.
November 13, 2007
Charities
This was posted as a comment with my most recent K8tasks question:
Please let us know what your favorite charities are and we will make donations in your name! Looking forward to many more year of your wit and wisdom.
Thank you for asking.
NCLR
The Women's Lunch Place, Boston, MA
The NYC GLBT Center
The Breast Cancer Fund
Center for HIV Law and Policy
Writers Strike
Please don’t tell anyone I’m writing. Let’s just say I’m journaling and then file-sharing. Otherwise there will be a huge inflatable rat outside my apartment.
Some of you have reminded me that I’ve said that a campaign should only be six weeks long and that we’d be a better country if we used the fourteen billion saved to forgive all student loans. You also remind me, rather testily, that I’ve said that in those six weeks the only thing on television should be politics. And the air time would be free. Those of you who have run through your TIVOed backlog think that we are getting dangerously close to such a time. I had nothing to do with it. I don’t want my fella writers to be maligned.
This weekend in NYC, the stagehands went on strike and Broadway pretty much shut down. The traffic was horrific. No cabs were to be found. The New York Times covered the story of one family visiting from Virginia. Unable to see Monty Python’s Spamalot, they instead went to St. Patricks Cathedral. It was a natural substitution in their minds. No one ever expects the Spanish Inquisition.
Especially not Dianne Feinstein and Chuck Schumer who were able to vote in favor of Michael Mukasey, who wouldn’t say torture if his mouth was full of bits of his own front teeth. “This country does not torture people,” George groused recently, “we outsource that to other countries,” he did not add.
This from our Sadist-in-Chief. And I beg to differ. I’ve experienced sleep deprivation. Listening to him try to talk is like taking blows to the head. FEMA waterboarded New Orleans and more.
I’ve got to stop writing now. I made a new resolution for my sixtieth year: I’m doing that four hour work-day regimen. I’ve got about three minutes left on my meter. Support the workers/writers! Entertain yourselves!
November 12, 2007
Tax Deductible Giving
What's your favorite charity for year end tax deductible giving?
November 09, 2007
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATE!
Kate looks to the future on her 60th Birthday.
What does the future mean to Kate and what is she looking for!
Kate responds:
As always I look and work for an end to the oppression of women, which
will mean no more war or Jenny Craig. I remain optimistic, despite
current idiotic evidence to the contrary. Since I believe this is my
only life, my only day, I prefer optimism.
I am a gray haired lesbian Polyanna.
Enjoy your day Miss Clinton!
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