Res Ipsa Loquitur

On the Jezebel clusterfuck

I don’t read that site - I don’t care for the writers, there is seemingly no editorial staff to speak of, and their brand of feminism seems to be acting like a terrible caricature of ‘the average guy.’ You aren’t a feminist because you enjoy sex, and you aren’t edgy because you can overshare the details of your latest interlude, you aren’t a badass because you can drink everyone under the table and still get up in the morning, and you aren’t particularly insightful because you “put it all out there.”

You’re just someone who has an overinflated sense of importance, which is endemic to the 20 something with a computer, and you have confused the idea of acting like (a total cartoon of a) guy with being a well adjusted female who knows of the real obstacles of equality in the workplace. Fuck everyone and anyone you want, and tell everyone and anyone the details, it still won’t buy you a vowel and isn’t enlightening anyone but your ego when you read your visitor stats.

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Is Denton an investor in Cityfile or something?

I think that is a foregone conclusion.  It actually looks like early Gawker, too.  Funny that he didn’t disclose it, seeing as he gets a hard on for others who don’t disclose their connections to the story.

cajunboy:

Because he sure is promoting the hell out of it on Gawker.

Via Cajun Boy

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Chipotle calorie calculator

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A recap

We have had a blast, the three of us.

Friday, our girl Andrea (“and-drayah”) arrived in the Emerald City, and the pea picked her up with Dexter (who is MY dog, by the way) and hit Pike Place Market. I met up with them and we got fixings for a crab feed: Dungeness and Alaska king crab v. Baltimore blue crabs.

After a movie and some chat time, we had said crab feed and watched the amazing fireworks show. My youngest brother was in attendance and a good time was had by all. Andrea schooled us on how to clean crabs and get the most out of them.  The hot guest of my neighbor asked for my phone number (in the elevator!) and he has already called, but he is in his late 20’s. Alas, I know some great girls I can set him up with, but I dare say the guy does leave sexy voice mails.

Saturday brought a great leftover scramble, a tour of Chihuly’s Boathouse, and we were on the road to Portland. We hooked up with pea’s sister, who is an amazing milliner, and Andrea and Anna (pronounced “ah-nah”)(Andrea’s daughter, who just happened to be in town,) both of whom bought hats. We checked into our hotel, then went to dinner and had three bottles of the goddamn best Pinot Gris on the planet and amazing plates of food.

Anna is the unplugged Lodwick, a fascinating woman and startlingly sharp and diasarmingly attractive. She is her mother’s daughter, and a higher compliment couldn’t be paid to either woman. Just amazingly good people and stellar quality human beings. Freaking great parenting. Honored to know and adore them.

Sunday found us at Isabels, then a convertible tour of the Pearl District and trendy-third avenue. We hit a terrible run of traffic on the way home, but we made the most of it in conversation. After a steak dinner tonight, we are all retiring to a much needed slumber.

All told, this was kind of a perfect weekend for the female soul. Good times, great conversations, amazing food, and a powerful reminder that sometimes? People on the internet are exactly how they seem, and more often than not? Trust your radar.

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Seattle Meetup in 3 hours...

daryn:

Hope you can make it to King’s!

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