I was tagged over at SWOPeast’s blog, but feel it’s more appropiate to answer here.
Elizabeth Pisani tagged me. Quite an honor.
The rules:
* look up page 123 in the book that is nearest to you at this very minute
* look for the fifth sentence
* then post the three sentences that follow that fifth sentence on page 123.
No, don’t worry, I’m not going political (not any more than I ever am). I found this story via my Google Alerts and although it really had nothing to do with the actual subject I was looking for, I found it interesting. (The age of the article shows you how long I’ve been sitting on this post.)
Why?
It’s a question I’ve often had internal debates about. Who is considered an authority? And this ties into the back-and-forth over my last post.
These two random memories surfaced a few weeks ago. They both happened while I was stripping, though the incidents were separated by a year or more. What I find interesting in revisiting the memories is my angry non-reaction. I think it’s a woman-thing more than a stripper-thing. You be the judge.
A friend sent me this link. Too good to keep to myself. Masturbation propaganda posters. Great for your cubicle.
Should make most Republicans have an aneurysm.
Proof that I’ve been hanging around sex worker activists way too long — I complain about a book’s lack of “diversity” in an Amazon review.
PS: This is said with much love and the most gentle irony. I’m mostly amazed I’m using the word in various contexts. Obviously something from all those listserv debates and conference calls has sunk in.