Damned Hippie Feminist
My blogs
| Occupation | Exchanging my time for packing peanuts |
|---|---|
| Introduction | I'm not the woman my mother thinks she raised. And it's all her fault. |
| Interests | Plagiarizing other more talented writers |
| Favorite movies | I think torture-porn is the future of American cinematic art. |
| Favorite music | Scissor Sisters, Edie Brickell, that little group Natalie Maines sings with, and everything in the Wiggles catalogue . . . |
| Favorite books | The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, everything by David Sedaris, Elegy & Collapse by Patty Paine, A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf (Oh, come on! What kind of pseudo-lesbian would I be without Woolf?) |
Lionesses have no manes. How do they know when they've grown up?
When they're catching the same amount of antelope, but only allowed 86% of what their maned counterparts eat.