From what I've read so far, I'm prepared to love this woman. I probably don't agree with her about everything, just as I'm not quite as anti-religion as Richard Dawkins or Sam Harris, but the shrieking angry--what was it someone said?--psychodrama in some of these posts suggests that this is strong medicine. Think she's buying into the "mommy wars?" Hell, no. She cuts right through that crap. This paragraph in her American Prospect article just sums it all up:

The home-economics trap involves superior female knowledge and superior female sanitation. The solutions are ignorance and dust. Never figure out where the butter is. “Where’s the butter?” Nora Ephron’s legendary riff on marriage begins. In it, a man asks the question when looking directly at the butter container in the refrigerator. “Where’s the butter?” actually means butter my toast, buy the butter, remember when we’re out of butter. Next thing you know you’re quitting your job at the law firm because you’re so busy managing the butter. If women never start playing the household-manager role, the house will be dirty, but the realities of the physical world will trump the pull of gender ideology. Either the other adult in the family will take a hand or the children will grow up with robust immune systems.

Thank doG for Linda Hirshman. Someone had to put the choice "feminists" and their patriarchal puppeteers on the defensive for real. Ladies, it's time you faced facts: you've been had.

Yes.

Why do we have to agonize about this? Unfair cultural bias is making girls take their headscarves off in French schools. If believing that free will trumps cultural tradition every time makes me culturally biased, I'm soooo sorry.

Uh, folks who are complaining about this post, please read a little more carefully. The writer didn't leave out the women who are "die-hard soccer fans," and it wasn't she who was asking how women were putting up with the games; she was pointing out that once again, the mainstream media is trying to fit women into their predetermined stereotypes.

Oh, and you guys who are whining about the sexy guys in shorts comment, ya know, a little objectification would be good for you. And if you're feeling insecure about unfair comparisons, all the better.

Pioneering silly video since the 2001 debut of Hatten Ar Din (http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=467658246540326166).

So, if this had been posted on Monther's day -- would you have expressd the same reaction? Would anyone have considered the video portrayal of a woman that reacted the same way to a pregnancy test?

Yes.

For some reason this brings to mind John Belushi's Mall Santa in the SNL commercial for Santi-Wrap...

"He knows if you've been sleeping, but do you know *where* he's been sleeping?"

If I had to stop and think about the symbolic import of every sexual act I engaged in, I'D NEVER GET ANY.

That said, don't blow your male partner in the morning before he gets up, or you will get a mouthful of pee. Also, it never hurts to shower beforehand, whichever sex you are.

Ah, yes, snobbery and reverse snobbery, that Scylla and Charybdis of taste, raise their ugly heads once again on Salon and its forums. So you're a red-blooded Philistine and proud of your taste for chocolate-flavored wax, are you? Would you like some kind of award? Here are all the mini-Snickers bars left over from last Halloween. No one else would eat them, but I'm sure you would enjoy them.

It's kind of sad, because it misses the point of the thing itself. A cell phone is a status symbol, and in a perverse way so is the deliberate lack of one, but the cell phone, if not abused in public, is still an incredibly useful tool. Chocolate, like wine, is meant to be enjoyed, not analyzed, and I have a drawer at home filled with all kinds--Milka and Valhrona, some lovely Belgian stuff I dip strawberries in, and Trinidads--I love Trinidads, does that make me plebian? The thing is, I can taste the difference between different kinds of chocolate, and I like them all at different times. Food corporations have trained the taste right out of us, so that the real stuff--coffee, tomatoes, green leaf lettuce, wild Alaskan salmon--tastes funny. Even local free-range chicken eggs tasted weird to me at first because I was so used to the tastelessness of big factory-farm eggs. If you think 70%-cacao chocolate tastes like wax, that's how I think of Hershey's (and I think it's gone downhill since the days of the Marshall Plan).

The other thing is, a little bit of the really good stuff goes a long way. I can make dessert out of a single square and some fruit, whereas I'd be three-quarters of the way through the whole Hershey bar before I even noticed it was gone. If people learn to eat really good food, they'll be satisfied with a lot less, and that can only mean less trouble with weight and related problems down the line.

So I think the snobs and the reverse snobs are doing us a tremendous disservice all around by taking the focus off the food itself and making it all about how refined they are on one hand and how virtuously ignorant they are on the other. And meanwhile, Americans are slowly losing any ability to taste good food as they have to inhale more and more dreck to be satisfied. Tragic.

this video ought to be on it.