Just when you thought it couldn’t get any stupider:
…”The Higher Power of Lucky,” by Susan Patron, this year’s winner of the Newbery Medal, the most prestigious award in children’s literature. The book’s heroine, a scrappy 10-year-old orphan named Lucky Trimble, hears the word through a hole in a wall when another character says he saw a rattlesnake bite his dog, Roy, on the scrotum. “Scrotum sounded to Lucky like something green that comes up when you have the flu and cough too much,” the book continues. “It sounded medical and secret, but also important.” The book has already been banned in some places.
I’d be more concerned that Lucky Trimble the orphan is not only eavesdropping but listening through a gloryhole.
We are Americans. And we are deathly afraid of our own bodies.
You know, I hate gay people, so I let it be known. I don’t like gay people and I don’t like to be around gay people. I’m homophobic. I don’t like it. It shouldn’t be in the world or in the United States.
And if there was an out player on his team:
If you have 12 other ballplayers in your locker room that’s upset and can’t concentrate and always worried about him in the locker room or on the court or whatever, it’s going to be hard for your teammates to win and accept him as a teammate.
Why do homophobes always feel they are so damned irresistible to any same-gender-lover?
He ain’t no looker.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:
If straight masculinity is so durable and strong and dominant in our society – why does two men holding hands immediately destroy that?
The truth is gender roles are more delicate than most like to believe. The group agreement of Men Kill Things, Women Birth Things isn’t as valuable or permanent as people like to think.
Did anyone else just see CNN on Rudy Giuliani calling this
THE BIG MO
As in ‘the big moment’.
Not to be confused with
A BIG ‘MO
As in ‘the big frickin’ homo.’
(phone rings, it’s Ron)
Andy: Why are you still up?
Ron: I know. I have to work tomorrow at 3am.
Andy: Honey you have to sleep. It is 11:30!
Ron: I know. (pause) Can I ask you a question?
Andy: Of course, honey.
Ron: I need your opinion on something.
Andy: Sure, honey. What?
Ron: DO YOU LIKE MY BODY??!!
A Florida comedy club received one complaint over the title of The Vagina Monologues on their marquee. They have renamed the title:
The Hooha Monologues