Cutting and pasting: reasons to read the Globe and Mail

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I always find Doug Saunders' column informative and thought-provoking. He always manages to tell me something I didn't know from a source I never would have considered. Damn, I wish I were that well-informed (of course, it's his job...).

Please, let's stop arguing about whether a war is a good idea. A U.S. war on Iraq is no longer an idea at all, but a looming fact. The question that should be inspiring loud and fruitful arguments now is what kind of war to have.

I know what kinds we don't want. We don't want another 1991 Persian Gulf War, all sound and fury, signifying nothing. And nobody wants a Vietnam, its nebulous motives forever obscured in years of expensive cruelty and grief. A just war of liberation, like the Second World War, would be preferable, but without the vast human toll and the overweening imperial presence.

So there we have it: A tyranny-deposing, democracy-erecting, short-duration, low-damage, small-footprint war with minimal American offence followed by a robust and transparent reconstruction campaign, please. (more...)

Heather Mallick is hit-or-miss, but when she's on, she's on.

And then I am handed -- by an editor who knows what lights my match -- a new book called Mismatch: The Growing Gulf Between Women and Men, by an American polysci misery-guts named Andrew Hacker, who uses his book as a pitchfork to pig-stick the young'uns. Publishers do this, pay bad writers to draw vast conclusions from dubious statistics and come up with depressing statements about the sexes. And it sells like sparkplugs. Mr. Hacker says women are surpassing men educationally, co-habiting instead of marrying and leaping to divorce faster than men. To which I say "So?" Mr. Hacker agrees with Mr. Pepys: When women get something, whether freedom or foreplay, they get the trick of liking it.

On the cover of Mr. Hacker's rant, a man and woman in business dress are photographed from the knees down. The man is shorter than the woman, although on the back cover, he is taller. He is standing on his tiptoes, perhaps to kiss her.

I am a devoted feminist. And I love men, peculiar soccer-loving creatures that they are. I'm telling you that if the Hacker gulf is growing between men and women, 1. it's still an improvement over any time in our history, 2. that bridging the gulf will be more erotic than ever, and 3. that book cover is an insult to all men and all women. (more...)

Also, I will read anything Ken Wiwa writes. And his columns range widely.

Uh, that's all really... just wanted to share a little of my weekend reading...

Watching my second-ever Angel ep, taped from a month or so ago. Having trouble following all the characters despite the useful intro provided by the sunnydale_socks. My God but that Fred chick is skinny, don't they feed her? Doesn't she want breasts? Cordelia on the other hand looks fantastic.

Feel better soon, crankygrrl, and thanks for the tapes.

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OF course they don't feed Fred. If Amy Acker actress who plays Fred were to be any less gut wrenchingly waif like, then she would tempt Angel, who might want to eat her. *SNERK*

*sniff* it may have gone downhill. Last year seemed dubious, I must say. but Angel for a while there (S1, S2) was fun. Good fun. And I am still unable to judge this year, because I haven't seen it. Though perhaps it is a mercy, if it is as bad as I hear. Don't enlighten me, if not. This is my only saving grace. *Sniff*

On another note, great gobs of guilt right now. I went out to give the sick ewe her meds (nutritional supplements, really, by mouth -- sheep have power shakes!). She was LAYING DOWN!! For only the 2nd time in 5 or 6 days. This was GREAT news. She stayed calm as I gave her her syringes of power shake (on the tongue, non-invasive, don't worry!). Stayed laying down. I'm like who hoo! She is perky, but resting. All is well. But then, as I am leaving, I lightly step on her foot, spooking her. DUMB SHIT ME. WATCH WHERE I STEP!! I was trying to be so careful, too. But no matter how old I get, no matter how much more coordinated, that klutzy child is always right there. *scowl* She got half-way up, then got stuck. I helped her lay back down, but clearly she wasn't comfy, so when she tried to get up again a few mins later, I helped her. But now I feel SOOOOOO bad for disturbing her. . . . Alas, what's done is done. She layed down once, hopefully she will again. *sigh* I hope she is ok, overall. We almost put her down yesterday, but then she rallied. Such an emotional roller coaster.

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Heather Mallick

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She was definitely on this time out, especially when she says, "Publishers do this, pay bad writers to draw vast conclusions from dubious statistics and come up with depressing statements about the sexes. And it sells like sparkplugs."

The sad part is people read these books and actually believe it.