Twitter: status is public (mostly), permalinked, searchable, published.
Facebook: status is filtered/private(-ish), ephemeral, not indexed (?), performed.
Tumblr: ?
Boffery: ???
Status of status
[t]he status update as the primary user experience.
It’s not really this ominous, it’s just my clutter
What do women want:
“Women’s sexual needs are not a scientific mystery. Want to increase female libido? Put down the pharmaceuticals and free our minds with equal pay, affordable child care and equitable distribution of household responsibilities. Wondering why women gravitate toward sexually passive roles? The answer has far less to do with evolution than with the ways women are shamed for expressing aggressive desire and with the pervasive idea that women who pursue their own satisfaction are asking to be raped.What this woman wants is an end to tired clichés dressed up as science and the beginning of a world in which women are treated as individuals, each of whom may or may not be turned on by intimacy, back-alley ravishment or any number of things; a world in which anyone wondering what a woman wants knows that the best thing to do is just ask her.”
— Reader response to NYT magazine article “What Women Want” from a few weeks back (via anthropophagous)
(@ W 22nd, Chelsea, via forwardretreat)
I can post cat photos by the way because I did more today than I can ever explain.
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This was so good I started a new tumblr for it. Seriously: and it’s called sadcatinreallife:
Agnes had some problems with her butt so the staff at Mission Pet Hospital gave her some stinky ointment and this sweet space collar. I keep running up to her yelling, “Your Majesty, the rebels have blasted through our ion shields!”
(via mariadiaz, via meganallison)
[I]t’s one reason why the only phrase more laughable than “journalism” is “sex journalism.
Let me take your hand, I’m shaking like milk (stillframe webcam chic!)
