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Ehren awarded me the red vadge of courage for my latest publication, a round-up of scary movie vaginas in NY Mag’s Vulture blog. Thrill yourself here:

10 Movie Vaginas Even Scarier than the One in Teeth

In the lower-profile, feminist blogosphere, a short book review re: workplace inclusivity:

Recruiting and Retaining a Diverse Workforce: New Rules for a New Generation

Last week I finished up my treatise on fembots, so when spring cracks open in a few months, I’ll be back in the feature pages of Bitch.

These are the lives: a day spent passing in the business management world with a tote full of process powerpoints, a day spent crafting prose about vagina dentata. I’d prefer more of the latter and less of the former but together, they make for one good, happy winter soul right now.

E. and I walked to 260 Cumberland today to see the apartment building in which Marianne Moore lived for over thirty years.  We snuck in behind a take-out delivery guy and rode the elevator, marveled with the knowledge that both of us live just a few blocks away.  There’s a plaque on the building, noting it as a historical landmark, with a quote from Moore:

“Brooklyn has given me pleasure, has helped educate me; has afforded me, in fact, the kind of tame excitement on which I thrive.”

Winter sets in and I feel like being at home.  Always always.  I’ve started a minor love affair with Veronica Mars.  For my birthday, I received poetry, a Firefly action figure, a package of love from Colorado Springs and a ladybug mouse.  The other Brooklyn E. surprised me with a trip to Connecticut for dinner at Paul Newman’s restaurant.  This is the strange wonder of NY geography to a Western girl: taking a one-hour train ride to another state for dinner.  Kisses in two states in one night.

On my Sunday birthday, there were people in strange clown costumes performing a dance to The Sound of Music in Williamsburg. (Of course, of course.)  A week later, I popped up from a train in Grand Central to the sight of subway breakdancers.  I throw my hands into the air and love New York, all the more.

“In the face of impossible odds, people who love this country can change it.” – Barack Obama, January 3, 2008

I think that hope is the single greatest feeling that so many of us have been  scared to feel for about 7 years now.

It’s time to feel it again.