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San Diego women who have converted to Islam
This story, sadly, never seemed to get below the surface. I am amazed the writer did not ask the most simple, obvious question to the women she spent time with: "How do you feel about following ancient religious rules that were written entirely by men, for the benifit of men, and to ensure that women are treated as less than human?" Also, full covering one's face, or even partially, robs you of your most human trait, expressiveness. Why women willingly keep themselves in servitude like this is fairly clear: fear.— September 12, 2010 12:16 p.m.
Nothing normal about Normal Heights
What on earth did I start? The dog I ran across -- off a leash and escaped from its yard, and glaringly un-neutered -- would've struck almost ANYone with a fright. My dog, I fully admit, was hyper to start with, but she was also a SHE. And unfixed male dogs, I'm sorry, especially dogs larger than she was, and not with their owner, please, it's not exactly a recipe for canine peace and harmony. I love dogs, I have no beef with any specific breed, but simply with any dog whose owner feels neither the need to neuter them nor responsibly secure them in their yard/home. I think that dog's owner mistook his pit's giant testicles for his own missing ones. Sigh. For what's it's worth, this piece got me started on a longer memoir about my early years living in Normal Heights, which I blog about in a NH neighborhood blog entitled "The Abnormal Width of Normal Heights," which was the original title of this cover piece. Take a look, if you like. Peace.— May 14, 2010 11:45 a.m.
The (Not So) Early Daze, part 11
I was just kvetching about Hollywood, I really have no grudge about the new movie. Though all true, it was more of a bit, now that I re-read it. As for the child, it's all an unknown. We know what we can at this point, talk to everyone we can, and keep trying. Peace.— April 16, 2010 5:54 p.m.
The Early Daze, part 10
So nice to hear sometimes. TY.— April 7, 2010 8:29 p.m.
The Early Daze, part 7
You are too kind, Cuddle. Thank you.— March 10, 2010 6:21 p.m.
Sometimes, You Can Go Home Again
Great piece. We had a murder in our extended family when I was in my teens, and in reading your story I could physically feel the weight of that moment again, so many years later.— March 2, 2010 11:53 a.m.
The Early Daze, part 4
SDDaniels, I can add nothing more to the love-sac. Its moniker is more than enough. And we get the same auto messages, except electro-butch lady says "Steven Mardo". I think it's aliens re-calibrating the probes they've inserted in our bodies. Thanks for all your props. And Cuddle, and Jay, and all who are reading. I don't know how long I'll keep posting this memoir publicly, but you never know. Peace, y'all.— February 26, 2010 10:34 a.m.
The Early Daze, part 2
SDDANIELS, Thanks for the interesting typo catch. I indeed meant to write "heel". CUDDLE, Thank you. Glad you're enjoying it.— February 17, 2010 10:20 p.m.