See it. And yes, those are staples in her head, and staples are only the beginning. Dustin Rowles of Pajiba.com says it is “inarguably the best horror comedy since Evil Dead 2,” my personal favorite in the Evil Dead trilogy, and I think I would have to agree. Drag Me to Hell shares with it both terror and humour so well embedded within the fabric of the story that watching it is liked drinking a well mixed rye and coke…or something (I, unfortunately, have no gift for metaphor). The film drew me in so well that when Raimi played his trump card, I was totally blindsided. That doesn’t happen very often.

It was so gloriously refreshing to leave the movie theatre happy for a change instead of infuriated by the extreme levels of suckitude that have been on display lately. Of course, I still had to sit through previews for shit like The Hangover and Year One (Michael Cera, you are breaking my fucking heart, you douchebag) to get to DMTH.

P.S. Go see it, and you may want to bring your boomstick.

Teh Booxxor of Joob.

im in ur bible
screwin w/ur storeez

and a post about a lolcat computer programming language
im in ur programmz, codin in ur dialect: LOLCode and Feline Dialectology

This is getting old.

Laura Sessions Stepp, writing for WashPo, warns us that men don’t know how to be men anymore…..because of feminism. It turns out, if women don’t feel like shit all the time and actually have lives and goals of their own, men just get so confused;

“The young man who desires a particular young woman has always had to work for her affection, but years ago he knew what he was supposed to do: Ask her out, pick her up and take her home, times 10.

Today, as likely as not, there is no date. She will drive herself, meet up with him and either offer to pay for herself or insist on paying. She may bolt later, or they may land in bed the same night, but chances are he won’t have a clue why either happened.”

It sure is hard to be a man these days. What with all the competition with women at work and the having to actually work to understand them as if they are actual people, I am surprised that we are not having some kind of manhood crisis….oh wait;

“While women are preparing to run corporations, what are guys doing? Playing the new Nintendo Wii?

“In trying to empower the girls,” Sandborn says, “we implicitly sent a message that the guys were not as good. Women succeeded in creating positive new roles for themselves. What we haven’t come up with is what a positive image of a man would be.”

I am getting really tired of reading the same article over and over again. Are men really that fragile that they can’t deal when women start to achieve some measure of equality and must be coddled and told what the positive role for them is? Feminism does not mean women=good, men=bad. That kind of binary thinking gets us nowhere and it demonstrates tremendous insecurity on the part of men if they think that “yes, women are human beings of equal status to you” means they are somehow not good. I just think that most men are much better than that. And people think that feminists are the ones who hate men.

I guess Stepp gets one thing sort of right. After all the hand wringing she says this; “Maybe …it’s not swish or swagger; it’s both. Though I am not sure she means it the same way I do.

Via Feministing

I don’t watch American Idol, but this really really makes me want to scream.

Give me a fucking break. THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!! THE FATTY CHILDREN!!!! OMG!! As if that girl is even fat. She probably wears a size 12 or something. Not that that should even be relevant in a SINGING contest. Now as MeMe (I don’t even need to make a joke about that one, it’s too easy) says, we all know that AI is not just about talent, but come on. Where was she when Rubben Studdard won? This really is just about further guilting women about their inablity to conform to a prescribed ideal. Nothing matters except your size. You could be an amazing singer, but forget about a career if you buy dresses in the double digits. Role model nothing. This is about devaluing all the things women do unless they maintain a tiny figure.

Not to mention the fact that this is just plain mean.

via Feministing

This morning I have been holed up in my campus library working on a commentary on an article dealing with Timothy Findley’s novel Not Wanted On The Voyage. The class in which I have to present the material is this afternoon. I am somewhat nervous, even though the topic is not difficult. It is the overall tone of the class that worries me. Never have I felt so out of place in an English class. I feel like some kind of outsider in a group of people who have studied all kinds of literary theories and are passionate about them. I am just not passionate about ‘canon issues’ or ‘reader response theory.’ I love books, and I love to talk about what they mean, and while I have understood everything we have covered so far, I just don’t feel compelled to discuss it in any meaningful way. I suppose that is at the root of my feeling of outsider-ness. Is it wrong for me not to care about the canon of literature in English (the subject of the course)? The material I tend to gravitate to usually captures my attention because of some sort of aesthetically pleasing element (now I am staring to sound like an anti-canon version of Harold Bloom), because I feel like I can connect to some aspect of the human experience that I normally would not, or because the work seems to speak directly to my experience. I suppose the canon does inform my reading choices because it informs the choices that my professors make of what to include in their courses. However, the whole issue really just makes me want to throw up my hands and scream that I don’t care. It is relentlessly boring when all I want to do is discuss the wonderful book that we have just read.

This next paper that I have to write deals thankfully, only with the two novels we have read so far. No research is required, so I can just analyze to me hearts content. I am almost looking forward to it…if only I could motivate myself to get started.

This handy little list comes here via The Onion

1. Ridin’ the cotton pony
2. Checking into the Red Roof Inn
3. Kate Bush-ing
4. Falling to the Communists
5. A visit from Cap’n Bloodsnatch
6. Walking along the beach in soft focus
7. “Red Skelton dropped by”
8. Gettin’ down with the O.B.
9. “It’s ‘that time of the month’ where ‘I’m not at my best’ becuase ‘my vagina is bleeding’”

I think number 4 there has got to be my favorite. Nothin like blaming it on the Communists.

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Marcyfight is a 22 year old student living in British Columbia, Canada. She is an English major and loves books, films and music….and also video games. She has a kick ass husband who brings her cereal every morning and a cat named Malo who may as well be a child as he is very needy.

Marcyfight plans to become a teacher of highschool English, and maybe attend grad school when she feels like it. She is passionate about feminism, society and culture.