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Hello beautiful Teletypewriter readers! I’m writing upon my return from the 47th Annual meeting of the Society of Phenomenology and Existential Philosophy. I always love going to these events — of course there are excellent papers and discussion, but it’s also cool to hang out with a bunch of really nerdy people (I’m no exception!). It’s interesting to look around and see folks of all different ages and stages in their careers and, yet, we all sort of look as though we belong in this particular group. This fact was made very obvious when, on the first night of the conference, a bunch of quasi-rabid hockey fans showed up for an event at the hotel.
There was a moment during a Q&A on a panel about identity that haunted me for the rest of the conference and I’d like to write about that now. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s been a slow week here at Teletypewriter as Mr. Drinkwater and I have been consuming various medias faster than we can report on them. We also consumed an unusual amount of apple pie whilst pondering my strange preoccupation with Sarah Palin. Read the rest of this entry »
For some of you, this may come as old news. But for those of you who haven’t done a thorough google search of our favorite beauty queen lately, now hear this: allegedly, this pit bull hockey mom has her lipstick tattooed on. I guess compulsively reproducing, threatening women’s rights, and conducting business e-mail out of a Yahoo account all while pretending to be a feminist leaves very little time for lipstick application. It’s okay, Sarah, I understand. My real worry for you is that you’ll never be able to experience the joys of M.A.C. Lip Glass like the rest of us.
Anyway, the full “story” is here.
I suppose the real question is…should we care? Well, of course we should! You see, the internet is in the middle of a very important decision: is Sarah Palin a “milf,” a “vpilf,” a heartbeat away from being a “pilf,” or all three? In my opinion, this is breathtakingly milfy and I know milfy aesthetic when I see it, gosh darrnit you betcha!
