Well, my remarks here and elsewhere about the proposed Friends of Lulu fund seem to have ruffled a few feathers. But I stand by them - a 501(c)3 corporation has a legal obligation to its members and to the public to display transparency in all monetary matters (past and present) and, based on my personal experience, I retain the right to be skeptical for the time being, while at the same time sincerely hoping that the idea of the fund (which is a worthy and much-needed one) morphs into a smoothly-working reality. [Oh, and while I think it's brave of any woman to come forward and relate a traumatic experience such as Taki Soma describes, having a double-x chromosome does not impart to me any special knowledge about her incident that I didn't already discuss and encourage others to publicize back in January when she was still anonymous. And some shift definitely needs to take place to change a system in which a man can get away with harassing or assaulting a woman and then, even if his victim comes forward, if his identity is made public he can add insult to injury and sue for defamation... but I haven't a clue as to how that system can change. But I digress.] Might as well go for broke, then. Here's a very scatalogical look at superheroes in the bathroom. Blame Ann Bartow. We may not have a terribly active comments section (reflective, no doubt, of my frequent lack of hyper-activity on this blog) but we few sure are rabble-rousers, aren't we?
And with that...
...I'm outta here!
And with that...
...I'm outta here!
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