Woohoo! Mandos the Elusive returns to blog about Feminism 101. He didn't offer a title so here it is.
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For my contribution to the DAMMIT JANET commemorative blog party, I'm going to argue that sometimes undergoing maddening, pointless Feminism 101 discussions with people Just Asking Questions might sometimes actually do some good from time to time.
Nowadays I moved on to other things in my life, away from the quantity of Internet-argument I used to do before. But I joined DAMMIT JANET not quite at the beginning, but relatively close to it, and so I've shared a lot of the experiences of the DJ gang, and my path to it had a lot of shared stops, like rabble and Bread and Roses, at least in the latter part of my online career. But otherwise, my path to DJ was probably somewhat unexpected. I've been arguing on the internet for a long time, and I had an online presence on USENET and private NNTP forums way back before the commercial web was a thing. If you, those who are "Internet-young" enough, think women and feminism are underrepresented in Internet-arguing now, well, let's just say that the Internet today is practically a "Take Back the Night" rally compared to then. Back then, the default discussion around sex and gender issues revolved around whether, if we were going to allow abortion in the first place, men should also have the right to a "legal" abortion, meaning being allowed before any birth to make a declaration that they would not pay any support to the pregnant woman thereafter. This was in some, if not most quarters, the progressive position -- the opposing position was preoccupied by how best to punish women who had abortions without male consent.
You can imagine how things were. Actually, in most cases, abortion itself was acceptable, because these were Internet engineer-libertarians mostly, the kind who thought that they'd become Howard Roark any day now. The objection was merely the supplanting of the family "state" (a.k.a. "freedom") with the government state. I was pretty lefty back then, which was, again, even more of a challenge on the Internet than it is now, because of all the open Randroidery. But you can see what sort of things even a lefty young guy might start to get concerned about, when the main issues being discussed regarding gender came mainly from different degrees of Father's Rights Activist. (The libertarianism was happily bent to find excuses to limit women's freedom, of course, because women's freedom was deemed to require government intervention.)
Mercifully, curated web forums became a thing, and there were even a few left-progressive ones, like the storied Old Rabble, the original Rabble community when it first formed. These types of forums had a lot more women on them (going from 2% to like 20% maybe), and they even had dedicated feminism subforums. And then along came the first wave of blogs, well before DJ, and there were even blogs dedicated to women's liberation.
Man, I must have been insufferable.
I spent the bulk of this period learning that the dichotomies and conflicts about gender issues that the USENET-world had taught me were central to the issue just . . . weren't. I learned that the main, most pressing issue wasn't men's alleged impending exclusion from the comforts of family life (e.g., the establishment of a science-fictional matriarchy), but rather, the price women had to pay for the social consensus that the human family needed to revolve even around a man who was violently abusive. I learned that a variety of female-separatist fantasy, with men deliberately confined to a social periphery or bred out through genetics, was never seriously going to be enacted by any significant number of feminists, for any number of reasons, and that those fears were distracting hypotheticals from the pressing issue of real life and real human relations between genders.
And, by the time I was invited to contribute to DAMMIT JANET, I came to the understanding that bodily autonomy was the cornerstone of individual and collective liberty especially in the modern, technological world, and that no one safe from tyrannical control if the pregnant woman wasn't safe from tyrannical control.
I reached that point through a great deal of arguing with feminists, some of them even male pro-feminists further along than I, on all those web boards and the early blogosphere, chewing my way through all kinds of maddening, abstract, intellectualized hypotheticals. Not everyone was gracious about it; some forum contributors were probably rightly angry at me and some of the things I said, and of course, they themselves were hardly all perfect people with excellent character, as they themselves might have admitted. But I realize with hindsight how tedious some of those arguments must have seemed, how arrogant it was to treat all those topics as interesting intellectual hypothetical scenarios, rather than painful aspects of real life.
I do not claim to be perfectly cured of that, although I like to think I am a little more self-aware than I used to be. And at DAMMIT JANET, we built an amazing team that punched way above its weight in the overall battlefield of human rights in Canada. Indeed, I would like at the end just to make just a little bit of a case, that chewing over the arrogantly abstracted hypotheticals and repeatedly rehashing Feminism 101 concepts can actually do some good in the world, even though I know it takes a significant amount of time and energy.
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Monday, 18 November 2019
Bloggers on Blogging: Part 3
The third instalment is by my co-conspirator, deBeauxOs. (Boy, embedding a video is a lot easier than I remember.)
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_Let's do the Time Warp Again_
That would the more hip way of saying: "Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose."
Sauf...
Yesterday afternoon was spent re-reading *old* DJ! blogposts and feeling all verklempt about the writing and some of the questions we addressed.
The spark behind every blogpost was righteous and rightful outrage. Yes, I'm using the term _right_ in opposition to the notion of wrong: wrongful, wrong-headed, wrong-doing. Malfeasance and malevolence, in other words.
Fernhill and I were battle-weary veterans of decades-long campaigns to ensure that women and girls would never again face the dangers of back-alley abortions, as our foremothers did.
So we climbed back down into the trenches and deployed this nifty communication instrument called "Blogging".
The rest is history as they say. In the course of writing, first at the now-defunct _Birth Pangs_ then at our own spiffy blogsite whimsically dubbed DAMMIT JANET! (thank you Peter) about pro-choice issues, we discovered that everything is indeed connected. Thus we wrote about the Harper government's corruption and hypocrisy, Pope Maledict, global concerns, Mother Teresa, dominionism -- basically highlighting how the convergence of political and religious forces was a declaration of WAR on human rights and social justice.
Blogging provided a place and a space to write concisely or profusely, to practice rigour or abandon myself to the excesses of lampoonery.
However.. when I discovered the vicarious allure and _Wham! Bang! Boom!_ pleasures of tweeting, the depth and demands of blogging lost its appeal.
Whereas writing a blogpost is often a painstaking and laborious expression of sorrow, pain, fear and anger, tweeting provides an immediate outlet for rage.
Thus my focus and writing style adapted to this hot new medium.
If blogging was a new, democratic frontier for political and ideological explorations, we soon discovered that Twitter was nothing but _Blazing Saddles_. A quick and dirty adrenaline jolt versus substance and reflection.
I'm grateful to my co-blogger who coaxed me into the joys of blogging, then prodded me to deploy my penchant for one-line zingers by tweeting.
But dammit... I need to return to a social medium that provides the intellectual grist that twitter does not.
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_Let's do the Time Warp Again_
That would the more hip way of saying: "Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose."
Sauf...
Yesterday afternoon was spent re-reading *old* DJ! blogposts and feeling all verklempt about the writing and some of the questions we addressed.
The spark behind every blogpost was righteous and rightful outrage. Yes, I'm using the term _right_ in opposition to the notion of wrong: wrongful, wrong-headed, wrong-doing. Malfeasance and malevolence, in other words.
Fernhill and I were battle-weary veterans of decades-long campaigns to ensure that women and girls would never again face the dangers of back-alley abortions, as our foremothers did.
So we climbed back down into the trenches and deployed this nifty communication instrument called "Blogging".
The rest is history as they say. In the course of writing, first at the now-defunct _Birth Pangs_ then at our own spiffy blogsite whimsically dubbed DAMMIT JANET! (thank you Peter) about pro-choice issues, we discovered that everything is indeed connected. Thus we wrote about the Harper government's corruption and hypocrisy, Pope Maledict, global concerns, Mother Teresa, dominionism -- basically highlighting how the convergence of political and religious forces was a declaration of WAR on human rights and social justice.
Blogging provided a place and a space to write concisely or profusely, to practice rigour or abandon myself to the excesses of lampoonery.
However.. when I discovered the vicarious allure and _Wham! Bang! Boom!_ pleasures of tweeting, the depth and demands of blogging lost its appeal.
Whereas writing a blogpost is often a painstaking and laborious expression of sorrow, pain, fear and anger, tweeting provides an immediate outlet for rage.
Thus my focus and writing style adapted to this hot new medium.
If blogging was a new, democratic frontier for political and ideological explorations, we soon discovered that Twitter was nothing but _Blazing Saddles_. A quick and dirty adrenaline jolt versus substance and reflection.
I'm grateful to my co-blogger who coaxed me into the joys of blogging, then prodded me to deploy my penchant for one-line zingers by tweeting.
But dammit... I need to return to a social medium that provides the intellectual grist that twitter does not.
Sunday, 17 November 2019
Bloggers on Blogging: Part 2
This is fun!
Second in the series is by Kev and is also up at his blog Trapped in a Whirlpool. He is also known as @trapdinawrpool on Twitter.
Edited to add:
https://trappedinawhirlpool.blogspot.com/2019/11/twitter-killed-blogging-star.html?showComment=1574008135114#c2057308226075208011
Why won't Blogger let me link to some sites? Grrr. I've forgotten how to do this.
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Twitter Killed the Blogging Star
First off I want to thank the folks at DJ for all the amazing work they have done over the years you are an inspiration to many of us.
I have kept my blog open because I keep telling myself that I will start writing again but the truth is that I get all the detritus roiling around in my head out on Twitter. I also find that my writing has been infected by the shortcuts the old 140 character limit forced on us.
Also lost along the way was the motivation to do the necessary research required to write credibly on any subject. Bloggers have only one currency and that is their credibility, without that you merely end up shouting into the wind.
We were a community there for each other, correcting each other when required or adding to to our knowledge of a topic, often writing on the same issue from different perspectives. Blogging opened up my world and lifelong friendships have been forged in the process and while the same can be said of twitter the depth of the relationships forged through blogging is just not there.
In the end we were able to go from oh you're just a blogger to in many instances having the media steal our work. Many legacy media outlets eventually started calling their own opinion writers bloggers in an attempt to appropriate the culture we had established.
The blogging community broke many stories, changed the narrative on many others and added depth to the debate, in the process opening some eyes to the truth of what this world has become. In the end though change comes, twitter and facebook will wither away as well with something new replacing them but the blogging community will always be closest to my heart.
Second in the series is by Kev and is also up at his blog Trapped in a Whirlpool. He is also known as @trapdinawrpool on Twitter.
Edited to add:
https://trappedinawhirlpool.blogspot.com/2019/11/twitter-killed-blogging-star.html?showComment=1574008135114#c2057308226075208011
Why won't Blogger let me link to some sites? Grrr. I've forgotten how to do this.
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Twitter Killed the Blogging Star
First off I want to thank the folks at DJ for all the amazing work they have done over the years you are an inspiration to many of us.
I have kept my blog open because I keep telling myself that I will start writing again but the truth is that I get all the detritus roiling around in my head out on Twitter. I also find that my writing has been infected by the shortcuts the old 140 character limit forced on us.
Also lost along the way was the motivation to do the necessary research required to write credibly on any subject. Bloggers have only one currency and that is their credibility, without that you merely end up shouting into the wind.
We were a community there for each other, correcting each other when required or adding to to our knowledge of a topic, often writing on the same issue from different perspectives. Blogging opened up my world and lifelong friendships have been forged in the process and while the same can be said of twitter the depth of the relationships forged through blogging is just not there.
In the end we were able to go from oh you're just a blogger to in many instances having the media steal our work. Many legacy media outlets eventually started calling their own opinion writers bloggers in an attempt to appropriate the culture we had established.
The blogging community broke many stories, changed the narrative on many others and added depth to the debate, in the process opening some eyes to the truth of what this world has become. In the end though change comes, twitter and facebook will wither away as well with something new replacing them but the blogging community will always be closest to my heart.
Bloggers on Blogging: The All-Star Lineup
DAMMIT JANET! turns ten years old today. Well, I thought it did, until I started looking for the first blog post.
Turns out deBeauxOs and I started this site 11 years ago.
As the kids say: whatevs.
It's hard to believe now how vibrant the blogosphere was back then. First order of the day's business was to see if yesterday's post had attracted any comments overnight. Then on to check out what others were talking about.
The easiest way to find out what was happening was to go to an aggregator. DJ! was on Progressive Bloggers. (Good grief, it still exists.) We were accepted reluctantly. Admins made a point of telling us that our acceptance was "not unanimous."
Many of the blogs on our blogroll over there on the right were also on ProgBlogs. I've clicked on a few links and found that at best, they have sporadic posting, at worst they've disappeared completely. Some are just ghosts, frozen at their last offering years ago. Two that I know of are still posting regularly: Montreal Simon and Accidental Deliberations. Good on them.
So -- as it turns out on false pretenses -- to celebrate what I thought was our tenth anniversary, we invited some of our old blogger pals to reflect on the Good Old Days.™ (This is not to say they will blog on blogging. But they've been told that's what we were going to call the series, but, you know, trying to herd bloggers is futile.)
Over the rest of the month, we'll publish their contributions.
Here's the first up, by Catelli.
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On Blogging
Coincidences can be fun sometimes. Often when I am in my car, or in the shower I ruminate on topics that interest me. A recurring topic lately that I have been pondering has been on Blogging, and how I miss those days. Lo and behold, Fern reaches out to me and asks if I would be interested in sharing my musings on that topic. (Happy 10 year anniversary to the DJ group! You made it longer than most!)
A little backstory on who I am, or was. The first part of the 21st century were heady days politically. The echo of the 1995 Quebec referendum was still playing out, the Adscam scandal was exploding and we had two Conservative parties vying for attention. Throw in 9/11 and the mess that resulted from that (massive understatement here) and there was no shortage of opinions and hot takes and outrage. It was in this environment that I jumped into blogging as Closet Liberal. I was pissed at what the Liberal Party of Canada had become, and my blogging identity was a mocking reflection that the Liberal party had driven this liberal into the closet.
Time passed and I felt that identity was too constraining. I deleted that blog, and resurrected as Catelli, with a new blog “Not Quite Unhinged.” Catelli is an old nickname from high school, and the blog name was a reflection of what I felt and still feel. That our politics and our society is pushing me to being a little bit, but not quite, unhinged. Let’s just say it’s a good thing Canada doesn’t have easily accessible volcanoes to throw oneself into. That character is now hanging around as Catelli2.0 on Twitter. (https://twitter.com/Catelli2Oh)
Back then I didn’t really move in the same blogging circles as the DJ group, though I was certainly aware of them. It took Twitter to bring us all together…..
I held onto Blogging as long as I could. But one by one, all of the blogs I frequented were going silent. Their owners had jumped onto this platform called Twitter. Eventually, as an opinionated fellow that hated shouting into a vacuum of silence, I made the jump too. I tried to keep my blog alive as the best platform for long form thoughts. Twitter with its then 140 character limit and horrible threading ability was too limiting. But I noticed an odd thing. Even though I have a pretty well engaged Twitter follower list, hardly anyone read my blog posts. Even though I would promote them on Twitter, repeatedly, I would only get a few reads at most.
And that basically ended blogging for me. Twitter threads are where it’s at! Until a new platform turns Twitter into a wasteland.
But I can’t help missing those days. The conversations I had then were enlightening, fun, engaging and at times infuriating. But it truly felt like a true debating platform. That’s what it was for me. The group I engaged with didn’t argue, we debated. It’s from that perspective that I really do miss Olaf of Prairie Wrangler and John of Dymaxion World. Those two in particular challenged this centrist from the right and the left, respectively.
Do I blame Twitter for ending that though? Not really. Twitter makes it easier to keep track of conversations and interactions, which is what I was using a blog for. But I had to jump around from blog to blog to blog to monitor the comment sections. It wasn’t convenient or efficient.
I think what I truly liked about blogging is what I am starting to dislike about Twitter.
Learning new things. It’s why I joined both. To opine and to learn. It’s easy to have opinions, but learning new ideas, facts and concepts is where it really was at for me.
Back then the conversations were focused, usually on the blog topic at hand. I learned a lot, but it was trickling in, and easily digestible. Reading blogs in many ways was like reading a book. You could pause and absorb the information in. You chose the speed by which you obtained that information.
Twitter on the other hand is a firehose of information. It is 14 dozen cable news networks all at once. And if you watch a lot of cable news, you start getting depressed. The stark reality of Twitter is that it can be a real-time window onto the entire world. There is so much going on at once that I feel insignificant and ineffectual. Even the topics I care about are swamped by the issues that are piling on every day. I couldn’t even get people to read my blog, how the hell do I get enough time from people to care about what I care about? The fault doesn’t lie with Twitter, it’s just the vehicle delivering the overwhelming reality of the world right now. The Liberal International Order we all thought we were building turned out to be a fragile illusion that is collapsing worldwide. And we’re watching it live.
I don’t mean for this retrospective to be depressing. I guess it’s part of human nature that witnessing terrible things causes us to look back with rose tinted fondness at events in our past. It’s moments when you start to miss George W. Bush that make you realize, “Holy hell!? Really? That war criminal?”
If Twitter never existed and we were still on blogs, the horrible news that affects us would still be happening. Maybe I would just be able to hold onto blissful ignorance a little bit longer.
So do I miss blogging? I miss some of the people I knew. I have found so many more since then, so maybe I should just count my blessings. 187 Tweeps on Twitter is worth a few bloggers in the archive.
But yeah, I do miss the fun and the excitement of it all. It was a moment in time that I will cherish. I am glad I was there for it, and that I participated. And thanks for the memories to all that were there for it. You made it worth it.
Turns out deBeauxOs and I started this site 11 years ago.
As the kids say: whatevs.
It's hard to believe now how vibrant the blogosphere was back then. First order of the day's business was to see if yesterday's post had attracted any comments overnight. Then on to check out what others were talking about.
The easiest way to find out what was happening was to go to an aggregator. DJ! was on Progressive Bloggers. (Good grief, it still exists.) We were accepted reluctantly. Admins made a point of telling us that our acceptance was "not unanimous."
Many of the blogs on our blogroll over there on the right were also on ProgBlogs. I've clicked on a few links and found that at best, they have sporadic posting, at worst they've disappeared completely. Some are just ghosts, frozen at their last offering years ago. Two that I know of are still posting regularly: Montreal Simon and Accidental Deliberations. Good on them.
So -- as it turns out on false pretenses -- to celebrate what I thought was our tenth anniversary, we invited some of our old blogger pals to reflect on the Good Old Days.™ (This is not to say they will blog on blogging. But they've been told that's what we were going to call the series, but, you know, trying to herd bloggers is futile.)
Over the rest of the month, we'll publish their contributions.
Here's the first up, by Catelli.
*****************************
On Blogging
Coincidences can be fun sometimes. Often when I am in my car, or in the shower I ruminate on topics that interest me. A recurring topic lately that I have been pondering has been on Blogging, and how I miss those days. Lo and behold, Fern reaches out to me and asks if I would be interested in sharing my musings on that topic. (Happy 10 year anniversary to the DJ group! You made it longer than most!)
A little backstory on who I am, or was. The first part of the 21st century were heady days politically. The echo of the 1995 Quebec referendum was still playing out, the Adscam scandal was exploding and we had two Conservative parties vying for attention. Throw in 9/11 and the mess that resulted from that (massive understatement here) and there was no shortage of opinions and hot takes and outrage. It was in this environment that I jumped into blogging as Closet Liberal. I was pissed at what the Liberal Party of Canada had become, and my blogging identity was a mocking reflection that the Liberal party had driven this liberal into the closet.
Time passed and I felt that identity was too constraining. I deleted that blog, and resurrected as Catelli, with a new blog “Not Quite Unhinged.” Catelli is an old nickname from high school, and the blog name was a reflection of what I felt and still feel. That our politics and our society is pushing me to being a little bit, but not quite, unhinged. Let’s just say it’s a good thing Canada doesn’t have easily accessible volcanoes to throw oneself into. That character is now hanging around as Catelli2.0 on Twitter. (https://twitter.com/Catelli2Oh)
Back then I didn’t really move in the same blogging circles as the DJ group, though I was certainly aware of them. It took Twitter to bring us all together…..
I held onto Blogging as long as I could. But one by one, all of the blogs I frequented were going silent. Their owners had jumped onto this platform called Twitter. Eventually, as an opinionated fellow that hated shouting into a vacuum of silence, I made the jump too. I tried to keep my blog alive as the best platform for long form thoughts. Twitter with its then 140 character limit and horrible threading ability was too limiting. But I noticed an odd thing. Even though I have a pretty well engaged Twitter follower list, hardly anyone read my blog posts. Even though I would promote them on Twitter, repeatedly, I would only get a few reads at most.
And that basically ended blogging for me. Twitter threads are where it’s at! Until a new platform turns Twitter into a wasteland.
But I can’t help missing those days. The conversations I had then were enlightening, fun, engaging and at times infuriating. But it truly felt like a true debating platform. That’s what it was for me. The group I engaged with didn’t argue, we debated. It’s from that perspective that I really do miss Olaf of Prairie Wrangler and John of Dymaxion World. Those two in particular challenged this centrist from the right and the left, respectively.
Do I blame Twitter for ending that though? Not really. Twitter makes it easier to keep track of conversations and interactions, which is what I was using a blog for. But I had to jump around from blog to blog to blog to monitor the comment sections. It wasn’t convenient or efficient.
I think what I truly liked about blogging is what I am starting to dislike about Twitter.
Learning new things. It’s why I joined both. To opine and to learn. It’s easy to have opinions, but learning new ideas, facts and concepts is where it really was at for me.
Back then the conversations were focused, usually on the blog topic at hand. I learned a lot, but it was trickling in, and easily digestible. Reading blogs in many ways was like reading a book. You could pause and absorb the information in. You chose the speed by which you obtained that information.
Twitter on the other hand is a firehose of information. It is 14 dozen cable news networks all at once. And if you watch a lot of cable news, you start getting depressed. The stark reality of Twitter is that it can be a real-time window onto the entire world. There is so much going on at once that I feel insignificant and ineffectual. Even the topics I care about are swamped by the issues that are piling on every day. I couldn’t even get people to read my blog, how the hell do I get enough time from people to care about what I care about? The fault doesn’t lie with Twitter, it’s just the vehicle delivering the overwhelming reality of the world right now. The Liberal International Order we all thought we were building turned out to be a fragile illusion that is collapsing worldwide. And we’re watching it live.
I don’t mean for this retrospective to be depressing. I guess it’s part of human nature that witnessing terrible things causes us to look back with rose tinted fondness at events in our past. It’s moments when you start to miss George W. Bush that make you realize, “Holy hell!? Really? That war criminal?”
If Twitter never existed and we were still on blogs, the horrible news that affects us would still be happening. Maybe I would just be able to hold onto blissful ignorance a little bit longer.
So do I miss blogging? I miss some of the people I knew. I have found so many more since then, so maybe I should just count my blessings. 187 Tweeps on Twitter is worth a few bloggers in the archive.
But yeah, I do miss the fun and the excitement of it all. It was a moment in time that I will cherish. I am glad I was there for it, and that I participated. And thanks for the memories to all that were there for it. You made it worth it.
Saturday, 22 November 2014
Happy, happy!
To everyone who makes DAMMIT JANET! such a slice, but especially for my co-blogger and co-founder of this here joint, fernhilldammit:
Happy birthday to us, toots!
That by the way is the sans-pareille Betty Bonifassi. You can hear and see her here, too.
Happy birthday to us, toots!
That by the way is the sans-pareille Betty Bonifassi. You can hear and see her here, too.
Sunday, 17 November 2013
Pop icons...
Five hilarious years, blogging with my virtual roomie fern hill. Time flies when you're having fun deriding venal right wing nut jobs, fundamentalist religious zealots, and vapid political ideologues of all stripe. The video above captures something of the flavour of our dynamic interaction, I think. Happy Birthday to DAMMIT JANET!
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Let's do 'The Time Warp' again
One year ago, DAMMIT JANET! was launched and, as dBO reminds us in her
anniversary post earlier today, she led off with a confession related to the name of the blog.
My inaugural post consisted of the lyrics of the song after which we named this little blog-thingy.
Well, now I'm ready to make a confession of my own.
When DJ! was proposed as a name, all I knew of the phrase was that it was in pretty common use. I did not know it came from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Because I am probably the last person in the western world NOT to have seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Way back, when it became a cult hit, some of my friends -- and one very annoying one in particular -- were in the van of the avant garde. They'd do the whole toast-and-costumes bit and head off to midnight screenings.
Worse, at the drop of a hat, they'd sing the songs, recite the dialogue, and generally rhapsodize about what sounded pretty damn dumb to me.
So, natch, the more they bugged me to come with them, the more I dug my heels in.
Besides, why bother when I could have an impromptu, albeit amateur, performance of it any time I liked?
Let's jump in the time machine and fast-forward to a year-and-a-bit ago, shall we?
The name was proposed, your humble scribe here liked the sound of it, completely forgetting where it came from, and so it came to pass that I'm contributing to a blog commemorating and celebrating a cult classic movie that I've never seen.
Is that irony? Or simply comeuppance?
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