If I had one quarter the tenacity of a flea I would have written five books by now. The flea battle continues on the home front as doggie, despite trip to the groomer and really obnoxious use of water washing everything, still has fleas. Those fuckers really want to live. Anyway, I’m brain dead this eve due to overconsumption of sake yesterday with the husband so I direct you to this really fabulous Charlie Glickman post: If Gail Dines Would Stop Shaming People Maybe Folks Would Listen. He makes some great points about stereotypes in porn.
Off to beat fleas black and blue. Any tips, world at large?