Gender

Okay so it's no lie. I've been sitting here reading advice blogs for about two days.

I feel much better for it. But I also feel sad because all these blogs are geared towards women.

I know I know, there are advice columns for men out there too, which I don't read, and maybe they give amazing advice about coming through sorrow, and living a life that is true to your values. Right next to reviews of the latest first-person shooter and a picture of a young woman wearing peacock feathers where her clothes should be.

Kiki Kannibal has basically been sexually harassed and terrorized on the internet for the past 5 years, since she was 13 years old.

Not to riddle this post with spoilers or anything, but the latest installment of Big Love is a doozy.

Bill Hendrickson, hot on the trail of a senate seat manages to completely screw his best friend Don Embry: Asking his staunchest ally to admit to polygamy, then health insurance fraud, and if that weren't enough, to then resign from the company he helped found. All to support Bill's bid for senate.

If that weren't enough, 5 seconds later Bill is giving his eldest son Ben the heave-ho and away you go. Why? For that ancient, extended family faux-pas' - making eyes at Marjean, the youngest of Bill's three wives, and it ought to be mentioned, Ben's erstwhile babysitter.

My head's just reeling at all the back-stabbing and treachery, reeling so much that I got to thinking about a similar alpha male TV bad-ass - the stylish but no less leonine or gynastically prolific, Don Draper.

What is it about capital M Men on TV these days. They are completely fucked up. Their self-awareness, emotional intelligence, respect for others, personal ethics. All seem prey to a boundless need to conquer.

So essentially, the blogosphere (recently a barren and lonely sphere indeed) has been buzzing like it's 2004 because clay shirky wrote a 'rant' about 'women' where he essentially...

(ahem, and when I say essentially I mean okay I skimmed because I find it irritating when people write stupid hella long blog posts that they don't bother to edit. It irritated me in 2004 and it irritates me even more now that I have managed to starve my attention span down to 144 characters in the service of finding reputable, readable journalism)

Anyways, Shirky is plus ou moin arguing that women don't put themselves forwards enough, and that's why there are more pundits like him, and fewer shrill gadflys with vaginas like me in the upper firmament of whatever, you name it, the government, NASA, the CIA, management at Walmart, elite terror cells in the middle of the Afghan dessert.