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Sarah Palin, Feminist?I heard something on the radio the other day that really got me thinking. The station, a news organization that some years ago went under new management and is now like a Canadian version of Fox News, was talking about feminism. Oh, no, a Fox-like station talking about feminism? Yeah, I know, right.
So the commentator argued that women like Sarah Palin and Michelle Bachman were the "true" feminists, whereas self-proclaimed feminists like Margaret Atwood were wasting their time in a pseudo-progressive hippie colony of the mind. My first reaction was, of course, to shake my fist at the radio and tell the commentator to take a hike, but after thinking it over, I came to realize... he's right. Partially.
The argument goes that, if feminism is really about equal rights for the sexes, then isn't the most feminist thing in the world when a woman can be strong in her convictions and become powerful in living her beliefs? In othe
Hakuna KedavraVoldemort and Snape apparate into the Great Hall. It's mostly dark there, except the Lumos command is still active on Snape's wand. He holds it up like a torch.
Snape: Hey, I thought we couldn't apparate here.
Voldemort: Silence! We have to reveal our plot to the audience.
Snape: All those kids, you mean?
[Snape holds up his wand, revealing the ceiling is covered in Hufflepuff first years, hanging like bats. One is wearing a bat costume and googly eyes.]
Voldemort: What's it matter if they hear how we're going to kill Harry Potter? They're going to die in the next scene anyway.
[The kids gasp]
Voldemort: Or now. Avada Kedavra.
[He fires a bolt at the ceiling, knocking down the kid with the googly eyes. The spirals on his eyes turn to Xs.]
Snape: Oh... I see you mean business.
Snape: Avada Kedavra. [Snape aims in a random direction. A kid falls screaming from the
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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