When I was growing up, my dad and I weren't in touch. He had troubles with alcoholism, and my mom had such a habit of picking alcoholics that I didn't want anything to do with any of them - ever.
I can't stop watching this video. A young Palestinian wedding singer, who grew up in adverse conditions in the Gaza Strip, makes it big on Arab Idol. The set of pipes on this young man is absolutely incredible, and I can't wait to buy his album when it comes out.
The Wisconsin Senate passed a mandatory ultrasound bill, which is poised to become law when it hits Walker's desk. Jezebel seems oddly quiet on this. Is it outrage fatigue? Is it a lack of people to write about it?
I've been a Gawker network reader for a year or two. My first burner account was during the Violentacrez debacle on Gawker. I chose three words, semi-randomly, for my burner name. I had three separate burner accounts, one for each computer I used regularly. After a while I got tired of juggling the burners, and made a…
When I was seven years old, my mother and I fled from Vancouver to the Midwest. We were escaping the murderous intent of her abusive alcoholic boyfriend, who had drunkenly crashed my birthday party and who had threatened to kill us if my mother kicked him out.