Wednesday, October 27, 2004

I've been sick, pretty much on an off for the past couple weeks. The last few days have been particularly bad, with some fever, slight congestion and sore throat, although I did not experience any fully-blown flu symptoms. In other words, I've just been feeling like crap.
On Saturday, while Adam was losing money at a friendly poker game, my friend Noelle and I watched "Kissing Jessica Stein", which she had seen and loved many times before. I met Noelle on Nerve a couple months ago. She is incredibly bright and has a pleasant, sexy way of carrying herself. She is fairly Sex and the City-ish, actually: accomplished, successful, independent, believing that most men are obnoxious and interchangeable and that women are much better -- without being a lesbian. The movie was cutesy and fun (and the Salon review I linked to does a pretty good job of pointing out pluses and minuses). I appreciated the message: go out there and explore your sexuality; even if you find that you really are as straight-laced as you think, the exploration itself will do you good. But I didn't appreciate the implicit commentary on men, seen as freaks or assholes that you end up having to love anyway because they're there and they're kinda cute and you're straight.
Women have to get over feeling superior to men just because they cannot understand them. I think that, because men don't have periods and are, historically speaking, the "intellectual sex", women expect them to behave rationally at all times. When they fail to do so (which they inevitably do, because they are human beings endowed with penises), they are bumped down to the status of animals in the eyes of women. Unfair? Certainly, especially since men don't seem to expect women to act rationally at all times, and tend not to think lowly of them when they throw menstrual hissy fits. Let's face it. Objectively speaking, there is not much of a difference between a man neglecting to shop for groceries because he has lost track of time in a strip club (for when the penis stands, the head gets buried in the ground) and a woman neglecting to shop for groceries because she is feeling moody because of her period (for when the uterus bleeds, the head gets buried in the ground).

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Perhaps I should write more about unlikely nasty and raunchy topics, for that seems to be what the public wants. The last 5 searches that brought visitors to the Illy Funpack were: "public masturbators" (an old-time favorite), "gum shields", "Hialeah porn", "aroused vagina" and "sounds coming from my parents' bedroom". Google only lists three websites that contain the latter phrase.

I am so happy about the Red Sox going to the World Series! If I weren't suffering from a mild form of flu I would write more -- but hope to follow up tomorrow.

Sunday, October 17, 2004

Last Thursday I went to the Opera and thought it was silly. I am taking an Arts class which has a lot of co-curricular requirements, such as going to the Opera, to ballet recitals, museums, etc. -- which is an infinitely cool concept.
The Opera, however, was silly. I saw Verdi's "Rigoletto" -- fairly cheesy plot, some funny moments, some drama and some unjustifiably loud singing. If I had seen the same opera some 150 years ago, however, I would have been blown away, I am sure. But this is 2004. We have microphones and amplifiers. We don't need to watch plump menopausal women play nubile daughter roles just because they are the only ones with the voices to sing the part. That's just silly.

Friday, October 08, 2004

Also, is anybody else irritated by the buzz surrounding the presidential debates? I mean, are there people who care about the debates? Seriously?

I have spent a pleasant day going to the gym and doing laundry, and now I feel comfortably fried. Just wanted to mention that I was tickled by the fact that Shtreimel was intrigued by my blog's title. Hassidic blogs -- he links to a few -- are pretty damn interesting.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

I am back from Miami, where I spent a weekend doing such fun stuff as eating in sukkas, going through the drawers of Adam's deceased father (they're going to sell the house to a Hasid who will cosmetize it and then sell it to a filthy rich Orthodox family who believes in living modestly), taking cold showers and gawking at saucy Rabbis' daughters.
I'm happy to see that my tales of (planned-for) conjugal depravity have brought more people to the blog. As I'm sure Paris Hilton realized, the frank admission of sexual enjoyment is a girl's best friend!