Friday, January 04, 2008
That’s no lady.
In a sure sign that the Apocalypse can’t be far off, Five Feet of Crazy™ has written an e-book called Acoustic Ladyland: Kathy Shaidle Unplugged (yeah, I have no fucking clue what that means, either).
This, of course, brings new meaning to the phrase “not worth the paper it’s written on”.
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"Read about...the day I (voluntarily) stuck a lit candle in my ear."
Mmmmmmm...that's not exactly the object a lot of people have in mind. Nor the location.
Wouldn't "unhinged" be more appropriate?
From the thrilling Preview:
From Carrie to The Craft, modern young woman seem irresistibly drawn to witchcraft —
what my booklet called Wicca. Powerless over mysterious changes within and daunting
events from without, teenaged girls can be forgiven for wanting to build some secret
mystical “muscle.”
Beats bulimia.
My little red book's references to Wicca hinted at an exotic community thriving
somewhere beyond my pokey hometown. When I did move to the big city — having all
but forgotten my childish dabblings — I met up with witches all right, but not the
friendly, ethereal Bond-Girls-with-wands I'd imagined.
The year was 1987. My then-housemate, the vegan lesbian stripper/art student, was off to
protest the new Witches of Eastwick film as defamatory.
Now, I marched against cruise missiles and CIA mischief every other weekend, but
drew the line at picketing Cher.
Especially when my housemate's comrades arrived to pick her up: brittle, frizzy English
majors given to squatting, scab-scratching and other “natural woman” affectations,
swathed in the long hair and longer dresses commonly worn by the wives of cult leaders.
Can't you just feel the love?
"Written a book..."
You mean, paid a fee to a digital vanity press to recycle her personal selection of her favourite stool samples?
Ah. That's what you meant.
I think Kathy Shaidle Unplugged is a great idea.
You know, in the Do Not Resucitate sense.
That is what I meant - I was just trying to be polite.
I thought of something else when I read unplugged, but frankly, I'm far, far too gentlemanly to say exactly what.
I think I had the same thought. Something to do with five feet of not gettin' any.
I wish she would just unplug her fucking computer and givethe rest of the world a much needed break.
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