BARBARA'S TCHATZKAHS

A must read in a series from Echidne of the Snakes' blog : ...Oh, With Gals, Too, Naturally. This is the second post in my series about the very simple and basic reasons why I became a feminist and why I still see lots of work for feminism. You can read the first post here. There will be more posts and they are not in any particular ranking by value of importance. This series differs from my usual writing style. I'm trying to let the immediate response come through and to use other parts of my mind and memory more than the analytical machine I mostly employ. I'm trying to view this planet from the outside, to ask questions about the taste of the water we drink and the color of the air we breathe. This is hard to do, because each and everyone of us is immersed in the systems in which we live and we don't see them as systems. Please remember that, especially if you start feeling that I'm accusing individual men or women of what I discuss here. Let us begin by looking ...

I was out of town for a while recently taking a needed break with my kids. We went into a local Target and passed by the books section. I have a couple little voracious readers (like Mom!) on my hands, so we all took a look for reading material. I saw no less than 3 (three) books for Young Readers on Barack Obama. All about the Obamessiah and how wonderful, hopeful, change-worthy and perfect the Obaminator-Who-Will-Save-Us-All is! NOWHERE (and I looked) NOWHERE did I see any books about John McCain (not even McCain's book!) in any area of the book sales or any books by or about Hillary Clinton. None. Nada. Zip. I was in a hurry but I did fire off a letter to the manager of this Target when I got home. I am still infuriated that Obamanite's brainwashing, cult tactics have extended to our children... non-voting age kids. Nowhere was McCain's military experience and heroism seen nor where any girls shown they can do & be whatever they want by just the mere presence ...

FINALLY! SOMEONE STOPS THE SPREAD OF CAPPUCCINOISM O.K. I love Starbucks. I don't lie, so there. I said it. Their frappuccinos on a hot day in August are like manna in the Baked Apple. Sure, some mornings after getting my kids to school - I get a latte or cappucino to get myself going... oh yeah, and a biscotti. I know... I have a terrible coffee addiction. I've been like this since undergrad school. I am working on it. Really. But Starbucks is spreading like fungus. It's everywhere. In the capitol of British Columbia there's a cross-street with a Starbucks on every corner. In London, where tea is king, Starbucks and Burger King were just about everywhere. There's one parked inside my local Target store. Branding? Yes. World Domination? No. However, there are some places Starbucks just should not be. And the Imperial Palace was probably one of them. Starbucks finds Imperial Palace a forbidding market A controversial Starbucks coffee shop in the Forbidde...