The links, they keep coming…
Report from BlogHer, part one.
Yes, I find the whole “purity ball” thing to be unbelievably creepy. What I expect of my daughters is that they will make responsible, informed decisions about their sex lives when the time is right for them to do so. What I expect of myself and of Tiffany is that we will give them the tools and guidance they’ll need to be able to make those decisions for themselves.
I know Netroots Nation is, like, so last week and all but Racymind’s liveblog of a panel on rebuilding New Orleans is worth your time.
I actually do remember when we landed on the moon. Seeing pictures of it on the TV when I was 3 years old is my first conscious memory. I hope we have a huge celebration next year to mark the 40th anniversary.
Sometimes, it’s just as well that some people don’t vote.
The distinguished gentleman. And how that scene should have played out.
Pete debuts on Hair Balls.
The Worst Movie Scenes of All Time (via).
The Nirvana Nevermind baby, 17 years later. 17 years? Gads, I’m old. Via jimthompson on Twitter.
Four mistakes that killed the record industry before file sharing.
An open letter to John McCain from the rest of the world.
Three words: Cow poop power. No, seriously. Via HMNS.
What I expect of my daughters is that they will make responsible, informed decisions about their sex lives when the time is right for them to do so. What I expect of myself and of Tiffany is that we will give them the tools and guidance they’ll need to be able to make those decisions for themselves.
Bless you.
Although judging from the blowback that I got when I suggested that people limit the cultural impact on their children of television by turning off the television, I suspect it’s not a popular tack to take.