Drunken Marxist emails are almost always funny.

One of the editors of Jezebel received this hilarious email from her drunken sister, who went to see the Sex and the City movie last night: "Or, as Marx would say, the conditions that produced the world of the Sex and the City film would never have been brought into existence."

I've been thinking alot about SATC lately, not because I like it exactly, but more because it was this weird cultural moment that seemed so over and now seems so back. Plus I'm obsessed with things that are about women, especially things like SATC, which is about women in such a brilliantly fictional way. However I'm going to see it tomorrow so I might as well save my (undoubtedly brilliant) insights until then.

Blah blah blah, cataloguing research articles. I feel kind of like I've already died (presumably from some kind of bacterial infection in my perpetually-sore throat) and I'm in hell, except I didn't notice. My real life blurred with hell so inconspicuously that it was invisible. Oh, and it's air-conditioned, unexpectedly. Itinerant librarian discovers hell air-conditioned! Read all about it!

I need a juice box.

It's pretty much guaranteed that on an at-least daily basis, Jezebel will link to something that will make me so angry I'll be telling people about it for weeks afterward. Today it's this article in the Telegraph which asserts that modern men feel emasculated. Some of the symptoms of their malaise: They are expected to be "waxed and coiffed metrosexuals", their wives are working (and probably can't therefore pay as much attention to them as they would like), their wives and girlfriends are bossy, political correctness gets in the way of them expressing themselves, and, uh, they can't be as much like Winston Churchill as they might like. So, to sum up (and as the Jezebel commenters very wisely pointed out): They are dealing with exactly the same crap women have dealt with FOREVER. (Well, except for the Churchill thing. I have no idea what that's all about.) And they are finding it FRUSTRATING. Boo-freaking-hoo.

Last week, by the way, the article that had me fuming was this one, from GQ, a list of the top 25 "whipped" celebrity men. The offensive list includes Marc Anthony (he opened for J. Lo! Doesn't he know the main performer should always be the HUSBAND??), Tim Burton (he puts his partner in all his movies)! and BILL GATES (his wife apparently made him into a humanitarian and philanthropist, instead of the [sarcastically] awesome Mr. Burns-style capitalist man's man he used to be!)

Grrrr. Now I'm mad about it AGAIN.

More links, I'm boring

I also heart Amelie Gillette, who writes for the Onion AV Club. So much sass! She offers up her suggestion for Esquire's 10 Things You Don't Know About Women feature.

I like all of them but especially #8: "The sexiest thing a man can do is be Patrick Dempsey. Seriously. He's, like, our favorite!"