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Weekend Roundup / Open Thread

Will 30 Rock's prescience ever end?! I think not. READ MORE

Books You Might Like Because Some People on Twitter Thought I'd Like Them

Yesterday, Haley had sent me to the library since I've never read any Zadie Smith (I know!! I know!!!!!!!!). I asked Twitter for some additional recommendations, and they gave me more stuff than I could read in a lifetime, so I wanted to share it with you: These Are the Books that My Twitter Followers Think You Should Read. You'll Never Guess What Comes Next. (Books.) READ MORE

“We do solemnly declare that marriage is a covenant between a man and a woman who agree to live together as husband and wife for so long as they both may live. We have chosen each other carefully and disclosed to one another everything which could adversely affect the decision to enter this marriage. We have received premarital counseling on the nature, purposes, and responsibilities of marriage. We have read the Covenant Marriage Act, and we understand that a Covenant Marriage is for life. If we experience marital difficulties, we commit ourselves to take all reasonable efforts to preserve our marriage, including marital counseling. READ MORE

A Conversation Amongst Me, Ludacris, and Robert Louis Stevenson About Christmas

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Remember This?

Sorry, Mariah Carey; Christmas doesn't really start until someone says "Remember this?" and posts a link to Stephen Colbert's actually-very-brilliant "Another Christmas Song," which I don't think anyone has done yet, so: you're welcome, and aren't you so glad I'm around? (For some reason, I can't find the real video of the song anywhere, so we will have to settle for this janky slideshow instead.) READ MORE

The Racial Reckoning of a Child

Like so many African-American parents, I had rehearsed “the talk,” that nausea-inducing discussion I needed to have with my son about how to conduct himself in the presence of the police. I was prepared for his questions, except for one. READ MORE

Sisters, Ranked

We are five: always, five, the five of us, the group of us, the lot. "You guys," "the girls," "the sisters." Once, when I was young, someone asked me how many sisters I had and I answered, quickly, without giving it a thought, "five," as if I couldn't extricate myself from the larger being, the group, that we made up. I was one of them and they were one of me. READ MORE

Just Some Things I'm Really Excited About Right Now?!

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Weekend Roundup / A Haley Mlotek Appreciation Post

Did things feel a little different around here today?! They should've, because, for the first time, I was running the site by myself (aka Haley set everything up in advance and triple checked every post and probably refreshed the site constantly on her cellular phone) because Haley is getting MARRIED TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love Haley and I loooooove weddings, so this is the happiest weekend roundup of my life, though I am sure Haley (and Daniel, her fiancé, pictured) is pretty happy too. READ MORE

Our Cups Runneth Over

The women the champagne coupe origin stories are ascribed to are themselves tied together with certain common threads. They all were lovers of powerful men, and primarily defined by those associations. Portraits show their breasts as uniformly small, round, and lily-white; their intricate corsetry and aristocratic toilette likely kept their décolletage supple and firm, looking ornamental and smelling sweet. As with most rumors, the speculation about these women's roles as drinking-vessel models (which was rampant—an English-language account of Madame du Barry's journals published in her lifetime mentions that the rumor "profoundly scandalized the palace's residents and regular visitors") wasn't merely innocuous chatter from spiteful ladies-in-waiting and scornful subjects. Rather, it was—and still is—a way to assert that these women of stature never become anything more than their bodies. Whether in a dishy rumor or a revered myth, the story of the breast-based coupe still serves as a way to keep women under glass.

Did you know about the rumor that the champagne coupe is modeled after one of Marie Antoinette's breasts? Claire Carusillo on Eater has a riveting history about women's bodies and how they've apparently inspired our drinking vessels— breast milk has always had some sort of mystic power ascribed to it, so while the jump to drinking from breasts to drinking from a glass shaped like a breast is a little strange, it is pretty logical. Accordingly, the overwhelming and obvious historical objectification of women is, too, but Carusillo provides a really great, honest reckoning of the juxtaposition of "women's breast milk is all-powerful and vital and we need them" and "women are just around to make us breast milk and they are objects." Though I must admit: I am really curious to see what kind of glasses my breasts would make. Field trip?