Looks like Malcolm Abrams is a genius with his Bloom Magazine Book Club idea. Not only did his event with Michael Koryta pack the house earlier this month, the club’s current selection, Scott Russell Sanders, looks to be just as successful — maybe even more so.
Bloomingtonians have wiped out the Book Corner‘s stock of Sanders’ Divine Animal, the title BMBC participants will discuss at the club’s meeting next month in FARM Bloomington’s Root Cellar Lounge. Book Corner honcho Margaret Taylor flashed an urgent message yesterday afternoon directing me to order dozens more copies and so I have.
If I know Scott, he’ll be lugging a carton of …Animals in on his shoulder first thing tomorrow morning. “Malcolm’s book club is a boon to the community — and to writers,” Sanders says.
So, don’t worry — if you haven’t gotten your copy yet, amble on by. That is, if you have the fortitude to amble in these godawful frigid conditions.
The Bloom Book Club gathering featuring Sanders will be Tuesday, March 31st, at 5:30pm.
A lot of women out there must hate their vaginas. That’s the only conclusion I can come to after reading “The 6 Weirdest Things Women Do to Their Vaginas” in Mother Jones online.
So, here’s what enough sisters do to their nethers to make the vaginal-cosmetic-industrial complex swim in billions:
- They use vaginal deodorants
Um, I Think Her Aim Is A Bit Off
- They douche
- They get their vaginas tightened by plastic surgeons
- They get their labia sculpted by plastic surgeons
- They put mints in their vaginas to make them smell and taste better
- They get their labia bleached and dyed
BTW: Those mints? They’re branded for vaginal use but, Mother Jones reports, the mints — called Linger, the “internal feminine flavoring system” — aren’t all that different from candy. Which, the mag reminds us, is hard, dissolvable sugar. And which, MJ warns, is a formula for a monster yeast infection.
BTW II: A few years ago I came upon the startling discovery that there are scads of women in this mad, mad, mad, mad world who get their anuses bleached. So vaginal lip bleaching would seem to be a natural outgrowth from that creative craft. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve ordered a lover out of my bed for having the wrong color anus or vagina. Some people!
[h/t to Tanisha Caravello]
Uh, I’ll Have Three Wit’ Everything, Man
If a fiction writer came up with this scenario s/he’d either be laughed out of the business or declared a mad genius.
Superdawg is one of my beloved hometown of Chicago’s most well-known hot dog joints. I cannot adequately describe the humongous snap-skin wienee in a steamed poppy seed bun, surrounded by crispy crinkle-cut french fries, accompanied, of course, by a chocolate malt so think the straw can stand up in it indefinitely.
Tears are streaming down my cheeks as I type this.
Anyway, the great state o’Illinois is considering allowing medical marijuana clinics to open up therein and just take a wild guess where one of them might be. Yeah, that’s right, directly across the street from Superdawg!
Superdawg’s owner, Scott Berman, should be up for Businessperson of the Year based on this quote alone:
We’re in favor of anything that brings customers to the area. This will help people. I see it no differently than a doctor’s office or dentist’s office opening there.
Next time you’re in Chi., take a spin up to Superdawg and give Berman your business.
Sometimes life is indeed good.
[h/t to John Spencer Bergman]
To Your Health
One of my fave cocktails is vodka with V8 juice. See, I get 1 cup of vegetables with an 8-ounce serving. It’s really health food.
Hope you use the low sodium V8, Mike.
All about the Vienna Snap…and neon green relish!!
Oh, lest we forget the sport peppers!!