Ponies n’ Magic n’ Sparkles
This comic is girly, so let’s keep talking about girly things!
You may remember that when I first came to Berlin, I was bemoaning my lack of love letter correspondents. Well, it turns out I had some! They just happened to be a platonic female friend and a sister. That is, my friend Kate and my sister Phoebe have written me long, beautiful letters, and received enthusiastic replies. I don’t know if any of the men I know would like to write love letters. They might grumble and poop one out if I whined about it, but what a sad love letter that would be, written out of obligation. No, a love letter has to be fervent—it has to be something you’re desperate to write, because there are words begging to be shared. You need to write your words, and you need just as much to read theirs. I think girls are just better at this sort of thing.
The other girly thing I have to share today has to do with something I’ve mentioned before: “How Do You Solve a Problem Like a Maria.” This, you may remember, was a British reality show seeking the star for a new Broadway production of “The Sound of Music.” They had Andrew fucking Lloyd fucking Webber on the judging panel: Simon Cowell can go suck a dick.
Anyway, it turns out Belgium developed its own version of the show, and to advertise for it, they put together this absolutely incredible stunt. Maybe you’ve all already seen it, but I hadn’t. I was pretty fucking excited when my mom sent me the link.
PS “Beano” is one of my sister’s many terms of endearments for me. It comes from “Beana,” as in “Athena Beana.” But also, she loves fart jokes almost as much as she loves our filthy dog.


May 16th, 2009 at 3:26 am
I feel like that does fall into the “over-emotional” stereotype though. Personally I find that the jazzed-up senses come with a pitfall thing by the end of the day, but I don’t terribly want to go into my experience of the menstrual cycle in this particular forum. Nothing to do with babies though, thank the lordy.
May 16th, 2009 at 3:59 am
I dunno, I just feel like sometimes if a girl’s being crabby or mean, people are like “PMS!” My loving/motherly thing is definitely emotional, but not in a crabby/mean way.
You are waaay lucky about not having baby fever. My ovaries went out of control when I turned 19 and have not let up since. I’m turning into one of those lame women who’s like “ooh, puppy! kitty!” every time I see a small animal. The Cathy sweatshirt is surely soon to follow.
May 16th, 2009 at 5:42 am
Oh urban dictionary!
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pms
May 16th, 2009 at 11:27 am
hey what is that in the second fra… oh I see.
May 18th, 2009 at 11:01 am
You’ve got one thing right: When it comes to men and love letters, we like poopin’ on ‘em!
Oh also, http://www.asofterworld.com/index.php?id=427