Regarding the outing debate, I'm extremely happy with it when it is done at the expense of public figures who have promoted discrimination against queers, whether in the law, religion, business, whatever.
Actually, Giovanni, I read quite a bit of discussion at the time of Larry "Wide Stance" Craig about the deliciousness of that hypocritical arsehole being caught by the fascistic laws that he promoted. And good riddance.
But I don't think that because someone happens to be a public figure, their private life should be a matter of speculation. I didn't think much of Max Mosley in general, but I very much admired his handling of the outing of his SM practices. I also think he won the moral war (in the UK) about what should deemed to be in the "public interest" about public figures' private lives. Not that it's particularly slowed down the tabs over there.
Phillip, yeah, thanks for the quotes around "struggle" when it comes to describing one's coming to terms with one's sexual orientation and people's perception of it, you can stick it up your frigging jumper.
I'm as leftie as you can imagine, and plenty of these so-called left or liberal types have their little areas of bigotry. Try being a young dyke in a union meeting in the mid-80s when the brethren were still bitching about letting women into their trade, much less queers. Not to mention actual personal abuse/manifest discomfort -- and as Craig points out, we do live in a relatively liberal environment.
How nice for you that you haven't had to encounter that kind of difficulty personally. Perhaps you could STFU about how homosexuals are perceived and should behave until such time as you have something to say based on actual knowledge.
Ahhhhh, yes, BitKeeper. The lovely hissy fit they had with old Linus and co. So pathetic. Thanks Julian - it was bugging me I couldn't remember the parties involved!
Regarding "hacking = accessing publicly-accessible URL", something like that happened in the techie world.
Can't remember the details, but some tech outfit were suing another for "hacking" their super-duper system and writing an alternative client for it - perhaps a source control system? It turns out the people who wrote the alternative interface "hacked" it by telnetting to an open port and typing "?", which promptly listed all the inputs that were valid to the system. Which is the entirety of what they incorporated into their alternative interface to the product.
Regarding the comment about censors being confused about the difference between female ejaculation and peeing, if the chick is thrashing around, making those ridiculous porno pleasure-shrieks, and doing the o-face, then yeah, maybe it could be confusing.
Speaking as someone who has seen both, I don't think they're that easy to confuse.
And regarding the dearth of information about female anatomy, it still galls me that I didn't know about a clitoris until I read a book designed to explain sexuality to teenage boys. The companion volume for teenage girls did not mention a single word about it. It was in the boys' book because it was all about "if you get to doing the sexxx0ring with a young woman you're really twuley in love with, but she doesn't seem to be enjoying it that much, here's the magic button" (slightly paraphrased). I don't seem to recall much of an explanation on the mechanics of the penis in the girls' book either. The books were published in the early 80s.
I'm quite happy that there are more alternatives to frigging iTunes. Not everyone is happy with Mr Jobs attempting to control their computer or their devices. We might bitch about Microsoft, but at least they don't try and sneak software on (Safari) that is completely unrelated to the functionality of the actual software you want to use. (Let's not talk about compulsory IE bundling with the Windows!)
Also, frankly, a BIG chunk of binary code to pay for and download bloody songs from the Internet? How ridiculous.
Finally, add me to the brave and the few who Don't Get It in terms of Akka Dakka or any other metal group. I like a couple of Black Sabbath songs, and one Metallica song where they don't actually sing. For some reason, though, nearly all of my partners have been rock chicks. Well, they've all been mostly femme too - obviously I like people who aren't too much like me (I wouldn't complain if a femme-type electronica fan threw herself at me - I'm sure they exist somewhere).
Jesus Christ, Angus, you're giving me a stabby pain. As has been pointed out, more than once, there is more than one possibility:
1. She realised that the fantasies could cast her in a bad light and deliberately withheld information from the police.
2. She didn't think the information would be at all relevant to the case, so didn't bother to mention it. Or thought it was none of the cops' bloody business.
3. She may or may not have thought the information could be used against her, but was too embarrassed to mention it to the police.
4. She didn't even remember writing the fantasy down until being surprised by it in court.
From what you're saying, you're assuming it was option 1., or as the argument has morphed slightly over time, perhaps option 2. It's just as likely - with the information we have - that it was one of the other two explanations as well.
If you're happy to tell the cops about your entire sexual fantasy life on the off-chance it may be relevant to some case, good luck to you. Me, I don't want them knocking on my door every time there is an assault with a knife, just because I've fantasised about using knives in the bedroom. And purchased them for the purpose. And even if I were arrested for a knife crime, I wouldn't dream of mentioning it to them - it wouldn't be relevant (unless I did have someone in the boudoir, and tripped over while holding a knife in my hand).
On another tangent, I just deleted some TMI about how I feel about the semantics of "rape" vs "sexual violation" in the law in NZ. I'm glad I wasn't "raped" due to my abusive step-father's choice of orifices - it makes all the difference. Not. FWIW, they should ditch that paragraph, and make all just sexual violation.
Getting back to Emma's post, that is an excellent sporking of the beliefs of some stupid feminists and their hatred of prostitution screwing up that whole quaint notion of "consent".
Regarding driver attitudes, I don't know if it's Australia in general, but Canberra is definitely shocking. My second bike ride here, I was cycling in a green-painted bike lane and whole carload of bogan fuckheads drove past shouting abuse. To this day, I don't know why. I've had a few more incidents, and not one Canberrean I know who cycles hasn't had one.
Bizarre, since Canberra is actually a more bike-friendly town due to large areas of flatness and quite a comprehensive cycle path network.
Central London is a horrible place to cycle - I tried it from New Cross to Bloomsbury a few times, but once you get north of Old Kent Rd or Elephant and Castle (all those old narrow streets and BUSES), it's really not worth it. Of course, doing it in rush hour probably wasn't the best idea. It's a shame, because it's a pretty flat route, although 45mins was a teeny bit long (for me) for a cycle commute. Cycling around the City on the weekends is a doddle, it must be said.
I forgot to say, thanks for the dub[step] stylings; a pleasant ditty, but the remixes have some nice morphings.
Yep, that cycle route's been there forever. I used to ride the GI - Mission Bay bit every weekend when I was 16, in the mid-80s. I'm slightly ashamed to admit that the terminus was the Robert Harris shop, where they actually made cappucinos.
I would just like to say, in terms of upcoming music, MASSIVE ATTACK. I've never been to the Vector Arena, but screw it for attending the concert here in Oz.
As for bogan witticisms, I prefer the hysterical UTERUS to one that's common over 'ere: "No its not my boyfriends" [sic].
I certainly understand why these women feel the need to label their utes as such (although often the BRIGHT PINK bling should give it away), but I don't think they should feel they have to.
Do ladeez-with-utes in NZ run into the same set of assumptions? I've never seen one with that kind of label in NZ, and never heard of any hassle, but then I ran around in the queer milieu, so results may vary (the nearest I got to utehood myself was an HQ Kingswood station wagon. My current upgrade is an HT sedan.)