by Dan Savage
on Tue, May 7, 2013 at 5:05 PM
And I'm going to ask Ari questions about what it was like to fly all over the country on Mitt Romney's campaign plane and if the rumors about the Romney boys are true and why there are no pictures of Ari in leather on his Instagram account. And you're invited...
Since this event is taking place the weekend of Pride—the night before the parade—Ari has agreed to interview me while wearing nothing but a lime green thong. More info at Town Hall's website. Tickets available through StrangerTickets.
There's a wonderful story making the rounds about 10-year old Wendell Overton, who saved a cat from being tortured to death by a group of boys ages 5 to 13. You can watch the TV footage above.
It's a heartwarming tale. Writing at Pandagon, Amanda Marcotte thinks so too. But reading the comment threads on various posts, she noticed something interesting. The commenters congratulate Wendell on what a great kid he is or condemn both the cat-torturing kids and the society that allows their abhorrent behavior to flourish. But...
Missing from the discussion: Wondering if the cat was asking for it by being so cute and easy to torture. Blaming male hormones or implying that because it’s so sexually gratifying to torture a cat, some boys can’t help themselves. Making excuses for the cat torturers by saying that they don’t understand the difference between playing with a cat who wants to play with you and torturing it. Claiming that while cat torture is bad, we shouldn’t be too eager to punish the cat torturers.
A lot of people in comments said that we should teach boys not to torture cats, specifically noting cultural changes that could be instituted to prevent cat torture. These people were not subjected to an angry flame war where they were accused of being stupid, called by misogynist or racist names, or told that they should be tortured themselves until they understood that the only way to stop cat torture is for cats to defend themselves. It was understood that cats do try to defend themselves, but unfortunately, self-defense is sometimes not enough to prevent cat torture. It was accepted that cat torture is a crime that is cultural in origin, and that by changing the culture, we can prevent it.
By now it should be obvious where Marcotte is going. It's a brilliant analogy and a great read. So read the whole thing.
Here's what I learned from this video of a woman who eats cat hair (as featured in the TLC show, My Strange Addiction, returning Feb 13):
1) It's not The Mercury's Alison Hallett!
2) Cat hair tastes like cotton candy—almost.
3) Her sister Andromeda doesn't approve of her eating cat hair. And yet, her name is "Andromeda"! WHY SO JUDGE-Y, ANDROMEDA?? YOUR NAME IS ANDROMEDA!!!
4) Never mind #2—cat hair actually has more of a cotton ball taste. Even less of a taste than human hair, which we all know tastes like Salisbury Steak. OMG, I WOULD KILL FOR SOME SALISBURY STEAK RIGHT NOW!
5) The best way to eat cat hair is to lick it right off the cat. Well, of course it is, and... ALISON! Stop licking your cat!!!
If you want more celebrity bullshit posts, post 'em. And please note that the two Seahawks posts were by regular actual employees of The Stranger, and one of them was so disdainful as to actually constitute a Golden Globes post.
Well, actually you can put a price on love. The normal fee for adult cat adoptions is $55, but will be waived through the end of the month. The adoption fee for kittens younger than six months will remain at $100. All cats and kittens are spayed or neutered, microchipped, vaccinated, and have tested negative for feline leukemia, so it's a pretty good deal.
RASKC is hoping to place 200 cats and kittens into new homes by the end of October.
The Stranger spoke with Amy Bell, Cat Enthusiast and Body Language Expert at Fancy Cat magazine about the Acro-Cats stand at Stone Soup Theater.
When/how/where did you first hear of the show?
I saw a picture of Boyd Rice at a RockCats show on tumblr and became mildly obsessed. A few months later, I heard that they were passing through Portland, and my enthusiasm skyrocketed when I learned that they were going to be in Seattle shortly after.
Please set the scene for your visit to the show. Time, date, place, companions, other audience members.
Oh! This is a real tale of heartbreak. I wanted to take the object of my affection for his birthday, so we picked a date that worked and I bought tickets way in advance for a Sunday night show on opening weekend. We showed up to the venue—the Stone Soup Theater in Wallingford—stupid early, since I was worried about not getting a seat (?). Nobody was outside and we waited for a really long time until a woman wearing cat ears came out of the theater and told us the performance had been canceled since nobody had bought tickets! DEVASTATING. Anyway, we picked a different day to go a week later, but for an earlier show. The crowd was a mix of people, pretty much what you might expect at a cat circus, i.e. people wearing ironic tshirts and glasses. And one loud toddler.
What happened upon entering the venue?
The theater is really small, so we pretty much just grabbed the best seats close to the stage. It ended up being really packed!
The stage was set with lots of props covered in purple carpet and there was a male Acrocat carny putting cats into little carriers located in the wings.
What happened next—the show, or something unexpected? OR BOTH?...
This post has been updated with photos provided by Seattle Animal Shelter, courtesy of Nadia's new owners.
This week's feature is about witnessing a neighbor's psychotic break and suicide. The neighbor stabbed her cat seven times with a butcher knife before falling out a window. But—as you know if you got to the end of the story—the cat survived. Her name was Darcy, according to the boyfriend of the neighbor. All of my attempts to find out more about Darcy's fate came up empty, though. A source who helped perform surgery on her declined to be interviewed, explaining she was not authorized to speak to me.
Just a note on the cat in the story. She was named Hope and was put through surgery by the Seattle Animal Shelter.
We recently got an update from the adopter: "We ended up naming Hope, Nadia! Which means "hope" in russian. She is doing really great here, still sleeping in her bed almost every night! She really loves her laser pointer! She's really grown on both my grandma and myself."
In a country where many citizens do not have the time or space to care for creatures, “cat cafés” provide the experience of having a pet without the responsibility or hassle of ownership (not to mention the logistics of getting a cat into a carry-on).
Though the first cat café, named Cat Flower Garden, opened in Taipei, Taiwan in 1998, the concept blossomed in Japan, where nearly 150 such spots have opened in the past decade, mostly in the country’s capital of Tokyo. Visiting with kitties does not come cheap, however. At Calico, one of Tokyo’s most popular cat cafes, one hour of cuddling costs 900 yen [$10.90/hr], with 200 yen [$2.42] for each additional 15 minutes. Drinks cost an extra 200 yen each, but are slightly cheaper than the 400 yen grande lattes available at the feline-free Starbucks.
If cafes replaced cats with guns and coffee with vodka Red Bulls, this concept could really take off in the US.
A woman who was missing for nearly a month in a New Mexico national forest was found emaciated Wednesday in a sleeping bag with her cat by her side, authorities said.
Authorities said Margaret Page, 41, took some food with her but ran out, and stayed alive by drinking water from a nearby creek. She fed her cat, Miya, with cat food she had packed.
..."Her cat was in better shape than she was," Marc Levesque, incident commander with New Mexico State Police Search and Rescue, told The Associated Press. "Her cat was also hunting. (Page) ran out of food a while back."
The Wictims Win: President Obama bows to the American Catholic church by withdrawing the White House's plan to require private employers (including religious organizations, like all those Catholic hospitals) to provide health insurance that covers contraception. Instead, insurance companies will be required to provide that coverage free of charge. The compromise with Catholics may seem like a miracle, considering that Obama is a Muslim. But the red-wing blogs, bloviators, and email alerts were just getting going. It's hard to imagine Obama being able to comfortably skirt this issue while seeking reelection to the White House. Here's the NYT quoting Obama explaining that it was largely a political calculation:
“After the many genuine concerns that have been raised over the last few weeks, as well as, frankly, the more cynical desire on the part of some to make this into a political football, it became clear that spending months hammering out a solution was not going to be an option,” Mr. Obama said on Friday.
My TCW: The religious liberty and conscience argument being raised by the Catholic church, which is ostensibly worried about paying for birth control, (and legislators who are expressing concern about florists and photographers being forced to serve gay couples) has less to do with contraception and gay marriage, and more to do with a clever sleight of hand. No longer is the Catholic Church bullying women and LGBT people, in this framing, they're the victims being forced to forgo their religious convictions. It's a trick and it's working.
In Pressing Media Matters: Five of Murdcoch's people at the Sun tabloid were arrested for allegedly bribing bobbies. And in case you wondered: My worst nightmare is accidentally taking a job that requires me to write this sort of story.