weekend reading material

first of all, run don't walk to this fic by geonncannon, written for me for the fandom free for all. It's a Community/Arrested Development crossover and do not drink any liquids while reading.

Then, go read Gloria Steinem's original Ms. article, "I Was a Playboy Bunny." Links to a .pdf file - original text! This is the most surreal, creepy, horrible thing ever. And why I just can not, not, not stand to watch shows like Pan Am or The Playboy Club.

"This is the part all the girls hate," said the doctor, and took blood from my arm for a Wassermann test. I told him that testing for venereal disease seemed a little ominous. "Don't be silly," he said, "all the employees have to do it. You'll know everyone in the club is clean." I said that their being clean didn't really affect me and that I objected to being put through these tests. Silence. He asked me to stand to "see if your legs are straight." "Okay," I said, "I have to have a Wassermann. But what about an internal examination? Is that required of waitresses in New York State?"

"What do you care?" he said. "It's free, and it's for everybody's good."

"How?" I asked.

"Look," he said impatiently, "we usually find that girls who object to it strenuously have some reason..." He paused significantly. I paused, too. I could either go through with it or I could march out in protest. But in protest of what?

akavertigo's newest addition to the pregnant werefox genre. She is so the prettiest girl at the prom.

This poem, by Sherman Alexie, entitled "Good Hair." I'm not sure why it's on a phone on my computer screen, but I recommend putting on some Nine Inch Nails or something while you read it. Poetry always needs music.