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Monday, Mar 12, 2001 12:00 PM UTC2001-03-12T12:00:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Who’s afraid of the big bad Horowitz?

By Joan Walsh

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It’s sad that Joan Walsh has fallen into the No. 1 delight of conservatives who like to feel victimized by this “p.c.” beastie — a hatred and disdain for young people as they attempt to formulate their own morals and worldview and sometimes, unpleasantly, rebel against their parents. I’ve always thought that, in bashing the victimology they see in political correctness, conservatives betray the same desire to take the place of the victim.

On the subject of rejecting an ad in a publication, do you people know that publications do this every day, and that is what editorial boards are for? That right, in some ways, is why you start a publication in the process. It’s a free will act where nobody is telling you what to do. If you choose to be one ad check poorer for pissing someone off, you make that decision proudly. That would not at all count as limiting freedom of speech. Rather, it’s limiting advertising. I would tell Horowitz to write a bunch of letters to the editor and let the editors do their job. If he’s not happy with that, he can start a zine (if he knows what one is).

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Wednesday, Feb 15, 2012 12:45 PM UTC2012-02-15T12:45:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Interview: Gary Oldman talks about his first Oscar nomination

From Sid Vicious to George Smiley: After 26 years in the movie biz, an Academy nod "just feels right"

Gary Oldman as Sid Vicious, Count Dracula and George Smiley

Gary Oldman as Sid Vicious, Count Dracula and George Smiley

A woman in the audience gets up to ask Gary Oldman a question. He’s finally been nominated for an Academy Award, 26 years after his breakthrough performance in “Sid and Nancy,” she says, but it’s for the quietest and most subdued role of his entire career. He has played Beethoven and Dracula and Lee Harvey Oswald, as well as Sid Vicious; does he regret that “Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy” didn’t allow him to show more emotional range?

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Wednesday, Feb 15, 2012 4:59 AM UTC2012-02-15T04:59:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Can’t see the forest for the wood

Porn star Colby Keller blogs about Marxism, Foucault and the delightful world of unexpected phallic imagery

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Colby Keller  (Credit: Greg Endries/Salon)

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Colby Keller isn’t your regular gay porn star. The tall and scruffy former art student has distinguished himself from the rest of the industry not only by his unconventionally hipster aesthetic, but by his unconventional interests. In his well-read blog, the Big Shoe Diaries, Keller writes about everything from Marxism to Foucault to his and his friends’ art projects. Keller’s blog is a testament to the way porn celebrity is changing in the 21st century, as performers face the increasingly difficult task of distinguishing themselves in a sea of free or pirated content. It’s also incredibly charming.

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Thomas Rogers is Salon's deputy arts editor.   More Thomas Rogers

Wednesday, Feb 15, 2012 4:59 AM UTC2012-02-15T04:59:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

A match made on Craigslist adult services

James was the first man to pay me for sex. He wanted to bring out the good in me, even though he needed the bad

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This article is the first in a series of essays by sex workers about their favorite johns.

The Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous describes the fellowship as “people who normally would not mix.” That’s a good way of describing James and me. I was 27 years old, a grad student, bored and curious — just like my ad said. James was in his mid-30s, a little too old and far too normal. He was not the kind of guy who’d approach me in another situation, at least that’s what I thought when I saw him. Then again, James and I would never meet in any situation other than this.

I was a Craigslist call girl. James was my first. I had gotten the idea from a friend. “There are ads,” she said, “placed by men, looking for” — she raised an eyebrow — “company.”

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Melissa Petro writes for The Huffington Post, Daily Beast, Rumpus.net and elsewhere.   More Melissa Petro

Wednesday, Feb 15, 2012 1:15 AM UTC2012-02-15T01:15:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

The things I carry

All those gadgets, chargers, adapters and cords are supposed to make my life easier. I'm not so sure

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The scourges of modern-day air travel.

I can think of a few: TSA, delayed flights, garbage in your seat pocket. Screaming kids and misdirected luggage. “CNN Airport News.”

Or, how about the blizzard of cardboard placards that hotel chains insist on littering their rooms with? I spend a quarter of my life in hotel rooms, and I resent having to spend the first five minutes of every stay gathering up an armful of this diabolical detritus and heaving it into a corner where it belongs. Attention, innkeepers: This is fundamentally bad business. One’s first moments in a hotel room should be relaxing. The room itself should impart a sense of welcome. It shouldn’t put you to work.

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Patrick Smith is an airline pilot.   More Patrick Smith

Wednesday, Feb 15, 2012 1:00 AM UTC2012-02-15T01:00:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

When I lost the ability to type

A mysterious illness left me with crippling pain, but I discovered voice recognition software. And hilarity ensued

When I lost the ability to type

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He came to me when I had reached my nadir. I had become unable to type, write or drive without needles gouging the nerves in my wrists and arms. An ominous numbness traveled in a circuit along the inside of my legs. Then, curled up into a little ball like a shellshocked potato bug, I suffered the coup de grâce: my first migraine.

The tests for multiple sclerosis, rheumatoid arthritis, carpal tunnel, Lyme disease, etc., all were negative. Call it a virulent case of repetitive stress injury, brought on by egregious laptop habits, a stiff clutch, stop-and-go traffic on the Bay Bridge, and decades of hunching.

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Mary Grover lives in the San Francisco Bay Area and teaches composition at UC Berkeley and Laney College.  More Mary Grover

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