+ This article in the Times about Jessica Valenti and Marcia Pappas (the NOW-NY president who said last week that Kennedy’s endorsement of Obama was “a betrayal of women”) is interesting. As an Edwards supporter, you can guess how I come down on this debate, but I’ll add: Gee, Marcia, thanks for setting us straight because it’s not like women can make their own choices about who to vote for.

+ Speaking of voting, I’ve been having a very hard time choosing who to vote for now that Edwards is out of the race. Amanda has some pretty compelling reasons to consider Obama. But if you needed another reason, not to vote Clinton, she’s been endorse by Ann Coulter. Kind of.

+ Here’s a kind of hilarious list of complaints about TV to the FCC. Kind of makes you wonder; I haven’t seen most of the episodes of TV referenced, and I watch a far amount of TV. It’s sort of like complaining about porn on the internet; it’s not just there when you turn on your computer, for the most part, you have to go look for it. Do these people just surf channels looking for things to write to the FCC about?

+ Speaking of TV, in entirely unsurprising news, Karl Rove joins Fox News.

+ West Virginia wants to teach kids how to use guns.

+ Mississippi wants to keep fat people from eating. (Shapely Prose has a good round up of opinions on that. See also Feministe.

+ Scientists have discovered a new species of shrew.

I just realized that yesterday was the 30th. I dated everything I did yesterday the 29th. Whoops!

+ Also yesterday, Mental Floss put up a post about the Amateur New York Subway Riding Committee, which devised rules for subway racing. In said races, one must either ride the entirety of every line, touch every station, or pass every station. Wild, right? I always intended to ride the A train from one end to the other just to see what that was like, but… I’m a New Yorker. I don’t have that kind of time.

+ I don’t know how to feel about this this new reality show produced by Tyra Banks and Ken Mok, wherein publishing assistants compete to become assistant editors at a fashion mag. You know, rising the ranks in the publishing industry involves a lot of pain and suffering for not very much money. Why would anyone want to put themselves through a reality show in addition to that? So the prize is a 50-hour week and $30,000? Cuz that’d be accurate, at least. No, thanks.

Maybe more intelligent things later.

I’m kind of getting all of my blogging done in a big blob. Here’s a Gawker post from Monday about layoffs at the Chicago Reader that makes one point that I think is pretty important: newspapers and magazines across the land are laying off news teams in favor of doing more human-interest, feature-y stories, but the majority of readers still go to newspapers for, you know, hard news. So, file this under, “The media is totally fucked.”