* Jezebel debunks the debunkers of the rumors facts of Palin’s rape kit debacle.

* Meghan McCain at McCain Blogette has posted another election playlist. McCain writes that she creates “playlists for almost every interesting experience,” but doesn’t identify exactly what that interesting experience is this time. What could the combination of David Bowie’s “Golden Years,” Joan Jett’s “Bad Reputation,” and Lady GaGa’s (?) “Beautiful, Dirty, Rich” be referring to? Whatever, I’m digging it.

* Via The Nation: A pastor protects Sarah Palin against “the spirit of witchcraft” in 2005. Go to the video’s 7:30 mark to watch Palin get de-witched.

* Feminist fiction writer Chimamanda Adichi wins the intellectual lottery—she gets $100,000 a year for five years and gets the nickname “genius.” [via Feminist Daily News].

* David Levinson Wilk for Politico reports on the domination of “OBAMA” and “BIDEN” clues in the New York Times‘ crossword. “MCCAIN” has never appeared. As for McCain’s Veep: “Like a cruel joke, PALIN has appeared dozens of times as an answer in the crossword grids of the nation’s most esteemed news publications—but always with clues such as ‘Monty Python member’ or ‘Cohort of Cleese and Idle.’ It’s pretty obvious: The left-wing media elite is mocking her. For shame!”

* Via Feministing: Tuesday was bisexuality day. Whoops, see you next year.

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* Via Feministe: Taking your children to vote with you is adorable; homeless voters find obstacles at the polls.

* Slate’s Trey Patterson remembers MTV video countdown “Total Request Live”, set to take a “hiatus” this November:

TRL’s signature moment came to pass one Thursday in July of 2001, when pop diva Mariah Carey dropped in unexpectedly. She entered pushing a cart filled with ice-cream treats, wore a pair of shorts connoting assertive depravity, and gave voice to existential frustrations: “You’re my therapy session right now, Carson.” Her behavior was sufficiently erratic that the crowd couldn’t squeal for it with any real consistency.

* Meanwhile, Meghan McCain blogs her “Last Call with Carson Daly” experience on McCain Blogette.

* Elsewhere on Slate, Josh Patner recaps fashion week’s “re-envisioning” of the “American woman.

* Jezebel updates you on the aftermath of DJ AM and Travis Barker’s plane crash: exes Mandy Moore and Shanna Moakler at bedsides; Lindsey Lohan and Samantha Ronson blog; Jamie Kennedy, Lauren Conrad, and Kathy Griffin sound off.

* Via BYT via Gawker: Anderson Cooper’s (alleged) lovers: a primer.

* The New Gay CANNOT CONTROL THE VOLUME OF ITS VOICE.

* Megan at Jezebel tells dudes “How Not to Get it On“:

Don’t pre-emptively tell me you have a small penis.

Don’t text me on a Tuesday night after midnight “I could totally eat ur puss now if u r interwssetted.” I’m not.

Don’t ask if it’s okay to fuck me up the ass because you don’t have condoms and are “scared” of getting me pregnant.

*Jill at Feministe adds her own dating don’ts:

Don’t tell me, on a first date, about the time you pooped your pants on the Jenny Jones Show when you were performing the commercial outro with your Rick James cover band. Don’t tell me that on a tenth date. Just keep that one to yourself.

* Protesters stage bed-in on steps of Capitol:

Kayne West’s “Gold Digger” blared from the steps in front of the Capitol Thursday as protesters dressed in bathrobes and slippers danced around a bed and threw money. Oil Change USA came to speak out against government’s “all too cozy relationship” with oil companies in the wake of the sex-and-drug scandal reported last week by the Interior Department inspector general. “Literally in bed with big oil” was the theme of this protest, noted with their prop of a man and woman laying in bed together, surrounded by money [via Examiner].

Catch up on the Minerals Management Service scandal here.

* Via Feministing: Bitch Magazine was going to have to fold, but now they’re not. You can still give them money, though.

* Brightest Young Things points you to Seattle’s bikini baristas:

Baristas in spike heels, lingerie, fish nets and other skin-revealing attire are attracting long lines—and large tips. . . . When servers started wearing pasties at a shop called Espresso Gone Wild west of Seattle, however, some residents decided the caffeinated provocateurs had taken it too far. [via NPR]

* Aaaand, drum roll: Fish swims into penis.

Tracie “Slut Machine” Egan, kind-of-a-big-deal in the world of sarcastic ladybloggers, shall henceforth be known simply as Tracie. The blogger decided to drop the nickname after meeting a man that Egan loves so much she wants to “hang out with [him] until [she] die[s].”

Where I come from, women don’t abandon their absurdly offensive and largely nonsensical blogger personas just because they are so in love they have chosen to get married forever.

“It recently occurred to me that I might be one of the only girls whose reputation is ruined by committing to one guy for the rest of my life,” wrote Egan. Call me old fashioned, but getting hitched is no excuse to quit self-identifying as a wholesale distributor of the sexually promiscuous. But there’s more—even the purging of Slut Machine is not enough for the Wedding Machine, which will not rest until it bulldozes a perfectly innocuous moniker as well:

“I actually might be changing my last name, too, which is something I never ever thought I’d do,” writes Egan. “But my fiancé’s last name is really cool: Morrissey. And I kinda like the sound of ‘Ms. Moz.’”

Whatever. What Ms. Moz does in her personal life is her own business. Just keep blogging the good blog.

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