Archive for November, 2005



Paraplegic Women: Deeply Sexy!

In rats there’s a sex nerve that winds down from the brain through the intestines, completely bypassing the spinal cord. So rats still get off even when when kindly experimenters sever the other "three known pathways that connect the brain to the genitals."
If only there was a way for neurologists to figure this out in […]

Redneck Remarks

While I am too pukey to sit up straight (you know it’s bad when the sight of an open bottle of Bruciagna Chianti 2000 makes me burst into tears of revulsion)  may it please you to read Austin’s own Redneck Mother’s great post on the futility of government regulation of the frustratingly un-machinelke human […]

Chemo

Adriamycin, the drug that induces tacophobia
My young onions, I don’t know how to put this delicately, so I’m just going to come right out and say it. So if you are faint of heart or are one of those people who feels very deeply or anything like that, turn away now. Because what I am […]

Women’s Poverty: Unsexy

While I’m out of the office this morning, I offer you this headline* as evidence that the sexiness mandate is officially out of control.
The editor put the kibosh on “It won’t suck you off, lads, but maybe you should think about giving a shit anyway.”
The subsequent article addresses the grim, poverty-stricken futures of millions of […]

Secrets Of Female Success Revealed!

This educator dude says too many college graduates are female, worries that boys are getting the shaft in school, and observes that the American classroom has been "set up for a female brain." He also notes the tendency among schoolgirls to "taunt victims" with "cyber bullying."
Now we know why boys grow up to be such […]

Idyllic Safety Tips

Visitors from the world over flock to view Bermuda’s signature grass
And now let us adjourn to the idyllic isle of Bermuda. Named for the Triangle that ate inspirational aviator Amelia Earhart,* this birthplace of the shorts that gave meaning to the lives of countless East coast preppies during the late 70’s is an oasis of […]

Glenn Sacks Hates To Interrupt The Ladies

It’s leaving home, bye-bye
Men have rights in abortion cases! Hoo-hah!
Reproductive rights for men begin and end with the right to produce sperm. Once that shit achieves escape velocity, dude, your agency to direct its future career expires. It’s just a glob in the wind.
UPDATE:Singersongwriter Chris Clarke, who rehearses at his bathroom mirror with a hairbrush, […]

Not My Usual Links

Lazy though she is, the spinster aunt can think of no duller afternoon than one spent watching a game of golf. Even so, this asinine flap about women entering the dudely British Open is seriously chapping the Twisty hide, and I can be silent no longer. That Fransh dipstick who, in order to infiltrate the […]

The Maiden Aunt Explains Patriarchy

There’s been no dearth of animated discussion on the recent post in which I posited that marriage is a fucking patriarchal-ass institution that I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot mole. Some folks got their bratwursts in a knot because they are married to princes who respect women and share equally in diapering and toilet cleaning. […]

It’s Nice To Be Nice To The Nice

Marianna, who apparently possesses a time machine, sends recipe cards from 1973, one of my favorite years.
My mail collector has made another delivery. I continue to be amazed at the real nice niceness of the patriarchy-blaming community.
• Rene, yowser on the Michael Innes novel and the goofy flyer advertising (I think) German soy milk.
• Marianna, […]




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