Archive for December, 2005



Sienna Miller Is Number One!!!

Teen girls receive personal feel-good advice from top celeb.
By now you have heard that little girls are mutilating Barbie dolls. Optimists may view this as an out-of-the-mouths-of-babes rejection of patriarchal beauty standards, but it looks to me more like Baby’s First Misogyny. Seven year olds aren’t (necessarily) idiots. It cannot have escaped their notice […]

What I Really Wanted For Christmas

Remember, girls. “The Whiz should always point slightly downwards.”
You know how when you’re out in the woods and you have to take a slash and about 42 wood-ticks leap onto your crouching hiney the second you drop trou? You need this super-advanced Aussie breakthrough: The Whiz, a pocket dong for vertical pissing situations. “Just undo […]

Lady Bloodlusting Mercenaries

LadyDudes, New Bremen H.S. 1926
It’s the godawful holiday season, which means it’s time once again for me to enjoy complaining bitterly about the sexist nature of sport. When the Olympics rolls around in a couple of months I’ll get to really tear into this, but until then:
It’s no newsflash that nobody watches women’s sports on […]

Select-A-Spawn

“Jesus,” quoth patriarchy-blamer Tammy Wright in her introduction to this link, “H tap-dancing christ!”
Tammy’s succinct vituperation alludes to the flourishing habit of certain knocked-up Canadians to slip down to a Los Angeles fertility clinic for fetal sex selection. Canadian law, which clings nostalgically to some quaint notion of equality, has banned the practice, so creepy […]

More Tales of Wild Women

A Muslim godbag in Aceh, Indonesia has informed his flock that last year’s tsunami was “God’s revenge” against wicked women who won’t wear scarves. According to Sharia law, there is no such thing as meteorological forces that are both unrelated and indifferent to whether human women sport around town with bolts of fabric stuck on […]

What Not To Blog

Your confession to manslaughter.
Silly teenager, that’s what PostSecret is for.
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I have taken to my bed following Monday’s chemo, but before I lapse into a merciful coma I must thank Becker and Wordgirl and Finky for the books. I will read them all when I wake up! Which, I warn you, may be a day or two or four. My happy-go-lucky tolerance for these […]

Sexist Docbags Screw Women Heart Patients

The female heart, as understood by medical professionals until just last week
In an astonishing medical breaktrhough in the exciting world of heart disease research, it was found by “cardiologists at Johns Hopkins” that–now brace yourself for this shocker–that “many women with cardiovascualr health problems slip through the cracks.”
That’s right. The Framingham Risk Estimate, which is […]

The Godbag Feminist

Clueless Episcopal priest godbag-with-a-blog fancies self “notable feminist” ; deludes self re: feminism.
[From the Episcopal Womens Caucus:] “A feminist is anyone who believes that God created males and females equally human.”
That put me squarely in the feminist camp. I thought about who else in the world today might be a feminist also. I began a […]

On Technical Blogulation

Gratuitous golden retriever snaps. Fletch, left. Bert, right.
You’ll be pleased to know that I have pretty much finished messing around with the blog. My desperate hope was that the redesign would give universal satisfaction, but tragically there have arisen a couple of issues. Viz:
• The “missing elements” error message that pops up when you post […]




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