Archive for February, 2006



Ay-yi-yi No. 3

We are not befuddled, here at Patriarchy-Blaming HQ, by the Glamour Stiletto Run. Chicks in high heels waddle-race through the cobbled streets of Amsterdam to win €10,000 in “shopping money.” It makes perfect sense.
[thanks, Hissycat]
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No Post Today

I can’t think of a damn thing to write about. So here’s your chance to complain about anti-porn feminists or the impending extinction of male gynecologists, or describe how BDSM saved your marriage, or celebrate male prostitutes, or even, god forbid, something that doesn’t have to do with sex, and I’ll butt out.
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I Saw The Truman Show

Next time I’ll stay home and eat this and watch whatever it is I’m supposed to be watching on DVD.
I’m no film critic, so I’ll tell you what I thought of “Capote”: it really clobbers you upside the noggin with the whole ethical dilemma angle . Ow. My subtlety lobe sustains bruising.
[spoiler warning]
I’m all for […]

Baby Gap

I won’t be eating this repulsive thing
I don’t often skim Qatar newspapers for updates on fertility rates in the UK, but this morning I just couldn’t stop myself.
There’s a “baby gap” in England, and I’m not talking about a store that sells 40-dollar onesies made by slave labor in the Northern Mariana Islands. UK women […]

Italian Patriarchy, 1; Abused Teenage Girls, Bupkis

You know how when a teenage girl isn’t a virgin, it means she’s a dirty slut? So if her stepfather forces her to give him a blowjob, the court can say, well, she was just a dirty slut, so the experience of having her mother’s husband cram his dick down her throat against her will […]

Babe, I Gotta Ramble

Stingray and visiting rock star Anne T prepare to Lick
We spinster aunts, we’re the mavericks of the aunt world. We’re loners, pariahs. There’s a gonzo melancholy in our hearts and a swift roadster in our garage. Sometimes a spinster aunt just has to ramble. Sometimes she yearns for smoked meat. Sometimes both.
Recently I had no […]

Gyno Knows Best

I reveal no secrets when I say that the idea of the male ob/gyn sorely inflames the revulsion center in my obstreperal lobe. This morning, as the rosy fingers of dawn reached across the sky to chuck me under the chin, this inflammation was exacerbated by a tiptoe through an ob/gyn listserv.
The thread in […]

Mate Expectations

And you thought Godly Josh was a piece of work. On the subject of this deranged buttcrack, I have this to say:
O my fucking taco salad.
Wife kidnapper and child pornographer Travis Frey, who has a single flatworm where his brain should be, is currently the object of much internet gagging and ridicule for his “Contract […]

Friday Bert Report

Bert
Those of your plaintive cries emoting “Enough patriarchy-blaming, already! Show us the dog!” have not fallen on deaf ears. Here is young Bert, now a solid 8 months old, stalking one of the 1672 half-inch cricket frogs that populate the idyllic riparian milieu at El Rancho Deluxe.
As you can see, Bert is dainty, and believes […]

PETA Has Their Head Up Their Ass

The kooky sexbot website where human women flash their udders to show solidarity with milk cows is just another example of why sophomoric “ironic” porn can never be justified in a world in which beauty aspires to truth. It can’t even be justified in a world where “whipped topping” is a food group.
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