Archive for April, 2006

Dude Week: The Gripping Series Finale

Just a few final remarks on the Male Feminist chimera, after which I’ll swill my own hot cup of Shut The Fuck Up.
[Just joining us? The plot so far: In series of increasingly asinine comments on recent post, 20-something porn-loving white dude claims feminist cred. Smackdown ensues. White dude issues apology here; readers divided on […]

Comment de la semaine

“Wouldn’t it be great if there were a Blame Squad that could kick in the door — like those guys in Minority Report — just before a woman fails to blame the patriarchy?”

–Redneck Mother
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Intervention

Can anyone identify this poor woman, named here only as “my girlfriend”? I need to send her a link to this blog, stat.
NOTE: you are not complicit in anything by clicking this link. It’s fake. Sort of.
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The Lone Cojone Hones His Bone Alone

As if you didn’t know.
This is a test. We have no joy. Anyone out there use WordPress and MacJournal’s “send to blog” feature?
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Twisty: Woman of Fiber

As a special treat for all you knitters (if you’re not one, you wouldn’t believe how many thousands of patriarchy-blamers knit in their spare time. Redneck Mother, for instance, can knit an entire hat in, like, five minutes. I have the hat to prove it), I thought I’d share my first ever knitting project, which, […]

Can A Liberal White Dude Be A Feminist?

But first: the can at Flipnotics. Good iced coffee. Really funked-up soap dispenser.
My post on fizzy wine in a pink can recently drew a “male feminist” out of his pin-up encrusted lair and into the open patriarchy-blaming field, with predictably hilarious consequences.
This male feminist (let’s call him “MF” for short), after apprising the group […]

You Say Tomato, I Say My Mouth Is Full

Microscopic tomato salad with fresh mozzarella, microgreens, lemon zest, and olive oyl
I am so discomposed over these outrageously tiny tomatoes that I just had to post a portrait before I ate’em all. They’re like vegan caviar or something. When you put’em on a bed of tiny arugula sprouts, the resulting salad is so miniscule you […]

Fizzy Blankity-Blanc In A Can

Plus: porn addles male brains!
Why no post yesterday? I guess I just forgot.
Maybe because I had a couple of Sofias for lunch. Single-serving cans of carbonated blanc de blancs from the Coppola are cute, pink, emblazoned with vapid teenisms like “petulant” and “reactionary,” come with extendo-straws so you don’t muss your lipstick, and according to […]

I Have To Admit It’s Getting Worser

The Ankle-Sprainer relaxes with his Puffy Ball
When last you saw Bertie, my golden retriever puppy, he was deeply immersed in his public art project. This project involved excavating my back yard, at irregular intervals, to a depth of about one foot, and festooning the resulting holes with found objects (shoes, newspapers, CDs, electric bills, checkbooks, […]

Stingray and the Old Bat

Fried oysters (with fried calamari at the other end of the plate) at Ranch 616: highly edible
Stingray and I have embarked on the Fried Oyster Tour of Austin. The purpose of this endeavor is not so much to determine a gold medalist as it is to simply eat fried oysters as often as possible. Our […]




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