Archive for May, 2006



The Unbearable Meatness of Being

Last night, while musing on this and that and applying some stinky homeopathic goo to my radiation-inflamed boobal-amputation scar, I glanced up to observe that the television was on, and that it was polluting my living room with a TGI Friday’s commercial.
Despite the name, there is no jovial innkeeper named Friday. TGI Friday’s is in […]

BlameCon: The Hypothetical Feasibility Study

Phil, my secretary, informs me that we’ve been inundated with emails about BlameCon. BlameCon is, you may recall, the non-existent patriarchy-blaming convention I made up as a joke the other day. Yet the idea appears to emit the unmistakable odor of allure. More than a few of you have expressed an interest in gettin’ it […]

On Notice: Public Pervs of Austin

Hey, leering perv! Take a picture, it’ll last longer!

Stingray had a powerful hankerin for some pineapple salsa, so did we make our own? Hell no we didn’t. We did hie to the Hula Hut on Lake Austin.
To get there, you first abandon your sense of decency. Then you drive down Lake Austin Blvd, turn where […]

The Triumphal Return of the Spinster

Yep, I’m back, but everything’s still kind of wobbly. I’ll fix it when I get back from lunch.
Meanwhile, thanks for all your sympathy cards during the major crash. They brought a tear to the eye.
I’m leaving Fakeblog up indefinitely as a sort of perpetual open thread. You can use it when you need to let […]

Announcement Ho!

It’s possible that the site will be up and down for an indeterminate period pending the completion of a few upgrades. I blame the patriarchy for blogging applications written by egomaniac geeks expressly to confound normal people who just want to write shit instead of screwing around with “poetic” code all goddam day.
In the event […]

More On Bogus Abortion Clinics

Homegirl Amanda Marcotte has written a gripping piece for AlterNet on the vexing proliferation of those fake “pregnancy crisis clinics” I mumbled about last month. The skin crawls as she reveals how these anti-choice “clinics,” many of which have no medical personnel on staff, hoover up women who are trying to cope with unwanted pregnancies […]

Public Cans of Austin: Chinatown

The lavatory has been locked for three hours solid…. I think they are using it for an operating room….
NURSE: “I can’t find her pulse, doctor.”
DR. BENWAY: “Maybe she got it up her snatch in a finger stall.”
NURSE: “Adrenalin, doctor?”
Above: treat yourself to the panoramic view from the throne in the can at the Chinatown in […]




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