Archive for February, 2007



Sunday blame-up: the week in woman-hating

Chile con queso: one of the few gloppy pleasures left to me.
There’s such a great, reeking snotglob of misogyny writhing and pulsating in my inbox right now I’m not sure I can contain it; it could blow any second.
I first knew something was awry when, as I sauntered gaily into my office this morning with […]

Ladies: “Say ‘no’ to having uneven and teeth like lips”

Man, I’ve seen some utterly disgusting full-on misogynist shit since starting this blog — generous and/or sadistic readers just can’t stop sending it in — but this has got to be up there in the Top 5.
Take, if you are able to keep your food down, the so-called Vagina Institute, a “global research centre” presenting […]

Femininity kills

The author: indescribably pretty as (L to R) Steroid-Faced Cue Ball, Nocturnal Puckerer, Wrinkle-free Café Poseur in Frida Kahlo Undershirt.
I can’t write about nuthin these days without finding myself on the business end of a pious, pointing finger upon which is etched the tiny slogan ‘j’accuse!’ I have been accused of gross intolerance of everything […]

Fashion Week: Presidential candidate division

Would you let this trainwreck dress you?
I have written extensively about misogynist couturiers who get rich fetishizing femininity. But in case you missed it, my position is this: fashion designers hate women, from Gaultier to Nike. It makes no difference if they’re gay men or the sisters of gay men. To wit:
Donatella Versace, the yellow-haired, […]

Old Line State becomes the Take Your Sweet Time State

The Maryland state motto is “Manly deeds, womanly words.” Which is a hot one. Maryland’s deeds may indeed be manly — and I don’t intend that as a compliment — but womanly words, specifically the word ’stop,’ currently have no legal standing in the Old Line State.
For it is in Maryland, as has become generally […]

“Prosti-tots” invade America

I’m attempting DIY car repair this morning, and I don’t really know what the hell I’m doing so I expect it’ll take all day and about 17 trips to Pep Boys, so I don’t have time to elucidate wildly, but I just read in Broadsheet about some “hand-wringing” article (”hand-wringing” — that’s leftyblogulese for […]

New spamulator alert

I baked this macaroni & cheese while not watching The Big Game.
Afer complaints piled up about the mathulator and, more recently, about the secret passwordulator, I’m testing out a yet another question-response anti-spam plugin. It appeals to me because, in addition to foiling spambots, it is designed to ensure that the commenter has at least […]

Cybersleaze

Whenever sales are lagging, and “something more is needed” — as has been determined by this dude Brian Shuster who wants to make a bunch of money off his multi-user online fantasyland — the “something more” turns out to be sex.
Why does the phrase “something more” even still exist? Do we really need two words […]

The professor and the jerk

The gripping tale of a young spinster aunt’s feminist epiphany
The year is 1983. I’m in year 5 of a four-year liberal arts program. Portents abound to suggest that my contributions to Western civilization will be few, if any, and destined for the realm of the ideal rather than the practical. By which I mean, I […]

The Sarah Silverman Program isn’t funny

This post about TV is really just an excuse to publish a picture of cake. Coconut cake.
The older I get, the lower the altitude at which are flying the fucks I give about pop culture. It’s true! I don’t listen to The Shins. I haven’t seen “Borat,” and have made no plans to do so. […]




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