For the heartwarming nature crappists, I present the red swamp crawfish found beached at my low-water crossing the other day. No yella labs were injured during this photo shoot. Brief thoughts of étouffée, the ancestral diet of spinster aunts of yore.
Meanwhile, there can never be a proper bloggy dustup without a mea culpa from me, and this one is no exception.
About an hour ago I started reading the comments to yesterday’s postette. Upon discovering that these were largely a perpetuation of the creepiness from the “Translucent” post commentary — despite the fact that I had expressed my disinterest in continuing this “discussion” — I blew another lobe. Whereupon I embarked on a deletion rampage. I slashed out innumerable remarks generated by the 3 or 4 commenters who had apparently mistaken I Blame the Patriarchy for their own personal blog. But something went awry, and I ended up deleting some comments that had nothing to do with that-which-we-shall-not-name. I’m sorry about that; it was a mistake, and if your remarks were among the collateral damage, I promise, it’s nothing personal.
To those of you who are inconvenienced by my sporadic attention to the moderation queue: you’re just going to have to suck it up. I am on hiatus. Hiatus means “your comment may not see the light of day for days, weeks, or ever.” I realize that you may consider this to be sub-par customer service, but remember: you always get what you pay for here at I Blame the Patriarchy!
To those of you who are considering leaving a comment on this post that has anything to do with the trans “debate”: if you do I will ban you forever.
Finally, to clarify the new-and-improved gender-identity-related commenting policy:
This blog endeavors to cultivate dude-free discourse. Therefore, any comment that expresses views proceeding from any discernible male-identified perspective, even if it is superficially pro-feminist, is not suitable for posting here.