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The continuing exploits of Britain’s merry rapists

Today’s unrelated photo is from my critically acclaimed series “The Airstream Creperies of Austin.” Flip Happy Crepes, August 2007.
Remember back in November of 2005? No? Then let me be your guide through the mists of time. November of 2005 is when Ontarioian (?) ass-carbuncle Jan Luedecke was acquitted of a rape charge on grounds that […]

Chapter and verse

I was lying dormant around the patio at Flipnotics the other day, listening to Stingray decant her anguished soul of bilious stories about the racist old bat she works with, when suddenly there hove into view this strolling Jesus dude. He wore a Jesus outfit and, somewhat hilariously, bore his Jesus propaganda not like a […]

I don’t know if real feminists eat this or not

Pressing spinster auntly business (I have to lounge by a pool again, dammit) will keep me away from my desk today, but I can’t see leaving yall without a photograph of some quiche. From the Blue Star Cafeteria. Which is a dumb name for a restaurant that isn’t a cafeteria.
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A selection of open letters, one of which is not like the others

Of course you care what I had for lunch: a spinach and goat cheese crepe with caramelized onion and tomato from Flip Happy Crepes.
To the two 6th St. joggers who ducked into Whole Foods, made for the produce section, proceeded to cool themselves by rolling cucumbers over their sweaty B.O. hides, and then put the […]

Still undead

Today’s unrelated photo is of the Uptown Sports Club, abandoned circa 1849. East 6th and Waller, Austin, July 2007.
Yesterday’s post, wherein the entity known as Twisty emerged from the nebulous mists of the corporeal world to rejoin the Internet after an unauthorized hiatus, elicited surprisingly copious commentaries, considering that the post was merely a brief […]

Peckish asilid of the week

I am not dead. Or even, aside from a bit of irregularity, sick. Since I freely admit to falling a bit short of meeting either of the aforementioned conditions, you may wonder why no blaming in over a week. Well, I’ll tell you. I do not have, at the moment (or, some would say, ever), […]

Garish dinner photo of the week

The foam-as-food trend, invented a few years ago by that El Bulli guy in Spain, has hit Austin at last. Or maybe it’s been here all along and I’ve eaten it 46 times but because I have chemo-brain it slipped my mind. But in any event, the other night at Zoot — an upscaly joint […]

Roly poly fish heads eat them up yum

Fried mackerel, peanuts, cilantro, lemon curd at Uchi on S. Lamar, June 6, 2007
Stingray and I waited an hour for a table at Uchi last night. Then we ordered the chef’s tasting menu (the actual name for it was a Japanese phrase meaning “I trust you”). Whereupon Jody, our server, brought us 8 or 10 […]

Spurious BattleoftheSexesWatch ‘07

Regular readers are perhaps dimly aware that the Faster family maintains a little wildlife preserve on a few acres in the Texas Hill Country. It is on this acreage that I have, for the past 2 years, been patiently waiting for a bunch of inefficient and expensive men to finish building me a house, so […]

Yo, taqueau

Sentimental butterfly photo of the week: Anthanassa texana, the Texan crescent. North South Austin, May 21, 2007.
I forgot, for a few days, that I have a blog. So many bugs to photograph, so many coffee shops to haunt. And let’s face it; is there really anything I can say about patriarchy that I haven’t already […]




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