This blog will be moving to FuckYouFeminist.com sometime in the future.

For now there's an outdated page there, but you should still be able to find out lots about me that way.

FROM THE PAGES OF ANTI-FEMINISM.COM: "It's a recurring question among men: what do you do when the man-bashing starts?"

Ummm. . . I need to explore this site more.

Or not.

POPsmear 21.0 | Big, Busted Teens (for all the girls who've killed before):
". . . a sampling of some remarkable deadly dolls."

For some reason I've always been fascinated by stories of women who kill. Okay, I (like everyone else in America) am fascinated by stories of killing in general. But psycho-cunt killers excite me most of all. I guiltily thrill and celebrate the way they seem to prove we can be just as violently powerful as guys.

Even while I wish they didn't exist (not only to save their victims but also to avoid admitting that we may not be the superior gender), I revel in their "strength".

Yeah, it's totally fucked up, I know.

Girlbomb -- Articles and Other Scandals: "And if you're brave enough to call yourself a feminist -- any kind of feminist -- then you're my heroine."

Take the quiz -- not surprising, but the "d"s (though imperfect) were my favored answers.

DR. LAURA'S PROPER CARE AND FEEDING OF HUSBANDS
NEWS.com.au | OK, dear it might fix my headache (October 3, 2003): "In her latest book, she writes: 'If husbands are expected to go to work and earn money and visit relatives they don't like, why can't wives put out on demand?' "

Scary or true? Or both?

Dr. Laura IS a dangerous force, my friends.

QUICK PICK-ME UP
My PMS has reached explosive levels. While trying to do the dishes I could barely restrain myself from simply flinging and shattering each plate into the porcelain sink one after the other. It wouldn't have been enough though . . . I'd have needed to go tip over the refrigerator then kick deep dingy dents in the stove.

So far the only thing holding me together is a visit to Deep Thoughts and the knowledge that Tucker is frying up a heavily buttered and salted chicken quesadilla.

Deep Thoughts - Archive - 2: "Once while walking through the mall a guy came up to me and said 'Hey, how's it going?'. So I grabbed his arm and twisted it up behind his head and said 'Now whose asking the questions?'"