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?'"