OMG! It's Friday. Last night, I dreamed I was a waitress again.
This week at Slate's XX Factor, I considered hymen auctions in the economic downturn, vicariously articulated my desire to throw a shoe at Bush's head, and remembered why I dislike feminism so, so very much.
Over at the Frisky, I held a sex roundup, pondered what a feminist looks like (answer: a black man), got pregnant with a car, interviewed the blogger you love to hate, discovered how unimportant I really am, and questioned step-incest.
Have a wonderful weekend, because you're a wonderful person.
I mean, aren't you?
