I hate the winter. I hate the cold. I hate the darkness. And most of all, I hate the snow. But in this time of cold and gray, there are two things that give me hope of happier times: the NBA and Christmas. And of course, with Christmas, you get all of the great things that go with it in the season leading up to it like egg nog, Home Alone on TV, and of course, the timeless tradition of Christmas music on the radio. Years ago, I gave you my top 10 list, but this time I’d like to take a more critical look at some of our favorite Christmas songs, because I’ve got some beefs with some of these lyrics.
Hopefully you read Part I of this post. 35 ways to wage war against the oppressive patriarchy was too much even for this Femi-warrior to fit into one blog post. Just a reminder, I was 6 for 17 at fulfilling the practical steps toward advancing feminism in the first half of our battle. Let’s get back to the action and see if I can get that batting average over .500! Continue Reading
Alright folks, I make a lot of offensive remarks and jokes that could be labeled “sexist” and it’s about time that I showed some remorse. But a simple apology wouldn’t be enough to right the wrongs I’ve committed. It’s time for me to put my big-boy pants on (or maybe, big-girl pants, eh?) and do my part to end the oppressive patriarchy in our society. The following is my response to a blog that has done its best to help cavemen like myself realize our faults and learn to better appreciate women and see them as just a fellow “person”. Here’s the link if you want to read the original blog for perspective. Now let’s stop wasting time, we’ve got a culture war going on here and I can’t leave my fellow G.I. Janes in the trenches! Continue Reading
Once upon a time, there was an intense rivalry between the “Twin Cities” of Minneapolis and St. Paul. It seems to me that the hard feelings have given way to an all-around attitude of “Minnesota Nice” (a phrase that makes me cringe every time I hear it) rather than intense competition between neighboring towns. So, being the instigator that I am, I’m trying to bring back those hard feelings and stir the pot a bit. Because, let’s be honest here, who doesn’t love a good rivalry? Let’s break this down and determine once and for all which city is the “ugly sister”. Continue Reading
As I’ve hinted at many times before in past posts, your favorite blogger is about as single as they come. A life that’s full of fast food, sports gambling, reality TV marathons, and of course, blogging. Sure, like anyone else my age, I’ll venture to the local watering hole to interact with the fairer sex most weekends, but actually settling down for a life of honey-do lists, rom-coms, trips to the farmer’s market and all the other lame couples nonsense seems about as far off as a Viking’s Super Bowl at this point. I’m sure the time will come, like it does for most men, but right now I’ll relish the days of endless golf Saturdays and never having to make my bed. However, the single life apparently isn’t what some of the ladies out there are all about. Which brings me to why we’re here. A reader of mine has pointed out a blog that offers a fascinating look into the mind of an aging single woman who hears her biological clock ticking like the Tell Tale Heart, but only with a scarier ending: menopause! Read her piece, so you know what I’m responding to. Or don’t, I’m not going to twist your arm, because hey, nobody likes a nag, amiright?