Now this is depressing.

I think I know precisely what I mean when I say it's a shpadoinkle day.

Being a feminist is kind of like noticing someone has run over your foot with their car. Sure, it's just a foot. And it's socially acceptable to abuse pedestrians, even though it's illegal. And most of the time (I hope), it's an accident. But it's hardly fair to criticize a person for noticing their newly crushed toes or *gasp* for asking the ( Read more... )