After a night of rather heavy drinking and begrudging support from my friends, I decided that I would start out the new year being a better feminist (and eating more pizza) and blogging about it. (I realize this is a cliched endeavor, but Skittles--the choice amalgamated Vodka, Kool-Aid, Mountain Dew drink of fourth wave feminists--gave me steel labias.) This is where I'll deal with the hypocrisy of my desire to be rather defiant and valiant in my strong feminist beliefs while still acting utterly helpless when seducing dudes. Just kidding! I tend to just emasculate any boy that crosses my path, in a really girly and giggly way.Anyway, I will deal with the constant internal struggle I have about making rape jokes while bemoaning rape culture, about being a feminist and a Steelers fan, about wanting someone to tell me how cars work while also trying to check my own tire pressure. Amidst all of this, I will also figure out why Criminal Minds insists on savagely killing off its lady characters, determine why Mystery, the pickup artist, has come to be such an influential person in my life (I presume his gender bending ways are part of this obsession) and why Ke$ha's naked pics aren't completely horrible. But truthfully, I'll probably just comment on Jezebel articles, make really inappropriate vagina jokes, and photoshop my head on Natalie Portman's body.
In Hillary Clinton We Trust!
