A certain co-blogger of mine would be far too modest to blog her own moment of feminist triumph, so I presume to relate the tale on her behalf, as a Friday-sized dose of feelgood feminism.
The scene: evening in a busy restaurant, where the Blogger Who Shall Not Be Named works waiting tables when her nose is not firmly lodged in the Renaissance. Zoom in on a table of garrulous wealthy white American males, who have just finished eating.
Blogger who shall not be named: Excuse me, I’m afraid I can’t reach your plate, could you pass it to me please?
Honky alpha male American: (does not respond)
BWSNBN: excuse me…
Honky alpha male American: I’m sorry, I was just thinking about the amazing sex we’re going to have later.
BWSNBN: What, all of you?
(Honky alpha male American turns a satisfying shade of puce at the twin concepts of, like, totally emasculating man-sex AND being outwitted by a walking vagina)
Sometimes it’s fun to play morons at their own game.