Well, Maybe You Want to Have Sex with Women from One to One Hundred…

Via Rachel, a judge says

When I say that it’s my understanding that most men are sexually attracted to young women. When I say young women I don’t just mean women that are appropriately you should be attracted to. I mean women from the time they’re one all the way up until they’re a hundred.

I say, yuck.  Seriously, if you feel the same way about looking at this as you do about looking at this, seek professional help right now.

(I will spare you my rant about how this kind of attitude makes a certain type of sense if you’ve reduced women and thus sex with women down to just ease of access to vaginas and hence the importance of loving whole grown women for all we have to offer.)

The Hat with Ears Prototype

As you may recall, approximately one million years ago, Plimco asked me to make her a hat with ears.  I told her I would make a hat with ears prototype that she could then examine and decide if she liked.  We could then modify the design, she could get me yarn in a color she liked, and I would whoop her up one.

So, here is the hat with ears prototype.  On the real hat, I’m going to do the ears a little different, so that they’re more stand-up-y and less fold-y.

But here’s my question for you crafters out there.  Why is the top of the hat pointed?  And, do you think that, if she washes it, the point will go down?

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I Already Have the World’s Largest Head!

Y’all I literally already have the world’s largest head.  I can’t buy hats.  I can’t fit into birth canals (not for business, obviously, just for pleasure).  I can barely sit at a small table with friends for all the room my giant head takes up.

I was feeling a little better about it after seeing all the ugly authors Trashley posted today.  After all, if George Eliot can write with a nose that big, I can blog with my ginormous head.

However, if I keep stumbling across stuff like this, it will be very difficult for me to not get an even larger, almost Mr. Mackey-esque, head.

The whole post is very nice, but “periodically redefines feminism to suit its author’s mood” makes me laugh every time I read it.

I can only hope there will be an Aunt B. school of feminism one day where young feminists are taught how to flirt shamelessly with the whole damn world and kick serious intellectual butt.

I could live with that legacy.