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.