Could I have some more patriarchy, please?

Yum Yum. I love the word “patriarchy.” Using it makes me feel like I’m some kind of over-educated feminist post-modern literary critic with very little tact but a whole lot of spunk and a great ass to boot!

You know, the kind of character Barbara Streisand usually plays.

I kid. Barbara Streisand hasn’t made a movie in forever.

And I actually have a huge amount of respect for my feminist sisters, especially if they like to blog-it. And here is my new favorite blog o’ the moment:

I Blame the Patriarchy

Eh, I didn’t have to pay to get in.

Until this day, my greatest honor has been getting into bars/clubs/venues for free because I knew someone who worked there. Now, I have a new greatest honor. Apparently I’m featured in some kind of poetry book. How this happened…I don’t know. I think it has something to do with a poem I wrote a while ago that ended up in the Rocky Mountain Review. All I know is that I’m receiving a whopping $45 royalty check in the mail sometime soon.

Oh yeah, and here’s the link, just so you know I’m not lying:

Names in a Jar