All day, boys have been bombarding Cracked and its social media for a measured response to today’s column by Zoe Quinn. I thought Cracked would do the right thing and produce an immediate apology to those the article had hurt, but it is looking less likely by the minute. Fortunately, I happen to…
I was worried for a second, but if satire were LotR, Kathy just brought a flaming balrog whip to the party.
So earlier in the year I wrote this book for Adams Media. It’s a collection of funny reviews from around the internet. It has pictures and stuff and is a really good gift book for the humor-enjoying person in your life.
Tiki Bar lives up to its name: Grass and tribal masks adorn the walls, and the liquor selection boasts enough candy-colored tropical concoctions to supply a sorority party. See the profile of this NYC bar at 885 Fourth Ave. in Brooklyn.
INDIANAPOLIS, IN—Homicidal maniacs can no longer leave the house to kidnap a hitchhiker without wondering if they are next.
What’s bizarre about this onion article is it came out the EXACT same time as the first Dexter novel. So either somebody read the trades or saw it on a bookshelf and pitched it, thinking it wouldn’t take off, or ideaspace is just serving up tricks again.
You give me hope through your articles that guys can still become feminist.
I think that over all, guys are actually pretty rad, ya know? I know that for a lot of women it can seem like it’s not, because our concept of masculinity is so hilariously broken, but actual masculinity — the real stuff at the center of every guy that makes us guys — is actually good. I love being a guy. I love cars and burping and wrestling. At our core, all guys want for the world what ladies want: We want everyone to be safe, and to be treated fairly, and to find what they want.
The problem with people is that our selfishness is smarter than we are, and really good at tricking us into acting like total shitbirds. It’s tricked us into creating a set of societal standards that exist separately from any one living person, and yet give this group of people all the cookies and clothes and safety, and gives that group of people only wood chips, rags and fear. Whether or not it’s the fault of anyone alive, it’s still broken, and we still gotta fix it. Or just keep living in a broken society, I guess. That’s an option, just kind of a bummer of one.
I dunno. I’m glad the stuff I’ve said has made you feel better about a group of people in the world, because that’s the best thing I can do with my writing. I have a lot of faith in people, if only because I don’t know what the hell else I could ever have faith in.