Seriously late to this party (and everything up to today's Tabs) because I had a lot of shit to do over the weekend, but I can't be the only one to see the visual similarity between Phil Phillips and Ewic Twump, right? Maybe HE'S Ewic's real dad instead of Gary Busey!
Is that the same Jackass who was responsible for "The Truth About The Lord of the Rings" and " The Truth About Harry Potter"? I vaguely remember seeing those books in a little Christian bookshop I used to buy art supplies from for my college courses (they had a decent stock of reasonably priced oil paints).
So I'm planning on buying from the fundraiser as soon as I can consult with others who would be sharing it with me. Relevant info for Wonkets - they also have pizza combo pack codes in case you don't want to make the stuffs yourself! They're all pretty damn good deals, too. Also too, I like Little Caesars quite a lot, and never forget that the founder paid Rosa Parks' rent for some years (among quite a lot of other pretty great things he did).
Ta, Robyn, and Happy International Women's Day. I watched the wannabe-tradwife video, and that was enough for me. Not only am I a feminist, I am happily married to one. He's a briliant cook who has become a brilliant vegan cook, and I must say it's lovely that I don't have to cook every meal. I did make brunch, which we finished a short while ago.
Oh, America 2025, where the only women officially recognized are the ones draped across a truck hood in a Monster Energy commercial, and even they better not ask for equal pay.
So here we are, International Women’s Day, a holiday birthed by socialists, immortalized by communists, and now begrudgingly tolerated by an American right-wing that would rather we all just quietly go back to the 1950s. But without the strong unions or affordable housing. The Republican-led government has erased Women’s History Month faster than they erased Roe, and yet somehow, we’re the hysterical ones when we call this a patriarchal death cult.
And of course, no celebration of women is complete without the internet’s favorite genre of self-own. Women crying about feminism while simultaneously proving why we still need it. Case in point, our salt-sprinkling tradwife in distress. “Did feminists ever consider that maybe some of us wanted to stay in the kitchen?” Girl, if you wanna live your life as a Victorian houseplant, go nuts. No one is stopping you. But if the only men who agree with you are calling you "too old" and obsessing over your nose ring, maybe, just maybe, the problem isn’t feminism.
And speaking of delusional nonsense, let’s talk about Turmoil in the Toybox because what better way to honor women than with a full-blown Satanic Panic flashback? Apparently, in the ‘80s, Phil Phillips was out here screaming that Smurfs and He-Man were leading kids straight to Lucifer’s flaming embrace. I hope this man lived long enough to see furries because if a cartoon wizard made him lose his mind, modern internet culture would have annihilated him.
Anyway, if we’re not allowed to have Women’s History Month anymore, then I propose we spend the rest of March doing exactly what pisses off these theocratic misogynists the most. Get loud. Get unruly. Support abortion funds. Buy books banned by Florida. Make them regret ever thinking they could erase us.
Was on my way to the Women's March in Chicago when the gd'd phone rang and I gd'd answered it and got caught up in IT DISASTER with our new database and missed the gd'd Women's March, which my friends went to Because /I/ asked them to meet me there. So gd'd annoyed.
starting to enjoy my over 40 eyes coming in. read that initially as "farting" couch, which i assume trump has in every room. likely vance prefers those. they're warmer.
the current administration does allow for mild celebration of Aunt Lydia types. so Kayleigh McEnany, K-K-Karoline, Pam Bondi, puppy-killer Kristi Noem, and that wrestling lady get to enjoy a piece of cake on their birthday, as long as they remember the piece with two scoops of ice cream isn't for them.
Amazon wants me to celebrate International Women's Day by enjoying discounts on a random selection of Kindle books. A quick glace at the list shows its a grab bag of random women who wrote thrillers or mysteries. Somehow Octavia Butler got slapped in there.
In other words, DEI bad, unless we can move product.
Seriously late to this party (and everything up to today's Tabs) because I had a lot of shit to do over the weekend, but I can't be the only one to see the visual similarity between Phil Phillips and Ewic Twump, right? Maybe HE'S Ewic's real dad instead of Gary Busey!
Sure we are! Donald Trump LOVES women! Why would he have groped and leered at so many of them if he didn't love them?
Eagle's Nest Productions? Das ist sehr gut!
What ever happened to Phil Phillips? Did someone finally check his hard drive or his crawl space?
It was her fault that she chose to be born 100 years too late.
Is that the same Jackass who was responsible for "The Truth About The Lord of the Rings" and " The Truth About Harry Potter"? I vaguely remember seeing those books in a little Christian bookshop I used to buy art supplies from for my college courses (they had a decent stock of reasonably priced oil paints).
So I'm planning on buying from the fundraiser as soon as I can consult with others who would be sharing it with me. Relevant info for Wonkets - they also have pizza combo pack codes in case you don't want to make the stuffs yourself! They're all pretty damn good deals, too. Also too, I like Little Caesars quite a lot, and never forget that the founder paid Rosa Parks' rent for some years (among quite a lot of other pretty great things he did).
Ta, Robyn, and Happy International Women's Day. I watched the wannabe-tradwife video, and that was enough for me. Not only am I a feminist, I am happily married to one. He's a briliant cook who has become a brilliant vegan cook, and I must say it's lovely that I don't have to cook every meal. I did make brunch, which we finished a short while ago.
Oh, America 2025, where the only women officially recognized are the ones draped across a truck hood in a Monster Energy commercial, and even they better not ask for equal pay.
So here we are, International Women’s Day, a holiday birthed by socialists, immortalized by communists, and now begrudgingly tolerated by an American right-wing that would rather we all just quietly go back to the 1950s. But without the strong unions or affordable housing. The Republican-led government has erased Women’s History Month faster than they erased Roe, and yet somehow, we’re the hysterical ones when we call this a patriarchal death cult.
And of course, no celebration of women is complete without the internet’s favorite genre of self-own. Women crying about feminism while simultaneously proving why we still need it. Case in point, our salt-sprinkling tradwife in distress. “Did feminists ever consider that maybe some of us wanted to stay in the kitchen?” Girl, if you wanna live your life as a Victorian houseplant, go nuts. No one is stopping you. But if the only men who agree with you are calling you "too old" and obsessing over your nose ring, maybe, just maybe, the problem isn’t feminism.
And speaking of delusional nonsense, let’s talk about Turmoil in the Toybox because what better way to honor women than with a full-blown Satanic Panic flashback? Apparently, in the ‘80s, Phil Phillips was out here screaming that Smurfs and He-Man were leading kids straight to Lucifer’s flaming embrace. I hope this man lived long enough to see furries because if a cartoon wizard made him lose his mind, modern internet culture would have annihilated him.
Anyway, if we’re not allowed to have Women’s History Month anymore, then I propose we spend the rest of March doing exactly what pisses off these theocratic misogynists the most. Get loud. Get unruly. Support abortion funds. Buy books banned by Florida. Make them regret ever thinking they could erase us.
Our calendar still marks all pre-Sir Holidays.
Our maps still read 'Gulf of Mexico'. Some even read 'Golfo de Mexico'.
Our photos of Mt. Rushmore do not include a photoshopped Shithead. I mean 'Sirhead'..
I mean "shithead".
I think you might mean “shitheel”…
Ah, yes. Right you are.
I'm sure General Motors is under serious pressure from the administration to change the name of their pickup from the Denali to the McKinley.
(Also, Tacoma to Rainier )
Huh. Given a few minutes we swap the letters on parked trucks to read “Denial”.
On Phil Phillips: https://www.cracked.com/blog/5-deranged-authors-who-wrote-same-book-over-over (#2 on this list)
On Gary Greenwald: you make the music go back, you hear Satan speaking. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdXek5d2ocw
That Cracked article is gold! I thought of it the second Phil Phillips popped up!
I hope you're familiar with Seanbaby's more recent work: https://1900hotdog.com/
I am! I've been cracking up at his work since EGM, which I realize now was more than 20 years ago.
Was on my way to the Women's March in Chicago when the gd'd phone rang and I gd'd answered it and got caught up in IT DISASTER with our new database and missed the gd'd Women's March, which my friends went to Because /I/ asked them to meet me there. So gd'd annoyed.
There is good money to be made in scaring people about little things.
Trump hasn't made a comment insulting all women today? I must head for my fainting couch!
But seriously, folks, as Hillary said, "Women's rights are human rights." Now human rights should exclude MAGAs and Elon.
It's not even noon yet here on the East Coast. Give it time.
starting to enjoy my over 40 eyes coming in. read that initially as "farting" couch, which i assume trump has in every room. likely vance prefers those. they're warmer.
the current administration does allow for mild celebration of Aunt Lydia types. so Kayleigh McEnany, K-K-Karoline, Pam Bondi, puppy-killer Kristi Noem, and that wrestling lady get to enjoy a piece of cake on their birthday, as long as they remember the piece with two scoops of ice cream isn't for them.
Amazon wants me to celebrate International Women's Day by enjoying discounts on a random selection of Kindle books. A quick glace at the list shows its a grab bag of random women who wrote thrillers or mysteries. Somehow Octavia Butler got slapped in there.
In other words, DEI bad, unless we can move product.