Naturally you are following with unprecedented interest the shocking story of Mungo’s sudden decline, so here is the current state of affairs down at the Spinster HQ computer lab: Total disarray! But the outlook, according to the Magic Eight Ball, is good. Sure, I’m no board-certified ge...

2009 2006 Occasionally it’s instructive to contemplate the global map in terms of the patriarchy blaming population. Behold a couple Sitemeter images. Compare and contrast! The one on the bottom is from January, 2006. The top one shows the locations of the 500 most recent (as of 15 minutes ago...

I’d like to add a title to the Remedial Feminist Reading List, as well as to the OK, So I’ve Blamed The Patriarchy; What The Fuck Am I Supposed To Do Now? list, and to the Books You Must Do Everything In Your Power To Make Sure Your Teenage Daughter Reads Before Leaving For College And P...

Of the vast oceans of commentary occasioned by felonious underworld figure PZ Myers’ recent ironical expulsion from a private screening of a godbag-made anti-evolution film (while, mysteriously, his partner in crime, Richard Dawkins, was allowed to attend unmolested by creationists), none is m...

Just a few of Funeral Nation’s bronzed conceits. I promised you an acerbic dissertation on American funeral culture, but I can’t deliver. I just spent two interminable weeks immersed in the production of my late father’s last hurrah, and now that it’s finally over, the last thing I feel ...

I’d like to thank everyone who wrote in alerting me to I Blame the Patriarchy’s having been namechecked in the New York Review of Books. I got the word while on some grim business up in North Dallas. Naturally I was interested to see upon which of my blogular morsels the reigning English...

I do not have to be asked twice to plaster all over the internet photos of my new boyfriend Stanley. I snapped this one of us with my cell phone seconds before he stuck his nose out and lipped it out of my hand. Stanley is in many respects much more interesting than patriarchy-blaming, not to mentio...

Oh heck. I feel like a heel, because I ain’t dead, or all that sick, even. Which leaves pure orneriness as the explanation for the recent paucity of blogular patriarchy-blaming. By which I mean, there are 237 reasons why I haven’t posted in quite a while, but none of them have to do with...

It is not beautiful yet (for instance, it contains a renegade blogroll not of my doing), but I've gone and migrated I Blame The Patriarchy to its new home, and if you want your comments to live in posterity, please leave'em over there. TypePad's bummin me out. And if you have any idea how I learn ho...

I'm AWOL today, taking a trip without leaving the farm, so to give you an idea of the quality readership here at I Blame The Patriarchy, here are a couple of links readers have sent in: A vibrator that can be controlled by a Bluetooth phone in possession of a third party [From Birte in Germany] Some...