Just yesterday I was thinking about this post, about how I would put it up today, that in the future (after the initial series) I could do a regular Dude-Free Thursday thing and what fun that could be: blahblahblahlalalalalafrolickwithunicornsandfaeries
Instead my morning started with Chonky (and I) spending a couple of hours back and forth on the phone with her “father”, the Senior Care Provider Company, LLC™ and the property manager of the habitat in which he is “wintering” His Most Pescious-almost-100-year-old buttocks, trying to set everyone straight on basic issues that have already been covered about 14 times since November. There are a total of six grown women who *look out* for him there in varying capacities, but not counting the women who clean his apartment, serve him at the restaurant, etc., and all of them are questioning themselves and us (the two women who make sure that the bills are paid!) because HE told them something different.
And, today, I am reminded just how much male-centric mental infrastructure can still inspire me to infuriation. So much so that it sort of sucked the lalalalala right out of me and this entire Dude-Free Thursday.
In the meantime please see Undercover Punk’s latest post as it dovetails ever so nicely with the separatist/”revolution”/resolution discussion-at-large and I personally give it:
Two Sisters Up! (OO)