I’d think my vagina is at least worth the Food Network.

I’m unpacking while the cable guy is here, and now that I’ve happened upon the “nightstand” bag, it occurs to me that I could probably at least negotiate an FXX/HGTV upgrade…

Smashing the patriarchy. Of coffee.

A male coworker and I got to the coffee pot at the same time, and he did the gentlemanly hand gesture and said, “After you.”

I enjoy being a woman.

Yes, I’m terrible feminist, but really, if getting to the legal, addictive stimulants first is the only way I know how to use my feminine wiles, that seems relatively harmless.