Aw, Shucks

I just heard from my mom and my dad is out of surgery and fine. It is with mixed emotions that I report that they did not have to give him a peg leg and so he is not about to embark on a career as the Pirate Pastor. That's probably for the best anyway, as he's allergic to birds and one cannot be a proper pirate without a parrot. Anyway, because there is no tale of great harrowing dread to be had with my dad, I instead alert you to the shocking, painful, and a little funny goings-on over at Now I'm Pissed--"Yes, I enjoy a diminished level of clothing. Yes, I enjoy motorcycling." As you all know, I'm regularly flabbergasted at the half-assed way the patriarchy seems to have been thought-out. I'm always sitting behind my desk with my skirt hiked up as far as it will go and wondering, as I enjoy the fresh air, why men, with your genitalia that needs to be a few degrees cooler than 98.6, took pants and left us dresses. Let's just say that the above mentioned post sheds a little light on the possible reason. Also, when I quit my job and become a custom motorcycle builder (not because I want to build motorcycles, mind you, but just so that I can hang out with a wide variety of men with awesome facial hair), I vow today to make my mark on the motorcycle world by coming up with a bug-shield for a little lower on the bike.