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*y'all are super lucky this week. cause i wrote this post on tuesday or wednesday. when i was at my usual feminist-anger level. and not the raging ragefest i am now at the end of this too long week of middle-aged straight white men telling me how to feel about my vagina. so you get a fairly cheerful post. and not the red-hot-tears-pouring-down-my-face post that would be if i had had to tackle feminist friday today. yay!*

i can't even believe we finally get a pen!



ellen is the bestest and i love her so.

enough enough enough. this bit reminded me that i have been meaning to talk about the rage-maker that is mark's work wearhouse's new campaign. too. i can't find a picture online so maybe maybe they've smartened up and taken them down*, but for realsies, for weeks all over the toronto subway were signs reading:

* mark's now accepting women

HAHAHA! yup. for real. sure they always sold stuff for ladies before, but now they are actually, like, pumped about selling stuff for ladies. like, whoa! we are welcome! no longer should we hide our heads in shame and hustle in and out with our steel-toes in hand, trying not to inconvenience the male patrons buying their sturdy belts and wooly socks. we can be proud to be shopping there! hoooray! oh wait. nope. now i will never shop there again. ooooops.

STOP IT WITH THE OTHERING! okay. thank you.

*nope! they haven't. there just aren't google-searchable versions... roommate-sarah had the joy of riding in a 'women welcome' subway car just yesterday... after i'd written this post, but before i posted. TADA! HOOOORAY!