Things Are Growing More Dire By The Day, My Dear

Everyone knows that our once revered 8.5 x 11" bible of a magazine isn't much too look at or care about anymore. The website is "meh" (read: it makes me want to roll my eyes so hard I appear to have suffered an epilepsy) as well. And since that website was the homepage on my laptop, I knew I had to take the Oregon Trail to brighter, smarter, and just plan better pastures. You know, so my horses could eat better hay and I could churn tastier butter (mmmm, buttteerrrr).

So I went to a certain website that happens to rhyme with Lezebel. Okay, it's obvious. Jezebel. For the longest time (forever), I loved Jez because the writers were intelligent and well-referenced and the commenters were some feisty, empowered feminists who could talk freely about anything from pussy to politics, from condoms to computers, from fucking to foreign diplomacy...you get it.

And so it is a sad day in the world when even Jezbel begins to unfold. It perhaps started a long time ago, or maybe more recently - who knows. What I do know is that we have to act fast and act now because in a very short time there isn't going to be anything left for us. We're going to have to make it ourselves.

So let's get to it guys. The power is yours!

Ya'll like that Captain Planet reference?

E