Well, I turned 30 this weekend, and you know what that means: I’m officially part of the Patriarchy. I have become The Man whom hippies and feminists rail against, and as such I no longer have to cite sources.
Celebrations included rifles, cigarettes, whiskey, and habanerro-heavy chili, culminating in physical recreation with a Dissolute Asian Girl. What more could a man ask for?
I’ll be back next time with some more Reactionary Rantings.