Good morning, fair readers. It's been a long six years, n'est-ce pas?
I regret to inform you all that the irascibility endemic to this blog has in no way abated. A blogger more diligent than yours truly has honored me with a runner-up slot in the 2019 Tokey Awards -- not for consuming THC, which I am not very good at, but for perpetrating journalism, which I do try my hand at sometimes.
The prize is a piping hot batch of Women Do.
Cuh-learly (as my very South Boston ex would say), these are the wages of taking arms against a sea of perky Women Start Pot Companies! stories. Data is* such a downer.
If anyone needs me, I'll be over here in Time Out Corner for the Terminally Cranky, biting various hands that feed me.
*Do not get me started. Confused About Prescriptivism is my sexual orientation.
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I might have to give you another prize for this post. Keep up the good words.
ReplyDeleteTokin Woman, you win, you win the prize. The coveted Women Do! Good Sport Prize -- which heretofore did not exist, because none of this pointy little bloglet's subjects have ever earned it.
ReplyDeleteThank you. For real.