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I once entered "Mann Schmoulter's" true name into one of those anagram-creating websites? And what came out? was "Unclean Rot." First time out, no shit. If I'm lyin' I'm dyin'.

I'd like to suggest that from now on, whenever you want to mention Her without bringing down the plague of Her-related web ads, you simply call her Unclean Rot.

Creed looks so cute in his twee little scarf. Hee!

Dr. Sunken Tits is one of the best nicknames ever, I immediately thought that after reading today's love.

The Fug Girls use Dr. Sunken Tits a lot as Kiki seems to aschew bras waaay too much and dress in grandma's loose fitting house dresses just to show off the results of gravity.

I think it's hilarious that the hacker has put Schmoulty in the position of saying "No, I actually DID mean that....". Does she understand Karma or is that just a non-Christian religious concept? Perhaps she'll go a la Lee Atwater. (Who semi-repented at the end.)

Feministing is resurrecting that ole 'gendering toys' issue. I can't help but thinking of Phyllis Diller saying "Mommy hates housework. Daddy hates housework..." on Free to be You and Me. Too old? Oh well...

Nothing says fun and imagination to little girls like housework and laundry!

Mrs. socalled and I howled with angry laughter when we saw the commercial during the Today Show. I feel like my anti-PC credentials are reasonably well-established 'round these parts, and this fucking blight is one of the more offensively sexist commercials I have seen. I'm not particularly enamored with Feministing (as if they care), but their commentary on this fetid little piece of ugly was spot-on.

the little girl is putting clothes in her Dreamtown laundry machine while the narrator notes the cottage is a place "she can entertain her imagination!"

They're not shitting you, the ad actually says that. WTF indeed -- they should have had her father come in from work, take off his Mad Men fedora, pat her on the head, and say, "Good work, now go get the boss a cocktail, sweetie." That way she would be more prepared for the adult life Playskool envisions for her.

Mrs. socalled entertains her imagination by withholding my gin until the laundry is completed to her Fucking-A satisfaction. Then she stubs out her Dunhill on my chest, lets me sniff the empty Boodles bottle she just finished, and calls me "Cracker Boy." I don't think she grew up with the Rose Petal Cottage.

Gender roles and kids toys is indeed a very old and crusty debate. My son worships construction vehicles (or "dirt tractors" in Little A lingo), basically any large moving object from planes to motorcycles. The fascination sprung up from watching life out of my car window, I suppose, and not from a schload of Tonka trucks or whatever that his parents bought him.

I had a cardboard playhouse as a little girl, and from within its walls I melted my Barbie's hair on a naked lightbulb.

On the other hand, Little A loves helping Momma A load laundry in the machines, even attempting to push the buttons and add soap. Its bleedin' adorable. Hopefully some day he will never stand in his freshman dorm's laundry room looking bewildered until a strange female freshman takes pity on him and helps him navigate the treacherous depths of cleaning clothing.

Oh and no ripping on sewing, thank you very much! Crafting has come a long way. There's nothing anti-feminist about sewing. Pick up a copy of "Bust", for crying out loud: feminists who also revel in crafty goodness.

V, honey, I know you didn't mean nothing by it. Besides, I am mild to moderately lousy at sewing myself.

On a final note for the evening, I speak from experience when I say that Playskool makes cheap-o, flimsy toys. No loss to us if we never buy anything from them again.

I love Drew Carey. I may have to start watching Price Is Right again. I'm pretty sure I last saw it about 15-20 years ago.

The Grass Roots? That is DOPE! I cherish the oldies (and nobody in my little world knows what the hell I'm on about). Almost enough to get me to give up my UK version snobbery.

Aw shucks. *blushes*

... and I leave it up to you, YOU the reader to figure out the correct subject for that sentence.

*sigh* Damn Thursdays.

I miss making my own clothes, I need to buy me a sewing machine... or convince my mother she needs a new one and then steal hers. Brilliant plan!

Nice to know I'm not the only one who does that. Stealing things from my mom, I mean. Is it really stealing if she knows I'm taking it? What can I say, she has great taste.

I shudder at the thought of the Playskool commercial, but then I've never understood why parents would buy their children toys from a company that willfully mis-spells the word "school".
On the other hand, I have friends who are absolute slaves to their teenage daughters (14 and 17). They even make their beds for them and were horrified at my suggestion that their daughters should be doing their own laundry. A little inspiration to chip in might not be bad in that household. Of course I have a "we lived at the bottom of a lake" mentality when it comes to how people are raising children these days so maybe I'm the dinosaur here.

PaddyDog, you are in no way a dinosaur; I consider that sort of parental mentality to be tantamount to child abuse, since those kids are going to go out in the world, and have no fucking clue how to survive. Nobody ever died from learning how to make a bed, cook a meal or wash a load of laundry. And frankly, who the heck wants to be in a relationship with someone who can't figure out the working end of a dishwasher?