My Sister.

The only time I wish I had a vagina is when I listen to Sleater-Kinney.


Something I've decided to do:

Some of you may or may not know that my sister is going to college next year. She's obviously as angsty as I was back when, but she's so much more mature than I was at 17. I honestly don't tell her enough how proud I am of her, but I guess that's just my family's style. Sincerity tends to make my family shiver. She's such a little badass these days.

This realization came to fruition when she told me on election night last year that if she could vote she would vote for Obama because (wait for it) she likes what he's been doing for women's rights. Little fucking badass. Even if she goes to Katy Perry concerts... I just hope she doesn't start smoking.

But what I've decided to do is make her her first mix cd from me. Because I want her to be a great women, it's going to be a four month project of vagina rock. I want to her to grab life by its chauvinistic balls and have her control the environment, instead of being the product of it.

So when she leaves for school in September after I give her my talk about watching your ass and not taking pot brownies from strangers on the bus (yes, this actually happened to a friend of mine), I'm going to give her this cd with my second spiel about the badassery I've just mentioned.