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Smackin’ In The Name Of….. by -Z- by -Z-

So, Wednesday night I went to dinner with a friend of mine.  This girl used to be roommates with me and .m. in college.  She is pretty much the antithesis of Pinky Links philosophy (anti-feminist, not interested in politics or current events, nestles comfortably in the patriarchy surrounding her, etc).  We call her “Charlotte” from Sex and the City.  She lives in a parallel 1950’s universe at all times.   (Now that you have some background, I will move on.) Continue reading



What’s Good, Throwback? by -Z- by -Z-

I’m posting this, because I have a blog that allows me to do so.

This was always one of my favorite Happy Tree Friends episodes.  I never watch these anymore, but a friend told me about a dream about woodland creatures they had last night, and it popped back into my head.  Which also made me think about Homestarrunner, which I used to follow at about the same time (freshman year in college…). What happened to the good ol’ days?

Freshman year of college, .m. and I were busy not studying enough, playing basketball all day, road tripping to Dubuque, hanging out with dudes named Striker and Baby T, and hating on our roommates.  We also wore midriff baring shirts.  Embarrassing.



Dear .m., You Could Do Worse! -Z- by -Z-

 

And by worse, I DO mean Andrew Bogut.

And by worse, I DO mean Andrew Bogut.

.m. has terrible taste in guys (in my opinion).  She tends to like tall, gangly, hygiene-free looking guys with lots of greasy (shaggy?) hair.  She loves when they wear hats and sweatpants (and to her credit, the right shoes). 

We have agreed on maybe….2 guys? .m. correct me, please, if there are more. One was this guy we went to college with that I hooped with on occasion, and she had a class with. He rode his bike everywhere. He had been to Chile and was super fucking hot.  The other was a football player who we fantasized about putting in chaps (I know, so lame, but he had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of…) and banging on a grass mattress (give us a break we were like 20). 

I’m not going to brag about my taste. Traditionally, I’m attracted to classic good looks (.m. would say boring!). Bodies and not necessarily brains, as it were.  So long as they shut up and get the job done, I’ve been pretty content. 

Anyways, the reason for this post, is that HERE IS A WEBSITE where women document their sorry lays.  And it is HILARIOUS. So .m., while I’ve given you a hard time about your taste in men (and don’t plan on stopping), I love you, and you could do MUCH MUCH WORSE.