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such a slacker lately. Haven't even done a mission for agoraphobic maps, much to HHM's chagrin, I'd imagine. Sorry, dude.

I feel like someone is pushing a hot poker through my jaw and into my right eye. Is this cancer?

Speaking of cancer, I had a weird memory about my father. After my Dad got out of the military he was a private contractor for the military for several years, in some kind of firm. To this day, I really don't know what he did, I know it had something to do with teaching war tactics and creating war games, maybe simulation games? I don't know. That's beside the point. He had an office, and sometimes he would take us there. I would golf in the hallways. Once, when I was about six or seven I wandered into the office of one his colleagues, and starting looking around. The guy had a calender on his wall of extremely obese women in bathing suits. I thought it was hilarious and asked my dad about it. I remember him telling me that some people like women that big, and some people think these things are funny.

Anyways, after that he had to go to the courthouse, (probably to pay off some DUI charge) which was situated next to the boardwalk and fishing piers on the beach. It was pretty cold, as it was November. It was the only time I walked on the beach in fall. Afterward, he bought me lunch. One of those kids meal type things. It came with a pound puppy and a pound kitty, remember those things? I was pretty happy.

I don't know why this memory came to me, or why I am so nostalgic and girlish on a blog. I guess that is the nature of loss. Sometimes the need to express it is overwhelming. I don't do it often. But I fucking miss him. He wasn't a bad man, but he wasn't a good one either. He was terribly human, and I am a lot like him.

I don't believe in afterlife, or ghosts, or supernatural things. But I swear sometimes if I squeeze my eyes shut and just concentrate, I feel like he is still around.

Is he a misogynist:? Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Dong

Okay, maybe misogyny is a little dramatic, but many intelligent ladies are wondering, is that man sexist? Maybe he is your best friend, maybe he is your boyfriend. Either way, you need to know, cause you did not spend two months trudging through Simone de Beauvoir for nada, right? Maybe he is simply a sexist, which might be okay for you. So here are some hints to help you figure him out!

1. Has he asked you to sew, knit, darn, patch, cook, saute, bake, glaze, microwave, or clean anything?
If so, he is a sexist.

2. Has he, almost a total stranger, told you in the same sentence, that you are in fact, stupid, and that he wants to cuddle with your breasts?
If so, he is a misogynist.

3. Does he have, or is he pursuing, an advanced degree of any kind, but particularly one in the liberal arts?
If so, he is a sexist.

4. Here is a little test you can try. Misogynists and sexists are terrified and repulsed by anything to do with your period. Ask him to bring home some tampons, pads, menstrual cups, menstrual belts, whatever, from the grocery store. Does he complain, whine, shiver, or outright refuse?
If so, he is a misogynist. If not, well, he's probably one anyways.