MemeMachineGo!

The SF Weekly is running Amy Alkon's (I previously posted of her putting business cards under the wipers of SUVs reading "Road-Hogging, Gas-Guzzling, Air-Fouling Vulgarian! Clearly you have an extremely small penis!") Advice Goddess column. From this week's:

The state of men, these days, mirrors the state of the martini, which has gone all frilly and girly, and requires much micro-management — lest it come in purple, with green Jolly Ranchers bobbing around Malibu Barbie's floating head.

[...] How did men get so lost? Rogue feminists helped them. They whacked men upside the head with a big bronze bust of Gloria Steinem. While they were all out cold, somebody did a lot of whispering in their ears about not acting like such hairy beasts: "Now, boys, sit down, have a civilized cup of tea, and stick out your pinkies... if you want us to like you." (P.S. We do like you like this, yes — we just won't have anything to do with you on Saturday night... nyah, nyah, nyah!)