Sorry, Betty Friedan

Internet, I single-handedly set feminism back fifty years yesterday. It all started when Forsooth, Office Traitor and I ventured into the depths of downtown to make it to MEAN!'s book signing. After circling downtown for what seemed to be the equivalent of a two-hour American Idol special (okay, I can't lie - I not-so-secretly love that show), we finally found the gallery. Parking downtown is notoriously difficult, and when I found what appeared to be a spot, I cut across four lanes of traffic (nerves of steel, I tell you!), and shimmied into place. In seconds flat, an officer appeared at my window, and without warning, eyelashes were being bat at hummingbird pace! I don't know what came over me, but I was all smiles and charm, and "please sir, don't let my car get towed." I don't even know who I am anymore.

We walked into the gallery, and I quickly realized I had three, count them, three, pounds in my wallet. I felt like a Grade A chump, and sheepishly asked the publisher (?) if they took credit cards. Before I knew it, he was all smiles as well and handed me a copy of the book. I tried to refuse, and offered to send the money to the publisher's office, but I think he too was mesmerized by my lashes. Anyway, the book is a collection of the Al Khan comic strip that runs in the Egyptian Daily News. Buy the book, become a fan on Facebook, or read the strip here! Preferably all three!