Yes, okay, yes. I am a card-carrying member of Minnesota's preeminent pioneering feminist progressive, MNCoR (Minnesota Cackle of Rads). Like the apostles, we are the original 12 (although I prefer "impostibles") of a unified group cackling for social change and equality--not just for women but for all groups who struggle outside the hegemommy. I mean, the hegemony. Also, we occasionally discuss cocktails, shoulder pads, "boobiesocialism," nuns, prostitutes and knitting--but that is neither here nor there. We are such a force to be reckoned with, this year's Netroots Nation Minnesota conference featured a panel about our kind just yesterday.
I myself was held hostage to the Torah all day and unable to attend the conference (BTW: mazel tov on your bat mitzvah, Megan s.!), but was filled in completely during the boozy blur of the Cackle quarterly mtg. last night at the Bulldog in the Capitol City. Hub, founder of HISCoR (Husbands In Service to the Cackle of Rads) was also there and ready to serve his country. And if you think you can't really be a male or a mommy or a Christian, or sane or sensible and call yourself a feminist, read this.
Anyway, that's rad enough for a Sunday. Now on to baking cake and making ganache with the church ladies. Shabbat shalom, God Bless America, verum justicia quod parilitas, etc.