tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661982028247268300.post1685737735042792462..comments2023-03-25T10:04:03.380-07:00Comments on The Urban Feminist: Happy Steak and Blowjob Day!The Urban Feministhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00717164857752291219noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661982028247268300.post-39701060836737504322008-04-09T00:57:00.000-07:002008-04-09T00:57:00.000-07:00Hmm, when I saw that I assumed the guy would be *...Hmm, when I saw that I assumed the guy would be *cooking* the steak (you know, barbecueing/grilling it or whatever, since women are supposed to cook except when it's outside and then they suddenly don't know what they're doing) and that in rewards for the man grilling the delicious steak, he got a blowjob, like the whole roses-sex thing. Maybe I'm just being optimistic.<BR/><BR/>I'm still trying to get over Valentine's day. This year I decided to buy into the cliche and was totally dissapointed with my $15 box of chocolates. I way preferred the scarf I forced my boyfriend to knit last year. I forsee dissapointment in coming valentine's days if I don't lower my expectations! Dumb cliche'd holiday.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13950371958536643373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661982028247268300.post-20083095513955685442008-03-15T02:13:00.000-07:002008-03-15T02:13:00.000-07:00The first thing I thought was, "How the hell does ...The first thing I thought was, "How the hell does one discover that it's Steak and Blowjob Day? I haven't seen any signs in Clinton." Not that I usually buy cards from Clinton.<BR/><BR/>Your dental experience sounds horrendous. Glad to hear you're improving, though. God, I hope I never have to have wisdom teeth out. *shudder*midibuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15728512789281093914noreply@blogger.com