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Updated Feminist Book Titles For A Sensitive Male Audience

The Feminine Mystique But Really All Humans Are Mysterious

We Should All Be Humanists

A Gentle Suggestion of The Rights of Women

A Room of One’s Own But Please Come In

Feminism Is For Everybody And We’re Open To Feedback

The Second Sex Because Men Really Are Fantastic

Aren’t I a Man: White Men and Egalitarianism

Bad Feminist

Cunt: A Declaration of Independence

Hi, My Name is Dionysus And I’ll Actually Have A Seltzer

Hey, Dionysus is here! Let’s get this party started! No. Kids, the party is over. No longer will I be the trained monkey pouring wine for you while my life falls apart.

Yeah, the life of the party and actual God of wine and revelry is fun for a couple hundred years, but I’m pushing a few millennia and I need a break. I’m not saying, I won’t ever make any wine (no, I will not bartend at your daughter’s quinceanera)but can I be the God of sommeliers? Fuck, Lacroix even?

Frankly, I’m embarrassed to be the old guy at the party. I’m starting to think all those 19 year old girls only want to hang out with me for the free wine and don’t even listen to the mix cds I make. Doesn’t anyone appreciate fine lyre playing anymore?

Yes, at one point I enjoyed teaching generations how to play kottabos but in those days there was nothing else to do other than drink and fuck yourself to death.

At this point in my life I’d rather take a train through Napa Valley than wake up covered in vomit on Aphrodite’s front yard. I’d rather hike through Tuscany alone than go to one more party and hear some Satyr playing “Santeria” on his pipe all night.

Now is the time for me to to build relationships with my known children and locate the thousands I walked out on, but so much time has been lost. I have apologized to hundreds of Goddesses, nymphs, and handsome animals for my poor behavior and have come out stronger for it.

I see now that life can be meaningful without guzzling copious amounts of delicious wine until I have to get my stomach pumped.

I can get to know woodland creatures as critters before jumping into bed with them.
I made the most incredible birdhouse yesterday. I’m even learning how to make pasta.

They’ll say, Dionysus used to be fun. It’s true. I was down for anything and now I owe millions of dollars in child support, have one kidney, and am riddled by a legion of genital warts. Enjoy your party, kids.

Reasons I Didn’t Kiss You On New Year’s Eve

You turned your head at an improbable angle where I would be kissing your sternum.

You had cheeto dust on your lps.

The kiss would be too magical and I’m not ready to get married.

You sent me mixed signals by staring at the ceiling and turning your body slightly away from mine.

I just finished an amazing red onion salad.

I am a passionate lover and wouldn’t want to leave you in a state of delirium at a house party.

You told me not to.

4 Ways To Manifest a Better Life Until Your Trust fund Kicks In

Three months is a long time to wait until you never have to worry about money again. Don’t worry! Follow these tips to live your best life until you turn 21 and join the 1%.

1. Practice Gratitude By Being Thankful For Your Shabby Tribeca Loft

The key to having a super amazing life is to be thankful for the life you have now. Sure, your apartment only has three skylights and your doorman isn’t cute but it won’t be like this in three more months. So look around at the Tribeca loft your parents bought you and say thank you, universe.

2. Visualize Your Future Outfit For Your Forbes Magazine Cover

Be specific if you’ll have bangs or not. Front bangs or side bangs? Tiffany earrings or David Yurman? Louboutins or a sensible Chanel flats ? This is your chance to show America what a young CEO who started with only a few millions looks like.

3. Meditate On Your Desires When Your Masseuse Asks For Time Off

While she’s talking about spending time with her family that she hasn’t seen three years, it’s your chance to really focus on what you want in life. Is it love? Diamond encrusted pizza? Harry Styles releasing doves whenever you enter a room? Do a little soul searching while you have the chance to think about yourself.

3. Practice Self Care By Fucking On Your Parent’s Yacht

Being anxious and not getting laid won’t get you your trust fund faster. In between worrying about if your future infinity pool will give you vertigo and what color should your jet’s carpet be, you’re going to be super stressed out. Get rid of that extra stress and bang your ex from prep school.

4. Be Generous & Share Financial Advice With Your Public School Friend

Reach out to that girl (Hannah or Anna?) who let you sit with her at lunch that day you visited public school. Share your knowledge of tax loopholes and the best beaches for your offshore accounts. When you share, you always get more back (except money).

I Am The Christmas Roast Holding This Family Together

If you thought tradition and seasonal joy could keep your family together; you are utterly incorrect.It is I, Christmas Roast, that causes this home to fill with step cousins and your grandma’s new boyfriend. From every corner of the tri-state area, your family flocks together for me.

Imagine how amazing I will taste in just thirty minutes.

Is it thirty minutes because your mother said I was almost done forty-five minutes ago and your stomach is howling. She never seems to get the times right. Does she? Remember that time she missed your jiu jitsu belt ceremony? Don’t think of that. Think of me.

Aunt Helen’s mouth is full of my delectable meat that her annual racist tirade might be pushed back to New Year’s Eve. She takes a sip of Merlot and mentions immigration before biting into me and forgetting her inane point. Congratulations, your new boyfriend isn’t afraid of your family. May you savor this harmonious moment, no matter how brief.

Ah, cousin Peter, devours two servings of me before passing out in the garage. Full of my succulent meat he can’t continue eating anymore and he inches towards fatal heart disease. How lucky you are because he would have asked you for four hundred dollars for his “incredible business opportunity” for the fifth year in the row. You’re quite welcome.

Your father inhales three servings of me and starts to choke just as he inquires why you haven’t received an undergraduate degree in six years. You almost mumbled “dropping out” before your mother had to give him the heimlich maneuver. Your father has forgotten what he was talking about and your charade as a promising student and dutiful daughter continues. For now.

Remember, it was I who brought you together and it is I who will tear you all apart. We grow closer to the end of dinner and you eye your Aunt Rita. Will she take the last cut of roast? She always looks out for herself and never sent you a birthday card. Or perhaps, your brother Cody will take me? As a growing boy and the only child your parents planned to have; he always feels entitled to the last cut of meat doesn’t he?

Enjoy the rest of your Christmas motherfuckers.