If I had a laptop, I'd be writing this from the park.

It's unseasonably mild again this weekend, with temperatures in the double digits and crisp, clean breezes. It's a good day to walk along Sherbrooke, doing errands.

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Twisty was in fine form yesterday, with a rare glimpse into the architecture of her politics. Choice quote:

See here. The patriarchy I blame isn't people, it's a system. It is a hierarchical system of dominance at the gilded pinnacle of which pink-faced male captains of industry luxuriate, and at the rat-infested bottom of which poor brown women die screaming in filth and penury. In between are sub-hierarchies, but one constant obtains across all class, cultural and geographical lines: within any given hierarchy, women are consistently relegated to the lowest possible status.

And the rich white guy outranks everybody.

Bask in the brilliance.