Losing Our Heads Over Full-Body Transplants

International Women’s Day snuck up on me this year like a rapist in a dark alley.

No time to trim the tree with red and white tampons, or stuff the (support) stockings with Diva Cups and Bitch subscriptions. (I hear Dutch feminists leave their Birkenstocks out by the fireplace instead.)

I was too busy working for a living like feminists told us we were all supposed to be doing to go to the Toronto parade.