A Feminism’s Carol, Part 5: Hillary, a Changed Woman
XVIII. As Hillary wakes up after this ordeal, she's no longer the grumpy old witch she was before. She's rather happy, with a completely different…
A Feminism’s Carol, Part 4: The Spirit of Feminism Yet to Come
XII. As Hillary wakes up on the third day, she sees the most ghastly shape imaginable standing by her feet next to the bed, a sight almost as ghastly…
A Feminism’s Carol, Part 3: The Spirit of Feminism’s Present
VII. Like the day before, a spirit once again introduces itself to Aunt Hillary and takes her for a ride. VIII. The formerly well-ordered and…
A Feminism’s Carol, Part 2: The Spirit of Feminism’s Past
III. Hillary overslept as usual, and when she woke up, she found it was just before noon on a weekday. Blue-collar men had already been at work for…
A Feminism’s Carol, Part 1: Bill’s Ghost
I. A priest is addressing the fifty or so people gathered at a cemetery as a coffin is being lowered into the ground. "A precious soul departed our…
Thot Control
Some time ago, yours truly woke up one morning to what I expected to be just another ordinary day. But instead, I found I was living in the year…
Alcohol Drought
It's three o'clock in the afternoon; Linda is standing outside the red wooden cottage where John and company are inside sleeping, not having awoken…
