2002-01-31 - 2:47 p.m.
But enough about Dubya and his shortcomings. Enough about Enron. Enough about the treatment of Taliban and al-Qaeda prisoners (about whom this particular liberal is trying really hard to give a rat�s ass but has had little success so far). Enough about the demonstrators descending on New York for yet another round of the Anti-Globalization Tango (something else I�m having a tough time getting worked up over--the anti-globalization movement has a lot of good points to make, but these semiannual pitched battles between local police and clones of Rik from The Young Ones are an increasingly ineffective way to make them).
Forget about all of that--there�s an important anniversary to observe. Exactly one year ago, the now world-famous LESBIAN PANCAKE MEME was born:
Reading badsnake�s diary has convinced me that I need to have more lesbians in my local circle of friends. It�s not a sex thing--well, not just a sex thing--it�s the mouthwatering breakfasts she and her family have every Sunday. I�m a witty conversationalist and I clean up after myself ... any lesbians in San Diego willing to make me pancakes?
And the rest, as they say, is History.
How to celebrate? It�s obvious. Take a lesbian to breakfast this week. America�s lesbians work tirelessly year-round flipping flapjacks for a hungry nation--it�s high time we reciprocated. So, roll up your sleeves, switch on the stove and whip up a stack for that special dyke in your life--or, if you�re the sort who can�t tell a spatula from a spanking paddle, take her to your friendly neighborhood IHOP. And whatever you do, DON�T SKIMP ON THE SYRUP! Amen.
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