Patriarchy gives chick writers hot flushes

The writing patriarchy rules with an iron pen. Three major chicks discuss chauvinism.
Columnist Anne Applebaum: 'In the past 72 hours I've discovered I am not just an ordinary journalist or columnist. No. I am a token.'
Columnist Maureen Dowd confesses that six months into the job, she tried to quit. 'I was a bundle of frayed nerves. I felt as though I were in a "Godfather" movie, shooting and getting shot at. Men enjoy verbal dueling. As a woman, I wanted to be liked - not attacked.'
Deborah Tannen: 'There is plenty of evidence that men more than women, boys more than girls, use fighting as a format for accomplishing goals that are not literally about combat--a practice that cultural linguist Walter Ong called "agonism," from the Greek for war, agon. Watch kids of any age play. Little boys set up wars and play-fights.'
Listen: fuck men, OK? Stomp their gonads. Roll over their rods with a Humvee. Set up a war on men--get the whole thing over with once and for all. Listen to what the wife of poet Paul Muldoon had to put up with. The man started buying guitars. "We were on an acquisition conveyor belt of more guitars and related equipment, the charms of each soon negated by the undulations of the next. After that first guitar, a Cort, and its sidekick amplifier, Paul ordered up a Fender Stratocaster, a Gibson Les Paul, a Marshall amp, a reissue of a 1952 Telecaster ("like the guitar Keith plays"), an Ibanez acoustic/electric and a Fender Acoustasonic amp. It was a new and unwelcome side of a man I thought I'd known pretty well, a man who never shopped, who wore a watch with a cracked plastic band, and who drove an old unlovely car, knocked askew by a deer a decade ago. Now he was making special trips to Sam Ash in New York City (I imagined the salesmen nudging one another, "Here comes another Guitar-in-the-Basement dude, dude."). It was getting crowded down there under the floorboards. Gradually, I began to understand that it wasn't just him. There were hoards of men out there, roughly his age, frolicking in guitar wonderlands and shoring up amp arsenals in their own basements.' Read the article, it's hilarious. Men are crazy. Keep them in the basement. Lock the door. Bury them under guitars.