Femme Revolution

Flash Mooning

2005-01-03T07:40:00.000-08:00

In this holiday season, your bladder is a weapon of psychological warfare.

Synchronise watches with your recruits, and brief the team that on Saturday night at precisely 11.52pm each member should crouch down and urinate in as public a place as possible. Remind operatives to keep their John Fluevogs clear of effluent.

Family Values

2005-01-02T09:15:00.000-08:00

First, find your butch. Muscle loosely veiled with a little fat, and slightly terrifying, like a young Gene Hackman.

Take her out in the New Year Sales, and find a row of seats being fought over by suburban housewives who think their sore feet give them empathy with Aceh refugees.

I'm sorry, you say, but you're going to have to move.

Wait while your lady friend trains her beady mean eyes on them and moves her hand ominously towards her back pocket, which may just be big enough for an RPG.

You see, you add, my wife is carrying our baby and she really needs to sit down.

The Weapons of the Enemy Look Better on You

2005-01-01T07:27:00.000-08:00

In an urban combat environment, you may frequently be assailed with taxing questions such as:
Hey sexy, wanna fuck?

Or alternatively, some gentlemen may begin their sortie with a stroking manoeuvre along the thigh, or (in a particularly optimistic move), may launch a hand directly between the legs and continue moving north.

But remember, the true femme revolutionary does not meet her enemy on the battleground of his choosing.

Instead, having observed the hostile element's trajectory, you should locate his likely next target, and whisper softly in her ear:
That guy [point to the enemy position, and wait for him to leer appealingly] said you wished I would ride you like a cowboy with a wayard filly.

This is what is known to strategists as a win-win situation.

Femme Revolution!

2004-12-31T11:31:00.000-08:00

Have you ever wondered how to overthrow the state without scuffing your nails?
How to rob a bank using only your natural charisma and a semi-automatic rifle concealed in your thigh-high boot?
How to use the glory of your swimsuit-clad body to bring peace to the cosmos?

Then you need to spend less time watching movies, honey.

This is your guide to the real Femme Revolution.