Where's My Mega-Fem!

I am probably one of the least feministic people out there. I won’t deny I went to college for a degree in being a misses. I have no problem making sandwiches without an opinion in my pretty little head. But I received an email today that even I had to raise an eyebrow.

The story goes I placed an ad out on craigslist as a guitarist. I’m bored most nights, and it would be really cool to be part of a band. I’ve only been playing the damn thing for ten years might be nice to make it more relevant than having a hitchhikers thumb, whatever. So anyway, I’ve got back a few replies but every time I send them a sample I never hear back.

I always suspected it was these pesky breasts, but I got my confirmation this afternoon in the following email…

Your stuff sounds pretty good, although seeing as we do all "guy" songs it might not be the best fit for you.

Now let’s make it clear. My ad is for a guitarist, and the gentleman approached me looking for a GUITARIST! Maybe I missed that guitar class but I don’t know of a single song that has a bitchin wang solo or a penis minor chord.

My dilemma now is I feel like this can’t go without a snarky comment but what would it accomplish? I certainly don’t want to join a band with that mind set. And between you and me female come backs are hardly ever as witty as we wished they were.

I guess for now I’ll set the guitar back on the rack and leave this beauty next to Patrick’s sandwich and hope it finds its way in my kitchen this Christmas.