I really wanted to write a post today that was full of cotton candy and unicorns and, yes, kittens farting rainbows. That had been the plan yesterday afternoon, but then I found out the back-story about the woman who just had octuplets in California. That was going to be my morning post.

But I watched the Superbowl last night and everything changed after the Teleflora ad.

I am now full of righteous indignation. Mother Bergs told me to find something I'm good at and stick with it. I'm good at being full of righteous indignation. Also at sanctimonious pontification, but that comes later.

Here's the deal: I am a feminist. I am not apologetic about it. I do not struggle with it. Feminism means that women have the choice to work outside of the home at a rate of pay equal to our male counterparts. It means that we can decide to stay home with our children. It should mean that if we decide to go back to work after having children, we wouldn't be penalized. I have never believed in the ERA. Like Ainsley Hayes from "West Wing", I'm easy. The fourteenth amendment protects me just fine, thankyouverymuch. I think that we should joke from time to time about the differences in genders BECAUSE SOME OF THEM ARE FUNNY. "Differences", however, should not be confused with "stereotypes'". "Differences" should not be confused with "mean".

I debated about whether or not to link to the offending commercial, but then I realized that was ridiculous. I want you to see it so you can make up your own mind and agree with me. The premise of the ad is that a woman gets a box of flowers sent to her at the office. A small crowd gathers to watch her open them. She opens the box and the flowers begin to tell her that she's ugly. No one wants to see her naked. She's not good enough to get flowers in a vase. In case you didn't see the ad, I AM NOT EXAGGERATING. Here it is: