You know you’ve had a bad week when the thought of Tweedle-Dean going to hell is a cheery one. I’ve just finished Intercourse by Andrea Dworkin, and damn, putting the ipod on shuffle is illuminating enough without the misogyny saturation of Supernatural.
Also, since when was a coven (young, white and hawt) Mother, Mother and Mother? And what is with the witch-hatred?
I’m cheering for Lilith. Who’s with me?