Oh, brother.

Hiding in the Scriptorium and waiting for the heat to fade. The boys and Click are sacked on the shelves, everybody's safe, everything's coollaid-back, and I'm aimlessly surfing the afternoon away. I should be more careful where I surf.

From somewhere or other, I came upon something called A Manifesto for Conscious Women. It's an odd thing, coming from anything that calls itself Everyday Inner Peace. It might bring you inner peace, but share it with your wife and I guarantee your outer peace is over.

* I honor you for being a gentleman. I apologize for demanding that men act like gentlemen while exempting myself from acting like a lady. I apologize for poisoning the relationship between men and women with my anger. I apologize for keeping up the pretense of being sugar and spice and everything nice while I am more often the one to initiate physical violence in dating and relationships.

It goes on at substantial length, and is guaranteed to send the most peaceable feminist looking for a meat cleaver. It's written in answer to some other guy's Manifesto for Conscious Men, which is just ... oh, god...

I come to you today as a man committed to becoming more conscious in every way. I feel deep love, great respect and a growing sense of worship for the gifts of the feminine. I also feel deep sorrow about the destructive actions of the unconscious masculine in the past and present. I want to apologize to you and make amends for those actions, in order to bring forth a new era of co-creation with you.

I'd like to offer my own suggestion for the furtherance of these folks' inner peace, courtesy of that great moral philosopher, Don Henley.