Along with an estimated half-million others, I marched through Washington, D.C., yesterday in support of women’s rights and in protest of the incoming administration. There were beautiful and inspiring signs everywhere. (“Vagina Dentata: This Pussy Bites Back” and “Trump’s Hands Are Too Tiny to Build a Wall” were some of my favorites, along with about 10,000 variations on “I Can’t Believe I’m Still Having to Protest This Shit.”)
But Mike Pence was largely left alone, until I saw the sign above. Mr. Vice-President, sir: You just got ethered.
(And, Vice-President Pence, if you need help understanding that term, just go to the ask.com toolbar you somehow installed on your web browser and have been unable to get rid of, type in “Urban Dictionary ethered” and then click “yes” when a smiley-face pop-up asks you if want to run a quick scan to make sure your computer is free of viruses and malware.)
