There is a vacuum in my life that used to be filled by the inestimable musings of Twisty Faster at I Blame the Patriarchy. IBTP has been inactive for a while now and, when I’m not worrying about Twisty’s health and wellbeing, I’m feeling bereft.

These are difficult times for feminists — peril besiges us on all sides. Popular culture continues to churn forth demeaning images of and ideas about women. American politics is characterized a prolonged episode of hand-wringing about the capabilities of a woman (a woman!) to lead the country. The Supreme Court continues to tip perilously to the right, putting women’s right to choose in danger. And the ongoing, heartwrenching, and corrupt war in Iraq … what can even be said about the implications for women here and in the Middle East?

In times like these, we need a voice of wisdom to sort through the bullshit, pinpoint the perpetrators, identify solutions — and do it all with a smirk. In short, we need Twisty.

Here are just a few topics that would benefit from being Twistified:

• Hillary (nuff said)
• Oprah endorses Obama — and apparently (according to every major new outlet) creates a crisis for black feminists. Um, really?
• Oprah coins “va-jay-jay”. Feminism is set back decades — or is it centuries?
• Fans go wild for the upcoming Sex in the City movie and the prospect that Carrie gets married! Or, gets pregnant! Seriously.
• The MySpace scandal — impersonation, harrassment, suicide, and one fucked up case of mother love.

For Twisty’s silence, naturally, I blame the patriarchy.