A ranty, funny, dead-serious intersectional feminist blog.

A Blog By Any Other Name…

…would not have been this blog.


A pelican. These things are fookin’ huge!

This is the post where I talk about how this site got its name. It’s not a very long story, so I’ll also ramble a bit about other stuff, like the fact that I haven’t posted in over a week because I went on a road trip to California. I fully intended to write at least one post during that time, but it just was not in the cards. I’m not as young as I used to be, friends, and though traveling with a carload of women–all menstruating, by the way, except me (no uterus!)–is a blast in many ways, it takes a LOT out of me. I had as much energy as it took to do my share of the driving and then sit on the beach while everyone else frolicked in the surf like sea nymphs. (I’d have done some frolicking myself, despite my exhaustion, had we made it to So. Cal., but bad traffic cost us a day, and the water in central CA is COLD.) So, yeah. No writing while I was gone, but we did see seals, otters, pelicans, sea lions, and every type of road kill on your Roadkill Bingo card. And when I wasn’t driving, I rode shotgun and made the youngsters ride in the back. Age has its privileges.

Back to the title of this blog. It might have been very much like this one despite the name–although most certainly without all the sammiches. As I said before, I started a couple of other blogs, which are still out there, but this one had been simmering on the back burner of my mind for a while. I just didn’t know what to call it. I worked hard to come up with a good title. I scribbled on legal pads, made mind maps, brainstormed with my boyfriend, but nothing stuck. Then one day I decided to hell with it, I’m going to put something together and I’ll come up with the title later. When I found the perfect header graphic and put it in place, I thought I’d play with some fonts, so without even thinking about it I typed in a working title. You guessed it: Make Me a Sammich. I giggled at myself, and then cocked my head to one side, and then the other, like a dog when it’s trying to figure out a difficult math problem, and then I squinted at it, and kind of twisted my mouth in that way I do when I’m trying to decide whether I can really get away with something that just might be too clever for my own good. Then I giggled again and smirked and nodded and that was that.

In case this is your first time on the Internet, the phrase “make me a sammich” or the more formal “make me a sandwich” is what we on the tubes call a “meme.” Some memes are about kittens who say funny things and spell badly. Others are about Ryan Gosling. This one, the one that gave my blog its name, is about how women were basically created by God to make sandwiches for men.

Urban Dictionary: Sammich


I’m going to do a whole post on this meme, but you get the basic idea, right? So, my co-opting Mr. Rockwell’s Rosie eating her lunch after a long morning of kicking ass, along with the meme-phrase “make me a sammich,” is basically my way of telling people who come here what they’re in for in what I hope is a humorous-yet-irreverent way that pokes fun at stupidity while shaking a mustard-covered finger at misogyny. Or something. And maybe this blog would have been similar under a different name, but it seems to me that a sort of alchemy occurred when Rosie and the infamous sammich converged and Make Me a Sammich was born. It’s taken on a life of its own, and I’m just along for the ride now.

I call shotgun!

PS: Welcome to all the new folks! I’m still reeling from my 15 minutes Freshly Pressed on WordPress, and I never did get caught up on replying to comments. I was without Internet for TWO DAYS (or at least parts of two days) when it when up, and right after that I had to leave on this road trip. Crazy timing all around, but I’m going to make a concerted effort to get in there and respond to everyone because that’s just polite! In the meantime, thanks so much for reading and commenting and following.

12 responses

  1. Freshly Pressed led me here! “Make me a Sammich” is a phrase that is (humourously) oft used in my house – how wonderful to find a gorgeous blog in the same vein.

    August 18, 2012 at 3:46 am

  2. Ah I love this post! I always like reading about the reasons behind names.

    My blog was named thusly: if I had a band, I would call it The Belle Jars and it would be a lady band singing angsty lady music. Sadly, I don’t have a band, so I used the name for my blog instead. Oh, and I really like Sylvia Plath.

    What is Freshly Pressed? I’ve heard of it, but my miniscule brain has not quite grasped how it works yet.

    August 16, 2012 at 1:39 am

    • I love The Belle Jars for a lady band name! And Sylvia Plath was brilliant.

      Freshly Pressed is where WordPress features blog posts their editors have discovered. I admit I had never clicked the tab on the home page until I learned my post would be featured, but then, I’m fairly new to WP. Here’s a link: http://wordpress.com/#!/fresh/

      August 16, 2012 at 1:56 am

  3. Elsie Snuffin

    You and your blog are excellent in every way. Delighted for all your kudos!

    August 14, 2012 at 4:29 am

    • Thanks so much, Elsie, for the kind words and the support!

      August 16, 2012 at 1:54 am

  4. Oh wow! I completely missed you being Freshly Pressed. Not sure how I managed to do that. Regardless, major congratulations! I feel bad for missing it. :(

    August 12, 2012 at 10:29 pm

    • Aw, don’t feel bad! And thanks! It was fun! :D

      August 12, 2012 at 11:02 pm

      • It sounds like it! Honestly, I can’t think of a blog more deserving of it. :) Unfortunately, I think my dreams of someday being Freshly Pressed have been quashed by my tendency to swear like a sailor at all times. XD

        August 13, 2012 at 5:16 pm

        • I do too! I just got lucky–I think they liked the creepy little girl pic, and that post was pretty tame…

          And what a kind thing to say. Thank you so much!

          August 13, 2012 at 5:22 pm

          • That picture is hilariously creepy. The little girl will have ALL of the grilled cheese sammiches. If she can’t get them, though, she will gladly take a chunk of your soul instead. XD

            You are most welcome. :) Your blog is one of my favorites and has opened my eyes to the stereotypical BS that all feminists are just bra-burning man haters. (Or as Kate Beaton calls them, “straw feminists”–if you haven’t seen her comics about them I shall happily link them to you; they are hilarious)

            August 13, 2012 at 5:25 pm

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