Peak Feminism: The "Career Options" For Dogs "Need To Go Beyond Pink Loofahs And Pink Cowgirls"
I think we reached peak feminism a while back. As I've said, women now demand to be treated like eggshells, not equals.

Now there's talk of a glass ceiling for dogs.

Business reporter Abha Bhattarai asks at the WaPo, "Is your dog's Halloween costume sexist?"

Young girls may be discarding their princess wands for superhero capes this Halloween, but not so in the canine world.

The glass ceiling appears to be firmly in place at PetSmart, where career costumes labeled "male" include firefighter and police officer, while female dogs can choose between a pink cowgirl costume and pink loofah.

On the site BaxterBoo.com, options for your female pooch include "sweet heart nurse" or French maid. "Any tidy girl dog will look adorable wearing this French Maid Dog Costume," the site's description reads. "Whether your pup is a clean freak or a messy mutt, she will enjoy playing 'dress up' in this fun costume."

The choices for male dogs, meanwhile, include fireman, mob boss and doctor (suggested pairing: "match up with a girl friend with the Sweet Heart Nurse Dog Costume.")

"It seems silly on the surface, but this is part of a larger message we're sending, that there are certain jobs for men, and certain jobs for women," said Scott Lawrie, 36, who co-hosts a podcast, 'She will not be ignored,' about gender issues. "The career options for women -- and dogs -- need to go beyond pink loofahs and pink cowgirls."

Aida, my Chinese Crested, knows she can control dog mush Gregg (as if by a TV remote) no matter what she's wearing.

Personally, I'm enough as a person that if I, say, dress as a slutty nurse for Halloween, it won't magically turn me into some receding submissive as a person...who once wrote a book called I See Rude People: One woman's battle to beat some manners into impolite society.

In fact, I like to call myself "The Block Bitch" when it comes to people disturbing my neighbors and me by blasting their car audio into our homes or using our neighborhood as a convenient dump site.

Just the other night, I heard somebody's booma-booma radio right outside my house at 12:30 a.m., and a guy getting a blowjob in a car while waking the neighborhood the fuck up with his radio got to meet Mr. Flashlight...a very, very bright night watchman in the airplane factory Mr. Flashlight, which I shone over my fence into his car. Whaddya know, he drove away without even zipping up.

Yeah, meek, that's me. Just because I dress all girly and go around in purple evening dress skirts as day wear.