A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do.

My oft-mentioned friend Andy the Londoner, who's been—despite his scowling misanthropy, unfathomably rude demeanor, and tendency to call me a scummy bastard—one of my closest friends for nearly a decade, just got home from following Alice Cooper on tour (don't waste your energy—you can't possibly say anything about the absurdity of being an Alice Cooper superfan that I haven't already said in the spirit of good-natured but poison-tipped harassment endemic to our friendship).

Alice was touring with Joan Jett, whom I've adored ever since I Love Rock N Roll was a fixture on the jukebox in my elementary school cafeteria, and whose Bad Reputation (one of my fave songs) has been suggested on more than one occasion would be an apt theme song for Shakesville. Andy, being the sort of awesome bit of stuff that he is, told her manager about me, and the blog, and my advocacy on behalf of women and the LGBTQ community, and Bill Donohue's shenanigans, and who knows what all else, including my love for Joan. He in turn told Joan, who then gave Andy this to give to me:



I swoon. And then I swoon some more.