Red Punch Blog Blog

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Are you a feminist or an asshole?

I’m just going to assume that you’re a feminist. And if you’re not, you’re an asshole. Those are the only 2 choices. Even if you don’t label yourself as a feminist, whether you’re a...

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Pet the Peeve

Everybody has one. Or two. Or three, or…. Pet peeves. Idiosyncrasies. Small obsessions. Whatever you call them, wherever they came from, they’re part of who we are. My kids even have them. Same kids...

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What the hell just happened?

Just a year ago, I was starting this blog, trying to figure out how to put some of my fucked up thoughts and experiences into a fun, maybe slightly inappropriate form. It was a...

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An Honest Wish List

Most of us are pretty selfless when it comes to the holidays, right? We focus on giving fun, joyous gifts to the ones we love, and sometimes even those we just kinda like. Our...

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Kinda Secret Giveaway….

    Through the haze of shopping, parties, cooking, spreading fucking cheer, and whatever else you do leading up to your holiday of choice, don’t forget about the RedPunch giveaway!! Share your favorite story,...

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Most Delicious Giveaway

In the spirit of the holidays, and in the spirit of being gracious and loving, I want to give away some free shit. The problem is, I can’t tell you what it is. As...

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High Maintenance

High maintenance. It’s a term that some embrace, some mock, and some despise. To whatever degree you “maintain”, it doesn’t really fucking matter. The question is, are you delusional? I think I might be....

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Showing Gratitude Thru Selfies and Wine

I didn’t express thankfulness on Thanksgiving. Well, not in the traditional way. But no one has ever accused me of being traditional. I didn’t post that I’m thankful for family, health, etc on social...

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Vodka and Tit-Punches

Friday night I had the chance to hang out with a couple of the nastiest, most crude, disgusting women in my life. It was fucking Heaven. They are my favorite. They are amazing, intelligent,...

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Well, Shit

Yesterday, my daughter woke up, saw the results of the election, and said “well, shit”. I couldn’t bring myself to care that she was using a word that normally I don’t allow. But she...