Regarding Annie W’s rant against the vag-bashing letter sent re: Hannah Levin’s piece on Sleater-Kinney: Despite the band’s unrelenting flogging of my rock G-spot, I can understand why someone might take issue with another piece hailing the genius of Sleater-Kinney. There’s no debating that Corin Tucker’s voice remains the most divisive sound in pop music—and if Tucker’s Belinda Carlisle-on-steroids bleat-scream doesn’t scare you off, there’s always the eternally jagged guitars and rigorously unsettling song structures. All of which makes the letter-writer’s focus on “pussys’” so irritating. Can’t a guy hate a chick-band without dragging their genitalia into it?

In his defense, the letter-writer responded to my insulting of his masculinity by confirming his status as a husband, and explaining his pussy-licking comment as a sort of femme spin on the “blowjob piece,” which he considers Hannah’s piece to be. Fair enough—but if the guy had charged Hannah with “sucking Sleater-Kinney’s dick,” he could’ve made his point without leaving that icky misogyny aftertaste.