So it's settled, then: there's some kind of virus going around turning women into penis cutting berserkers. The undead are evolving. They're not like the drowsy ghouls from last century.

I had a chilling encounter with one of them yesterday during Father's Day brunch at the in-laws'. When I mentioned to my wife's sister, a rabid feminist, that my seven year-old daughter's friend had recently punched her brother in the face, she pumped her fist and cried, "Yeah!"