If Maxim radio host and model Diana Falzone can’t catch a break with the fellas, is there any hope for the rest of us mere Photoshop-less, fluorescently-lit plebians? Well, following that whole Spitzer thing and Glamour Magazine’s jackass blogger, Falzone has had enough–and is starting a revolution! Well, sort of.

Here’s an excerpt from her blog:

“There is only so much infidelity a person can handle before they stop believing in love. In order to keep women of the world from becoming bitter, cynical spinsters I ask that we as a gender stick together and have a weekend without men!…In fact, this Saturday March 15th. Take back your night.

Dress up for yourself, go do something for you, don’t worry about him. Let him sit on his couch playing Halo with his buddies who suffer from Peter Pan Syndrome and wonder, “I wonder what (insert your name) is doing right now?” Let men see that women are not willing to deal with their crap anymore.” Read More »

This week’s shot is a drink I enjoy ordering for the pure shock appeal.

Being a redhead myself, it’s fun to ask for it and then watch the bartender raise their eyebrows and inevitably inquire, “who are we talking about here?”

Even if you don’t have a head full of red curls, this truly girly shot with a kick is a fun beginning to any night on the town. Saying it loud and proud is sure to make a statement to whomever is standing around you.

Redheaded Slut

• 1 ounce Jägermeister

• 1 ounce peach schnapps

• 2 ounces cranberry juice

Mix all three liquors together in a shaker and strain the whole thing in a rocks glass with ice. If you’re hardcore, go ahead and take it in a shot glass…you’ll feel it going down the hatch.

And remember, one redheaded slut is a party, five of them is a giant headache and missing jewelry.