opposite marriage

1. YAY PEREZ HILTON!!

2. what the f is opposite marriage?

3. what would mr. california say?

so here’s another pageant barbie that delivered on inanity and incoherence… i could be pissed about what she said, but i’m really more just happy that people are pissed off. what are these girls supposed to be, like, the pinnacle of society? well-rounded, accomplished, well-educated lady-types? “i’m better than you and i look good in the types of clothing that men objectify women in”?  i’m kind of stoked that when one of those gets up and says, “i don’t believe gays should marry,” enough people are like WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?! that it creates a media stir. she’s evidence that whatever the other 46 states have to say about gays marrying, the definition of PC has been changing.

also, i’m pretty sure conservative answers from barbies shouldn’t and don’t surprise me … who’s dolling up their women and parading them around like commodities? oh yeah, people who think feminism is silly.

even miss south carolina, (poor shmuck…).. if any sense is to be made of that psychobabble, it’s that even though 1/5 of ‘US-Americans’ don’t have maps, we’re still somehow in a position for our education to help the Iraq. it’s like, when in doubt, go with an answer about the supreme awesomeness of America doing something to save the third world.

anyhow, point is, i refuse to condemn a beauty queen for a silly answer when we’re not parading around our men in speedos and tuxes and holding them accountable for adequately answering equally hard-hitting questions. what would a fine, upstanding, accomplished, well-groomed, well-educated man say about gays marrying, and why don’t we care enough to pluck one from each of the states and compare them to each other and rank ‘em? would we piss ourselves if he said “two men shouldn’t marry but if two women would like to share the carnal pleasures, that is hot”? or would we just be like *shrug* oh, that’s just boys… they like what they like… what’re ya gonna do…

worse, we could be like, “well it’s about time someone spoke their mind!” as if this idea is somehow shocking and new.

what would definitely perplex and upset me about this situation is if conservatives/homophobes start talking louder about how she’s so brave for speaking her mind (“even though she was asked the question by a gay man”) and how those who are against gay marriage are condemned and she’s so great for standing up to the gay marriage crowd. yada yada. yeah, ‘cos homophobes have been SO oppressed in this country!! i see comments like “it’s about time someone spoke her opinion! people support gay marriage but condemn those who are against it. such hypocrisy!” and i’m just like are you absolutely freaking serious?! did i fall asleep and wake up in an age when gays are treated as equals in my country? can they marry in all 50 states?? what are these “people” of which you speak? the majority of my country??

oh. no. only it’s only 4 states who legalized it to the soundtrack of bible-tappers wailing about how the sole purpose of marriage is breeding.  ”it’s about time” indeed.

poor homophobes.

f’n GROW A PAIR. KWITCHERBITCHIN. and LET GAYS BE GAY.

so there.

can anybody read chinese?

look at me! i’m so offensive!

Posted On July 18, 2008

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trolling.

why?

i mean people have been doing this in person since forever but now that blogs and forums and stuff give douchebags the luxury of anonymity, you can’t even tell the sincerely bigoted douchebags from the trolls anymore. or are they essentially the same, except that one pleads “i’m just trying to offend you [and see how easily offended you are]” as a so-called defense.

so, i want to know. what is the social value of a troll? what delicious thought-provoking advances are made by intentionally provoking people with tired, offensive tripe?

i’m not talking about silly stuff where we try to make cute jokes based on stereotypes and what not that may or may not be offensive. i’m talking about writing into the school newspaper to say “i’m homophobic and proud, gay groups and other liberal groups don’t deserve funds” or saying that all members of a group are useless and misguided while sitting amongst a group of said members. or commenting on a blog about a new baby by saying that women need to shut the fuck up about how much childbirth hurts and “take it like a man.”

(i’m still laughing about the last one… gotta relish the moments when misogynist ignorant assclowns give you something so advanced in its idiot bigotry that you feel like your work is more than done).

so, you’ve got this genius who’s figured out how to piss you off and is parading around in it, who then will cry “why are you trying to impose your opinion on me, who are you to tell me how to think” when you (foolishly) take the bait. (conveniently ignoring that a lot of their messages usually have to do with “feminazis should shut up and get back in the kitchen,” “liberals shouldn’t be given money to advance their opinions,” “another statement that people who disagree with me are stupid and should be silenced”).

and then the really fantastic part is, whether or not they even believe what they’re saying, they manage to inspire others to believe that it’s awesome and acceptable to be sexist / homophobic / [etc] …. ‘cos, y’know, the society for spoiled children who’ve never had to suffer really needs more reinforcement and affirmation…

and that’s how society slips backwards.

sweet crystals is a rockstar

your wife called and said she revoked your balls

your wife just called and said it's ok to let you look at things as long as you don't break them

and if you’re quiet and well-behaved, she said we could untie the leash.

karen and i were walking around downtown and saw this sign in a storefront and did the angry feminist double take.

at her suggestion i am posting about it, but i don’t even know what to say. that sign better be at least 50 years old because damn. DAMN.

i wanna go in there now, find something relatively expensive, get the deal set up, get on the phone for a minute, let my face drop and hang up and be like “actually …….. he says I can’t buy that yet and that i have to go home and have sex with him now… actually, his exact words were that i can only swipe his credit card if the other hand is pushing a stroller with his new baby son in it. can we put this on hold?”

things i like a lot: brie and toast, rock of ages by def leppard (actually all of pyromania pretty much kicks ASS), school of rock, quentin tarantino movies

things i do not like a lot: fruit flies getting smarter and faster. what the hell.

this is awesome.

i been cut off, and i don’t like it

i had no idea it could be so hard to waste time without internet. the neighbors put an end to our wireless thievery so i haven’t been able to read trashy blogs in FOREVER. which led to the most productive few days i’ve had maybe all summer.

but it also means that if the bar prep folks send out new files or if emails need to be written, i’m crap outta luck.

but that’s why i’m camping out at the one place i know of that has free wifey right now.

not having intarwebs means that it’s been a few days since i’ve experienced any good hearty feminist rage. it’s easy to forget that misogynists exist when you’re just happily quarantined in your home with a pile of lawyerbooks. but then i just HAD to get back online and find out that InTouch magazine totally had a “Top 10 celebrity boobs” list, and now i’m back to feeling “indignant,” which is a gentle word for “ready to choke some bitches.”

we rate boobs. this is the state our society is in. we rate women’s breasts. i keep feeling like every time i fall asleep, the level of idiot behavior we’ll accept from stupid horny men rises a few acres. more and more demeaning idiot behavior becomes more and more acceptable. ….. WTF. it’s like the feminist movement keeps making leaps (enough so that a woman was actually soooooo damn close to candidacy – absolutely undreamt of in years past) – but as it happens, the gap widens and the bar of decency drops (enough so that someone would actually scream shit like “iron my shirt” at her and the news media won’t even call it sexist – it’s “seemingly sexist.”).

somewhere along the way some slutbag douche was like “women care what we think,” and nobody challenged him. and now they all think we care whose breasts they like and wonder how we measure up in comparison or who they think looks best in a fucking bikini. fuck that shit. if they want to separate a woman’s breasts from her identity as a human being, then i invite them to sit at home with a Playboy and a pair of scissors. fuck.

let’s find some unsavory objectification-ish behavior in women and celebrate it with trashy Top 10 lists too. like, “Top 10 men whose gold women would like to dig” or “Top 10 men to use once or twice for free drinks and a forgettable night out.”

no? that’s disrespectful? oh, ok. but rating women by their breasts, that’s totally cool.

idols, pirates

the world’s biggest karaoke competition finally made it to china. ironically.

watching these clips makes me miss being in China (or Taiwan)… there’s something about hearing Mandarin as the primary language of a place (even if it’s a box on my screen) that i didn’t realize i missed.

what cracks me up is, if you find some videos of horrible contestants and watch the judge’s comments, you realize that all along, Simon has been talking like every asian mom. asians are AMAZING at criticism. AMAZING. asian-americans who fit my blanket stereotype regularly hear worse things from their moms for getting B’s instead of A’s than cowellman could ever dish for singing poorly. the only difference is, Simon gives praise too once in a while.

i’m definitely thankful for mom’s vigilance and discipline.. it made failure and a life of ruin nearly impossible, at least while i was under her watch.. and, if i should ever try out for american idol, my face will not crumple on national television when simon pees on my dreams.

so, human trafficking. still an issue that makes me mad.

an economist article about it – an updated report by the state dept just went out, detailing the current horrors of trafficking around the world. as usual, it lists the guilty countries by tiers, with 3 being the worst. and, as the economist duly points out, the US is not on this list. ‘cos we’re … above judgment, somehow.

NYTimes compilation of human trafficking articles – yeah, so, trafficking happens in the US too.

the Kristof article about how we should follow the Swedish model of combating sex trafficking is interesting. basically, targeting supply isn’t working, legalizing prostitution doesn’t work because it makes the place where it’s legalized some kinda sex industry mecca, not necessarily any safer than if it were all underground in the first place. (see: Amsterdam). Swedes were criminalizing the customers instead, which seems to sort of work.

yeah. i mean, think about why this is a problem in the first place, why it even exists. because horny men want exotic, young pussy. and they are willing to pay. as long as there is demand -somewhere-, it’s still going to exist.

1. you can’t trust anyone – not the police (frequently complicit in trafficking, in certain countries), govt officials, even the biggest proponents of harsher sex industry laws (eliot spitzer?!?!). some of the loudest male feminists (on any scale) have the weirdest most messed up views of women (or worse, are lying poser feminists).

2. the girls can be trafficked wherever. cost is not really an issue, you just make them pay you back with the money of the customers themselves. how is this any different from, say, amazon.com. as long as there is a customer somewhere who wants something, the response of the increasingly globalized world is, “if you have money, you can have it.”

so basically… for a problem that by definition is indifferent to national borders, ANY localized response is going to be insufficient. legalization in one country makes it a flourishing hot spot. criminalization of demand in another country only makes people look for it elsewhere.

and the US sucks for not putting itself on the list.

let’s not ever forget this:

“Why is Chelsea Clinton so ugly?

Because her father is Janet Reno.”

- John McCain at a Republican dinner, June 1998

Do Angry Clinton Women Love John McCain? – don’t be fooled by his shameless pandering to feminists. look at his track record. i have no idea why his campaign is assuming that we’ll be so pissed by the sexism that we’ll vote McCain. “grr, the black man got it instead of the white woman, let’s vote for the anti-abortion white male republican.”

Media Charged with Sexism in Clinton Coverage – this made me upset. you sort of don’t expect people to be like “yeah maybe the media is a little sexist” and then see that someone on MSNBC had said that Clinton “had gotten as far as she had only because her husband had messed around.” a little sexist?! YOU THINK?!?! Keith Olbermann of MSNBC says there’s “individual” sexism but no “overall” sexism. ok, that makes sense. dude the media is made up of its individuals. individual sexism IS SEXISM. condoning individual sexism IS SEXISM, KEITH.

sexism doesn’t just appear in isolated bubbles in the form of this anchor’s statement or that host’s offhand joke. there has to be an audience for it first. you don’t just holler “so how do we beat this bitch” into a vacuum. sexist comments exist because the general, OVERALL sentiment is that it’s ok. your bros will back you up. what’re women ever gonna do about it. (apparently, vote for mccain).

i am sad.

“y’know sometimes, people say to me, rose, what’s the first time you ever heard the blues and y’know what i tell them – i tell them, the day i was born. you know why?

because i was born a womaaaaan….”

- Rose / Bette Midler.

“oh, being a woman is so interesting, dontcha find it. what are we ladies, what are we. we are waitresses at the banquet of life. get in that kitchen and rattle them pots and pans. and you better look pretty damn good doin it too or you’re gonna lose your good thing.”

woman things, and music

Chelsea Clinton talks about Clinton’s feminism at a talk at Duke (that I missed ‘cos I had a final the next day … d’oh). watch it. it’s only about 6 minutes. this might be one of the biggest reasons why, no matter what, no matter what bill says, no matter how she laughs, no matter how idealistically and visionary-ishly Obama speaks, — Clinton will always be my choice (and my hero and my idea of what wonder woman looks like).

Chelsea Clinton talks about bills Clinton has written and tried to push through that never made it past the other democrats, and she talks about how those issues (equal pay, education, not-just-abstinence sex ed) aren’t just women’s issues, they’re everybody’s — just simple basic human rights.

YES.

ahhhh… *happy sigh* Clinton is brilliant. just brilliant. *love*.

also, here is an economist article about Clinton’s recent victory in Pennsylvania.

so, i almost went ape shit on a car today.

The Secret Theatre had a show at the campus 8 miles down the road from me today, and knowing that parking on this campus can be a pain, i parked at their planetarium and figured i could just walk to the quad we were playing on, no problem. all i had to carry were a teeny crate amp and a keyboard stand. easy peezy, right? ha. after maybe a block or two my arms were basically dying.. more from the stand than the amp, even.. (i mean, stand is bulky and odd shaped.. and heavy).

so i’m stumbling down a main campus road wearing pumps, and lugging these two tiny things .. pausing every 10 or 20 feet .. switching things from one arm to the other .. students are just watching me like “ha. look at her.” a couple of them are nice and tell me where i’m going, even though i asked almost more to confirm i only had a little more ways to go than ‘cos i didn’t know.

and people in cars are giving me a glance too, and it’s silly, and whatever. but then i hear someone in one car yell out “HEY SWEETIE YOU NEED HELP CARRYING ALL THAT?”

what the SHIT.

it took a LOT of restraint not to put down all my crap and give them the double bird. it’s like, let’s review what you just said. let’s unpack this.

1. hey “sweetie”? motherfucker. how about you say my name while i kick your ass for calling me that, bitch.

2. “you need help?” ok. you in your car going the opposite way just yelled “you need help?” fuck you. fuck your condescending objectifying ass.

anyway the show was good. them students were fun to play for. i ate a lot of cotton candy. it was good.

and so, on a less angry note… “Not Scared” by Virginia Coalition is an achingly beautiful song. it’s off their (recent) acoustic album. it was playing on my ipod in the car and i sort of started crying as i drove. kind of embarrassing. women don’t cry, it’s a sign of weakness. (haha). but what’s music for if it doesn’t move you once in a while.