Friday, April 28, 2006

Return of Mr. Owl Face

Remember when I said that the Twilight Zone music would probably continue? Yeah. It definitely has.

So, we've gone over Act I and Act II of this little misogynistic, sickening play, right? Well, get ready for Act III, and honestly, perhaps a big finish.

So I had let the issue go for a while. I figured that I would just hate the kid in silence and if anyone ever asked me about what I thought of him, well, it's bad-mouth city. If the kid so much as looked at me in the hallway, it was a jeer and possibly even a little birdie flying his way. However, things that I have found out recently have made that nearly impossible for me and my aforementioned friend that we called Pam.

So, Pam and I were at lunch and we both spotted Bob. Pam wanted to go verbally assassinate Bob, and I wasn't about to stop her. So, she walked over to where he was standing, but sadly he walked away before she could skewer him. So all this did was make us angry about the whole deal again, but we thought it would pass and Pam figured that she could yell at him after school.

Little did we know that we would encounter another kink in this twisted storyline.

In Act III, a new character is introduced. We'll call him Dan. So, I was talking to Pam about how much Bob sucks once more, and Dan says "You know Bob? I know Bob, too!". So then I bugged my eyes out and whisper-yelled (because most of this was going on through Trig notes) "You know him? He sucks so much ass!". Well, Dan is confused by this because he's out of the loop. So, I wrote him a note explaining the whole situation. Dan then tells me that he doesn't know Bob very well, he used to hang out with him and still does once in a while. However, after that statement, his words became slow and strange-sounding. I think I blocked them out. . .the sentence itself didn't surprise me so much, but after following a description of the nature of the relationship between Bob and Dan, these words did not need to come out of Dan's mouth.

"I saw the pictures. I didn't know what they were then."

And thus, the return of Mr. Owl Face. I almost died once the words registered. The Twilight Zone music came back full force.

The big finish to this, however, is yet to come. I'm torn about whether or not Pam and I should take a sneaky-tell-the-girlfriend approach or if we should just bitch him out. Perhaps both. We'll see. Stay tuned for the conclusion of this drama.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Fake Clinics and other Sick Fucks

An Indiana mother recently accompanied her daughter and her daughter's boyfriend to one of Indiana's Planned Parenthood clinics, but they unwittingly walked into a so-called "crisis pregnancy center" run by an anti-abortion group, one that shared a parking lot with the real Planned Parenthood clinic and was designed expressly to lure Planned Parenthood patients and deceive them.

The group took down the girl's confidential personal information and told her to come back for her appointment, which they said would be in their "other office" (the real Planned Parenthood office nearby). When she arrived for her appointment, not only did the Planned Parenthood staff have no record of her, but the police were there. The "crisis pregnancy center" had called them, claiming that a minor was being forced to have an abortion against her will.

The "crisis pregnancy center" staff then proceeded to wage a campaign of intimidation and harassment over the following days, showing up at the girl's home and calling her father's workplace. Planned Parenthood's clinic director reports that the girl was "scared to death to leave her house." They even went to her school and urged classmates to pressure her not to have an abortion.

The anti-choice movement is setting up these "crisis pregnancy centers" across the country. Some of them have neutral-sounding names and run ads that falsely promise the full range of reproductive health services, but they dispense anti-choice propaganda and intimidation instead. And according to a recent article in The New York Times, there are currently more of these centers in the U.S. than there are actual abortion providers. What's more, these centers have received $60 million in government grants. They're being funded by our tax dollars.
Take a stand, please. Write your lawmakers and tell them this is unacceptable. Apparently, terrorism is okay with Bush as long as it's target is U.S women.

As for other sick fucks, well, Bob's still an asshole and I refuse to talk to him.

Monday, April 24, 2006

I can hear the Twilight Zone music. . .

My feelings today can be summed up with this image:

That's right. It's THAT FREAKY. *cues Twilight Zone music*

This is a personal story. Some names have been changed to protect the guilty and the innocent.

So, at school the other day, my boyfriend came up to me after my fourth period class. I know, I know, this seems like some crazy teen gossip thing, but believe me, it gets much more disturbing and much more feminazi-mode worthy. Back on the subject, he told me all about how he was talking to one of his friends (we'll call him Bob) about what happened over the weekend. Well, my boyfriend then proceeded to inform me that Bob had announced that he had sex over the weekend. I'm thinking "Okay, big whoop" at this point, until the other bomb was dropped on me. He then tells me that after some of the other guys told Bob he was lying that Bob said "I can prove it!". When the guys asked how, he said it was because there was blood on his bed. At this point, I thought "Okay. She was either a virgin or he's a mutherfucker, or maybe even both", so I started freakin' out and going into crazy feminazi mode. So, I told my boyfriend that I thought Bob was a crazy-ass weirdo who needs to learn how to control his joystick a little better, and I guess later in an instant message, my boyfriend told Bob that I was not happy with his behavior. Well, I later found out that the product of this conversation was gaining the knowledge that Bob was a virgin and so was the girl, so I figured I'd give the kid (who seemed really sweet, innocent, and nice when I met him) the benefit of the doubt and assume that she was a virgin who just bled a lot. He said that the blood thing freaked him out, too, so I figured he was pretty blameless in the whole ordeal, and I told myself that I just freaked out so much because of his whole "I can prove I had teh se><0rz " thing. End of Act I.

So, today at lunch I sitting and talking to another friend of mine who was at the infamous Bob sex table. We'll call this friend of mine Pete. So, I told him how freaked out I was by what my boyfriend told me about their conversation, and Pete then proceeds to tell me that I didn't even get the whole story and that Bob also said that he had taken pictures of his bloody bed after his girlfriend had left. At this point, I went OFF. My face mimicked that picture of the owl up there, and the same expression came out of my mouth, except I did not use mere letters. At this point, Pete is asking what I'm so worked up about, so I tell him! Also, my friend who was also there (her name will be Pam) was wondering what we were talking about. So I told her the details of Act I, and she also took part in a reenactment of Mr. Owl up there. Pete, however, is entirely oblivious. When I told him what my problem was, he acted like I was overreacting. He said "What if she gave him permission?". So, I gave him a Judge Judy: "Don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining, mutherfuckers". Well, so I gave him the explicit version, but believe me, that's totally what she wants to say. So, it pissed me off that Pete saw nothing wrong with that kind of behavior, because there most certainly IS something wrong with that behavior.

End of Act II. To be continued, however.

So now I ask:

What in the world would possess a male person to take pictures of the product of what might have been a lot of pain on the part of their sex partner? I mean, right now, I'm thinking Bob has zero respect for women, especially the girl that he had the thrill of deflowering. What makes a guy think that he has the right to photograph something that could potentially be incredibly embarrassing for a girl? Not only that, but what gives guys like Pete the notion that it's okay to condone that kind of misogynistic (not to mention freaky and disturbing) attitude and behavior? Is there no guy who will pipe up and say "What the hell is your problem? That's freakin' disgusting. Man you need to grow a pair"? Why is it that every girl I asked an opinion of made a face like Mr. Owl, but every guy I asked shrugged and said "Eh. He's just weird". Weird is an understatement assholes, and until you guys start doing something about this kind of shit, it's just going to continue. However, seeing as how it's so low on your "Get laid, get laid, take pictures if there's blood" to-do list, I have a feeling that women will be cringing at the spread of stories like this for a long time to come.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Happy Blog Against Heteronormativity Day, Everyone!

Hi, folks. Welcome to blog against heteronormativity day, Feminazi By Night style. For those of you who have never heard of the term, you can find a pretty good description of it here.

First on the list of subjects for this glorious awareness day is this new law in Nigeria. Apparently, Nigeria felt the need to lock the closet in which homosexuals often find themselves in. Now, if you come out, you might be held criminally liable, and if you tell any of your friends or family and they don't hate you, well, they're going down with you. This has got to be one of the most sweeping bouts of heteronormativity and ignorance that I've ever encountered. Hopefully, someone will wake up over there sometime soon.

However, sadly enough, we have this same sort of thing going on in this country. What with a proposed Constitutional amendment to make sure that homosexuals never have equal marriage rights, I feel this country is sliding down the slippery heteronormativity slope.

I just can't get my head around the idea that one sexuality is "better" than another. I mean, sure, there's the whole "We can make babies and you can't argument", but that doesn't work because there are many heterosexuals who can't make babies. What about them? I'm pretty sure that those suffering from heteronormativity would say that they are still superior because they are heterosexual. So, what does heterosexuality have that homosexuality doesn't have? I do believe that's the million dollar question.

However, I regress. As much as I don't like heteronormativity, I realize that getting rid of it's hold on society is a long road that may never end. Even proclaiming your sexuality can re-enforce heteronormativity. Honestly, society shouldn't even need those types of labels in the first place.

Not only that, but I think heteronormativity and patriarchy are best friends, and that bothers me. The absolute pervasiveness of both concepts also sends shivers down my spine. Heteronormativity not only keeps "the gays" (you know, kind of like they're your next door neighbors!) in line, but it also keeps "normal" men and women in line. Heteronormativity is just another tool of the patriarchy, and that, my friends, is something a feminazi by night does not want to see put to use.

In conclusion, this picture sums up my views on heteronormativity. Those of you with your heteronormativity and patriarchy pom-poms, well, just ponder it.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

The Toupe Speaks, And It Is So.

The toupe has spoken. The evil feminists will not reign on college campuses anymore! The poor, pitiful, oppressed heterosexual white manses are going to rise up and take these intellectual centers back from the man-hating feminazis that have dominated them for so long! The time is now, manses, time to move out!

Yeah. I don't get it either. If the picture isn't creepy enough, here you have the article that goes with it. I think just the url is enough to make you go "huh?" if you have a brain that works at all and you aren't completely out of touch with reality.

Here are a few gems:

The story did not ring true to begin with. Rapists sneak around and do things as anonymously as possible. They plan their mark and then police spend a lot of time and resources to figure out who did it. Gang-raping women in busy college party bathrooms while hollering racial epithets is not something that happens even at “Animal House”.

Sadly, despite his superior knowledge and his ability to see through the evil feminist majority lies, Mr. Usher doesn't seem to realize that gang rape at parties is actually pretty popular. I guess he hasn't heard of the woman in Illinois whose party gang rape was videotaped. Or perhaps he's absolutely ignorant of this Orange County rape case. No, Mr. Usher, you're so right. Gang rapes at drunken parties are ALL a figment of feminazi imagination. Good call!

The “suspicious” email sent by one of the alleged rapists did not add up either. Folks do not send emails to friends joking nervously about torturing and killing a stripper unless something very upsetting did indeed take place. As the story unfolds, I predict we will find out that the stripper made a blackmail threat in the bathroom – something like – “you give me a lot of money or I will say you raped me”.
Ah yes, because as we all know, the woman didn't have a rape kit that had conclusive evidence that she was sexually assaulted. She vaginally and anally penetrated herself just to get back at the poor, heterosexual, male athletes. Why? Because she's one of those (black, you know how those folks always like to screw white folks out of their right to money) bitch, feminist, stripper, liars, that's why.

In fact, this essentially proves that none of the 46 white members of the team even touched her!
Exactly! She was swabbed head to toe, and nothing came up. And of course, knowing drunken college guys and their etiquette around strippers, I'm sure they really DIDN'T touch her. . .anywhere! I'm sure there was no ass-slapping, no groping, etc. I'm sure that no man there even so much as grazed her arm! Being the gentleman-like group they were, all without prior criminal records, I'm sure they just watched amazed and silently as the two women stripped for them. That's always how men watch exotic dancing, and if it's not, well, I'm sure the feminists twisted it around or something. That being said, this just goes to show that no faulty police work could possibly have been done.

Our stripper is a student at a North Carolina Central University. Colleges are famous for mandatory hyper-feminist coursework featuring lawyers and feminist activists that teach women how to use sex to take advantage of men and any institution that involves men.

Hahahahahaha. I don't even know if I have to comment on this one. Now, I'm no expert on college, but I've been to a class or two and have a sister who is currently drowning in debt because of it (although I'm sure she isn't because of those anti-man woman only scholarships). I'm just trying to figure out how men hiring a stripper to strip for them at a party comes from hyper-feminist coursework that teaches women how to take advantage of the poor brainless menz and any institution involving menz. Maybe the feminists have already gotten to me through my small amount of college experience, after all, I don't have the superior power of being able to see through awful feminazi lies.

As most of us know, this is just another wedge designed to distract from the fact that women initiate slightly over half of all serious spousal altercations.
Of course they did, Mr. Usher. We know that those women shouldn't have started those serious beatings by refusing to get back in the kitchen or refusing to wear the black lace thong that their husbands got themselves, er, their wives for their birthday.

Feminism has already destroyed over half the husbands and fathers in America.
Of course it is, Mr. Usher, because a man who isn't puffing himself up after a hard day at work, ruffling his perfect white son's head after work, and eating a yummy Martha Stewart-esque meal that wifey-poo whipped up because she knew it was his favorite lol is definitely unhappy, defeated, and destroyed. I feel testosterone's hurt, I really do.