Tuesday, June 27, 2006

From Swooning to Puking.

Well, it's good to know what the price of a well-kept hymen is. A thousand bucks, a gift certificate to the mall, and some McDonalds fries.

That's right folks! It's time to pit one untouched hymen against another in the abstinence essay contest! I'm sure contest officials tried their hardest to keep the screeches of "My virginity is better, slut!" down to a minimum while all the pure ladies fought tooth and nail for patriarchy approval.

Hey, I need some college money and I'm a patriarchy-approved specimen. Maybe I should send in my story. What do you guys think? "I view my virginity as totally forgettable and a burden because that shit's gonna hurt. I'm only keeping it around because I'm not an adult yet and so therefore I have no rights". How does it sound so far? Do you think I could be next year's winner?

Hmm. . .maybe if I mentioned my Dad. . .

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Free stuff! See that? FREE!

Sorry I've been a little low on the opinions lately. I've been a little burnt out on the bitch.

In any case, this is neat. I urge all of you to order them. The more dollars we generate, the better. And yes, it's free.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Friday, June 09, 2006

No Such Thing As Accidental Pregnancy?

I'm sure this letter is familiar to all women, as apparently, we write similar ones whenever we want to have sex.

Today I took part in a discussion about whether or not pregnancy can be accidental. I found it irritating and rather surprising that numerous people said that no, pregnancy cannot be accidental because women know they can get pregnant when they have sex.

This is quite the nonsensical and sexist belief.

What these people are trying to impart is that if a woman knows that consequence B can happen from decision A, than consequence B could not be an accident.

Now, let's apply this logic to something other than the magical sex act (which changes everything in patriarchy land, and if you need an example, check this out.).

I am a woman, and I have my driver's license. I wake up every morning at 9 A.M. to go to my college algebra class, which means I need to use my car and driver's license to get me there. Thus, I make the conscious decision to drive. I do this knowing full well that I am merely in control of what I am doing, so I very well could get blindsided or even make a slip-up of my own. Now, let's say on my way there, a light changes from red to green for my lane, so I continue on driving. However, I am sadly ignorant of the fact that another car is hurtling toward me with no intent on stopping at the red light they have. So, I end up T-boned in the intersection.

According to crazy ass everything is a woman's fault logic, my accident would have been my fault because I made the decision to drive in the first place. Which, as we all know, is why we call car crashes "on purposes".

Not convinced yet? Let's try a heavier topic.

I am 5 feet 5 inches tall and rather slight in stature. I am quite the weakling, to be honest. Let's say I wake up at 4:30 in the morning and think "Hmm. I'm hungry for Krispy Kreme donuts. I think I'll walk to the gas station up the road that carries them." So, I put my hair in a ponytail, slip on some sweats and slides, and get to walking. So, I have just made the conscious decision to walk all alone, in lose clothing, with my hair up, with my weakling body, without any pepper spray or protection at all, in the very early morning, to the gas station down the street. Now, I do this knowing full well that anyone could jump out and attack me and possibly rape me. I mean, I am a woman and not very strong at all, and therefore probably an easy target at any time. So, let's say that such a thing does happen.

According to crazy everything is a woman's fault logic, it would be my fault that I was beaten and raped. Why? Because consent to action A always equals consent to action B. Which is why it's okay to blame pregnancy on women.

So, as I said before, quite nonsensical and quite sexist. This kind of belief is so obviously rooted in patriarchy. A man could have nothing to do with an accident that only involves a woman's body! The hussy should have known what would have happened and been able to control her fertility by asking her ovaries nicely not to release an egg because manly man sperm was hangin' out in it's newly conquered territory!

And so, the letter comes in. Get to writing sluts, because if you choose to partake in an action, your ass is responsible for any and every reaction! So get ready!

Aaaaand I'm spent.

Monday, June 05, 2006

A thought about extreme feminism.

The above image holds so much truth, and yet no one sees it. Today, a young girl told me that "[She was] not an extreme feminist like me". Now, I'm wondering what that means. Feminism is the radical notion that women are people, right? Well then, how can there be an "extreme form" of being for women's personhood? If you think women are people, you think women are people. In my opinion, there is nothing extreme about that. So, it's when people tell me that they don't like "extreme feminism" or "radical feminism" that I start to see red. So, in other words, you like feminism as long as you still get to give women their cues on as far as they can go as far as their personhood is concerned. They can only be as much of a person as you'll allow them to be, huh?

Ugh. Whatever. It's just another feminist to add to the list of straw feminists that are killing babies, practicing witchcraft, turning into lesbians, emasculating men, and ruining traditional family and marriage. *Le sigh*