Speaking of arrogant mofos. . .

So, while I'm on a rampage to flatten every sick fuck who's ever thought they have a right to control over a woman's reproductive system for any reason whatsoever (be it having the same reproductive organs, different ones, a misogynistic religion, sick rape fantasies a la Bill Napoli, a combination of any of those, or an all new novel reason), I figured I'd take on the people who, while still thinking they can own women, fancy themselves nice and caring enough to allow their brood mares to abort if it will kill them.

My question them is, who decides? If a woman has preeclampsia, can she abort? Her life is not in danger at the time, but the preeclampsia could very well turn into eclampsia which is responsible for 12% of all maternal deaths. So, is her life in "enough" danger for her to get permission from antis to "allow" her to save her own health? How much does it take? Does she have to actually be seizuring in the maternity ward hallway with the actual eclampsia to be "eligible" for her right to bodily autonomy?

What these people don't realize is that the brunt of maternal deaths happen AFTER abortion is widely available. Many are unforseen. According to the WHO, 70% of maternal deaths are due to hemmorhaging. Raise your hand if you think that hemmorhaging happens in the first trimester.

Apparently, a lot of pro-life hands are going to go up.

Either that, or they're full of shit on "partial birth abortion" bans. I mean, in normal debates, they think the way to win is to describe graphically a supposed "partial birth abortion" like it's a first trimester vacuum aspiration, but when it comes to saving the woman's life (which is what late term abortions are used for, i.s. pbas), they say they're for it.

Well, get your head out of your ass (or Bible, but can anyone really see a difference?) and make up your mind.

Non-Hospitals and Non-Pharmacists, a match made in Hell.

I have a problem with people who take the wrong jobs on purpose. I also have a problem with people who think they have the right to throw out part of their job description just because they don't like it. Catholic non-hospitals (I refuse to call them hospitals, hospitals help their patients) and religious non-pharmacists (I do not call them pharmacists, because they do not do the job of a pharmacist) are exactly these people.

A recent survey showed that a majority of Catholic hospitals do not give women emergency contraception, even in the case of a rape.

They say, well, what about my religion? You want to know what I say? Fuck your religion. You knew the job description, you saw that it conflicted with your religious convictions. So why did you take the job in the first place? That's your problem, not the patients'. If Catholics feel like they can't fulfill part of what being a hospital entails, perhaps they shouldn't run hospitals.

I have a favorite example to illusutrate how stupid this really is. Let's say I apply for a job at the local strip club. I get the job. On my first day, I go into the club and realize, oh my goodness, these women are taking their clothes off! I don't feel comfortable doing that because of my own personal convictions. So, should I just tell my employer that they have to keep me around and on the payroll anyway, even though I'm not going to do the job I got hired for? No. If I don't do what's in the job description, I don't get to keep the job.

Here's another example. Let's say I'm a devout Catholic and I'm a cashier at Publix. They sell condoms at Publix, and a man comes in and wants to purchase a pack of them. Now, because I'm a devout Catholic, I am strictly against contrception. So, because of my religious convictions, can I tell the man that I won't sell him the condoms? Should I just tell him to go to another store?

This is what Catholic non-hospitals do. This is what non-pharmacists do. It's wrong, it's presumptuous, it's arrogant, and it's a misuse of "rights".

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. . .

So Good I Couldn't Help But Steal It.

This is why I love Joss Whedon.

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.

Bwahahahahahaha!!!! Too Good!

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.

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*

I can only love my body for 9 months at a time.

The only way a woman can be happy with her body.

Sometimes I love talking to fundies. Not because I value anything they say or because I like wingnuttery and crazy ass people who think I should spend my days in the maternity ward, but simply because they pelt you with little gems of godbag wisdom that doubles as a mini-stand-up comedian.

Take this one, for example.

It's hardcore feminists like yourself, that actually hate the female body. Of course, you're so blinded by your cause, to even see the truth. While I am not saying that feminism is bad, (most moderate feminists embrace, and rightful should, the female body.) But you do not want equality, instead, you merely want to free yourself from having any connection to the female sex. Pregnancy is a natural process of the female body - yet instead you see it as a disease. Your hate of your own body drives radical feminists, like yourself, to want a sexless body. But in truth, sexism can be eradicated, while still embracing the two distinct genders, male and female.

Now, before I came out to sit on my computer and vegetate, I was vegetating in front of my television screen watching Todd Manning being given the death penalty for killing Margaret Cochran on One Life To Live. Sitting next to me was a sports bottle filled with lemonade tea. It's message board posts like this that make me so happy that I had the foresight to tell myself not to bring said bottle of tea to the computer with me for drinking while I browsed, lest I ruin my lovely computer screen with the tea-lemonade-saliva liquid combination that was bound to come erupting from my mouth should I have had the misfortune to read this while savoring some of the wonderful refreshment.

But the laughing part would have been good, because it certainly was without the lemonade tea.

It will never cease to amaze me how fundies can equate loving women with forcing them to gestate. I always wonder how they can spout rhetoric about how giving women choices about their body is hating pregnancy, women's bodies, and nature with a straight face. But most of all, I wonder how they can believe it. I mean, it's easy to say it. Sure. I could say lots of things if someone paid me the right amount. But to actually believe that forcing women to gestate is a natural, good, healthy thing is just preposterous and ridiculous. And especially to accuse others who think that women are not simple broodmares of hating pregnancy and women's bodies. Well, it almost makes me feel so bad that I go out and buy them a new box of straws to grasp.

But this quote in particular was hilarious, because it was in reply to a totally different subject. I was talking about the right to bodily autonomy and how women shouldn't have to give it up because no one else has to. Then suddenly, I hate my body, am a man-hating feminazi, and think pregnancy is a disease.

*tsk tsk*

Penises glow in the dark? Neat!

By removing the power of men the government has done the equivalent of removing the sun from the solar system.

Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!! Uh oh! I put the ultra man quote in pink! I hope it doesn't send womanly-rays-of-penile-death to the author of this ludicrous blog post. Please. I invite you all to read this and laugh your asses off just as I did. Just the thought of testosterone = the sun is enough to make me roflcoptr for hours.

*vomit*

Ladies, I'd just like to let you know that, although you should all think of yourselves as "pre-pregnant", we are NOT trying to turn you into babymakers for the good ol' patriarchy.

That's right. Folks are all about trying to get more health awareness for women, but only because it'll benefits the baybees. They even tell women who are not sexually active or planning on having children anytime soon to make sure they keep healthy for every and any spawn that wriggles it's way into their uterus. I'm sorry, but I have a problem with people advocating for keeping women healthy not because they deserve it, but because they could soon be incubators for something else.

Just more proof that America is controlled by Walmart. We just love those rollbacks! Especially if we're rolling back the personhood of women!

Why Democrats Need A Backbone

Pro-Choice Candidates Discouraged

Powerful Democrats have lined up to support Casey, ignoring his anti-choice positions. Pennsylvania Gov. Edward G. Rendell and Sen. Charles Schumer of New York, head of the political and fundraising arm of the Senate Democratic caucus last year discouraged other potential challengers from running against Casey to avoid a contentious primary contest.

I'm so tired of my reproductive rights being a puck for the politicians to bat back in forth and manipulate in any way that will make them win.

Read the article here.

If this doesn't scare the shit out of you. . .

Nothing will.

Vote to combat the fundies in 2006!

Also, in other les scary news, this was an actual conversation that I had with someone online today.

Them:"Do you realize what you sound like? . . . An A$$-O!!! "
Me: "Ass-O? Is that a new breakfast cereal?"

Pure gold.

Okay Seriously. Somebody's Gotta Be Kidding.

This cannot be for real. I mean, honestly.

I especially like this little gem:

One can argue that a young woman speaking her mind is a sign of equality. "That's a good thing," says Sawyer, father of four daughters. "But for some guys, it has come at a price. It's turned into ED in men you normally wouldn't think would have ED."

So, if I have an opinion, the moment I put it into words I'll hear a fizzling sound and know that, dammit, I've made another penis shrivel into patriarchy-deprived oblivion?

I'll have to warn my boyfriend.

I do have to say, at least they mentioned the fact that drugs, alcohol, not exercising, and stress were all contributing factors as opposed to "Men suffer when women can't keep their legs closed". But still, some of the things in that article make the patriarchy radar bleep rather loudly.

In other news: Click this link if you want to be cool. It's totally free, and it donates tampons and pads to homeless shelters in your state.

Who you gonna call? Prickbusters!

Some guy told me to "Get off his dick" today when I told him he was gross for spitting.

I was tempted to tell him that I unfortunately had forgotten my magnifying glass.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.