So, I’m a total Twitter convert. I used to be one of those people that was like “omg TWITTER”. Well, that was before I saw awesome pro-choice folks tweetin’ the smackdown on the regular. You’d be surprised how effective 140 characters can be in refuting anti-choice lies.
In any case, one of the folks that I’ve become acquainted with via Twitter by the name of Sunny Burn has recently created an awesome meme. Meet Anti-Choice Guy. He’s perfect to say all of the wingnuttery that pro-lifers spout on the regular. You need some misogyny? Well, he’s got it in spades! Some in every color! So, start making some macros and send them her way to get featured.
Here is how this article should have been written:
What do the guys think of your fashion?
Ladies, we’ve all asked ourselves these questions before. Well, we writers at Yahoo! have finally figured out the answer! Are you ready for it? Here goes!
WHO THE FUCK GIVES A DIRTY RAT’S ASS?
So there you have it ladies. Next time you’re wondering whether or not you should wear big sunglasses, just fucking do it if you want to. Stop giving a shit about what men think about you, because it really doesn’t matter! Besides, the guys we would have gotten for this article are undoubtedly big toolbags not worth your time anyway since they seem to think they have stock in what you wear! So, ladies, wear whatever the fuck you want – miniskirts, sweatpants with letters on them, and any kind of obnoxious slogan t-shirt that tickles your fancy- and just stop giving a fuck about the opinions of self-important dudes.
Is it just me, or has President Obama’s first term sort of been like watching Purple Rain backwards?
Here’s how I see it:
No offense to folks who love that movie, I’m one of them, but the whole movie sort of sucks until you get to the part where Prince sings Purple Rain at the end. You really only watch it because you like Prince and the music is good. You know, sort of like how you like Obama and his speeches are good. Now, I don’t mean that to sound like a Fox News contributor. When I say you like Obama and his speeches are good, I mean that when Obama speaks, you actually believe him, or at least I do. I have faith in him when he speaks, even when he’s talking to the press right after licking the balls of republicans who are just going to leave a five and a shoddy thank you note on the nightstand. I want to believe that Obama is going to continue to stand up for liberal policies and ideologies, one of the most important of which being taxes on the rich and not the middle and lower classes.
The thing that makes his presidency more and more like watching Purple Rain backwards is that he started out so wonderfully. The Change We Can Believe In, The Yes We Can, the hope, the upswing into “Yeah, we’re progressive and we’re not apologizing and we’re going to kick your republican ass out of congress and do better” mentality was all so intoxicating that year. This was the first presidential election in which I was legally allowed to participate, so I think the message was like an extra shot of tequila in my political margarita. I remember when the results came in, a bunch of my Theta Nu Pi sisters and I rode around our college campus to witness the exuding happiness. People were actually partying in the streets. I had never witnessed anything like that in my life. It felt like the victory of the century for many people. We were laughing in the Purple Rain and singing along to the “woo, hoo, hoo, hoo” and watching Obama playin’ that guitar of social justice and holding our lighters up and wiping away our Single Tear(s).
One of the first things Obama did in office was to strike down the Global Gag Rule, something I had written about just a little bit earlier in my college career (first year comp, to be precise). It was wonderful, and I was so proud and happy to see it go. Things seemed to be off to a great start.
But then things got more tumultuous. Healthcare, which should have passed much easier than it did, became a struggle. A right that Obama had defended with a stroke of his pen by striking down the Global Gag Rule suddenly became a political football with the input of Stupak-Pitts, and Obama was not the MVP we needed to punt that sucker completely out of the arena. DADT has been the strangest struggle. What should be a no-brainer repeal has become muddled – and has failed to be repealed twice now. Now,Obama and the Democratic congress have accomplished a lot of things. I don’t want to take that away from anyone. But there has been more unnecessary compromise than there is gratuitous head-explodings in Fallout 3 (get the Bloody Mess perk if you really want to make it rain guts). So, it seems as though with every turn, people are getting less and less enthused about this term, just as people get more enthused when they’re waiting for the final performance scene in Purple Rain.
This “compromise” with the Republicans just seems to be the final straw. This is that beginning part where you’re thinking to yourself “Purple Rain is on VH1 again, do I really want to suffer through two hours just to watch him sing the song at the end?”. The fact of the matter is: You do. The pay off at the end is awesome, and it’s awe-inspiring, and you sing along every time. The fact of the matter is, even though the movie sucks, the pay-off is great. The ending is worth it. The beginning of Obama’s presidency was like that, which happened to be the problem. People are expecting him to live up to that kind of amazingness all the time, and yeah, I’m one of them. I expected better. I still expect better, but this is what it sounds like when doves cry (Yeah I know, that was terrible, but so necessary).
But I think that Obama’s next Purple Rain ending moment is yet to come. If he’s not kind and doesn’t rewind soon, then I say pop in a new DVD and quit watching re-runs. But in the meantime, I’ll be interested to see if Obama doesn’t start wailing on that guitar again.
You say you want a leader, but you can’t seem to make up your mind
And I think you better close it and let me guide you to the purple rain
There you go, Mr. President. You gotta listen to the people who got you here. You do that, I bet you can recapture the swagger (that’s so desperately needed in these politically impotent times) of The Purple One once more.
Since I’m a a total fucking hipster and an insufferable music snob, I figured I’d have to include feminist music on my blog in some way. So, every once in a while, maybe every week, I’m going to post a DJ Feminizzle selection for your listening pleasure. This week’s selection is the quintessential. The classic. The inspiration for the picture in my header and my icon (and the tattoo that I have of which that is a picture).
So here choir, allow me to preach to you:
“In her hips, there’s revolution!”
So I was trying to look up a comprehensive list of things Sarah Palin has said about Obama. To meet that goal. I went to Google of course.
Try typing in Sarah Palin Obama. At least four of the suggestions will have something to do with testicles. Cajones. Balls.
Anyway. My mom and I watch Dancing with the Stars. It’s shameful, I know, but it’s filler in between House and Castle. As most folks know, Bristol Palin is a contestant on the show. This bothers me on so many different levels. First of all, Bristol is doing her best to perpetuate and exacerbate a problem she, herself, ran into during Palin’ VP run. When she is introduced on the show, the announcer generously bestows the title of “teen activist” upon her. So, if she’s an activist for abstinence, why is she on a television show doing dances like the rumba, the tango, and other various sexualized dances in revealing clothing?
Don’t get me wrong here. I’m not a prude. That is not the point I am trying to make. I do not think Bristol Palin is a “slut” and I do not think that she should not be “allowed” to wear these sorts of outfits. She can do what she wants.
My problem stems from the fact that she has become a corporeal version of the double-bind dichotomy. Bristol Palin is a walking, talking, living, breathing sexualized virgin (yes, even though she’s publicly not a virgin). The problem is that she is perpetuating the system that got her an unintentional pregnancy. you can speak in front of groups of young women at conferences if you like. You can tell them that “abstinence is a realistic choice” as much as you want. But she didn’t talk the talk before she got pregnant with Tripp, and she’s not walking the walking now considering her strut on the dance floor.
Tonight she did her tango to Britney Spears’ “Gimme More”. I thought that was entirely appropriate. Britney Spear encountered the same problem Bristol did. Women are meant to appear to be sexual. They must be sexy and seem sexually available, but when push comes to shove (which in a rape culture, it might), they shouldn’t actually consent to sex, lest they be socially punished. Bristol spoke about that tonight on the show during a personal interview. She mentioned that people called her trashy once she announced her pregnancy.
Well, Bristol, maybe if people didn’t value women for their virginity only, that wouldn’t have happened to you. Please don’t follow in your mother’s footsteps of being painfully oblivious to sexism until it happens to you, and then being unwilling or unable to call it what it is and discontinue your participation.
The thing about Bristol is this. I don’t think she’s as conniving as her mother. I might just be taken under by reality television trying to make me like her, but I don’t like her. I still think she’s irritatingly ignorant and a bad influence on young women (and for precisely NOT the reason most other people would think so). However, I feel like she just may not know any better BECAUSE of who her mother is. She recognized that the sexism and misogyny she faced when she announced her pregnancy was wrong, so if only she could put two and two together, she could be redeemed.
We’ll see I guess.
In the meantime, let’s raise our hands if we think it’s inappropriate that a prominent political figure is putting her face all over any and every television network that’ll take her?
Yeah. That brings me back to what originally got me talking about Sarah Palin, Obama, and balls. I was checking to make sure Sarah Palin was actually one of the conservative blowhard nonsense spewing fearmongerers that actually tried to claim that Obama only got elected because he tried to be a celebrity outside of the political realm. Ah yes, here’s a recent example of her “slamming” Obama for going on The View (gasp!). I guess the right answer would have been for him to resign from the presidency, endorse candidates while getting paid by a “news” organization, getting your daughter on Dancing with the Stars, and then starting your own reality show. WHILE STILL ENDORSING POLITICAL CANDIDATES.
Right. Sarah Palin. Obama. Testicles. It makes more sense than the fact that the American people are swallowing all of this down like Palin’s actually Mary Poppins with a spoonful of sugar.