I totally forgot to share this. It’s from one of my favorite blogs, PunkAssBlog.com. Live it, learn it, love it:

I would have loved to comment on this earlier, but I’ve been insanely busy. Not to mention, quite honestly, I wasn’t ready to comment on this. I couldn’t discuss it without getting emotional about it. I seriously think the only person who I have been able to talk to about this is the lovely GoddessDawn, because she felt as passionate, more passionate, about Hillary than I did.

At any rate, her speech was beautiful, and she remains to me an icon representing the potential of all women. 18 million cracks isn’t enough, but it’s a start.

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From the Why Do I Read This Shit Files:

My morning perusal of various blogs and forums brought me this lovely bit of joy that I simply had to share with you:

I just wanted to add something about the women’s movement and my experiences. I graduated from high school in 1992 and I remember the year that I graduated all the girls in my class were totally obsessed with going to college and had no interest in the boys. I don’t think anyone in my class dated to be honest. My class was a bunch of mostly loserish guys and psycho obsessive girls bent on proving they were the same as men(which I don’t believe they are).

Clearly, because -he- couldn’t get a date, no one was dating.

Satan has totally tricked men and women into thinking they don’t need each other. Men with pornography and women with women’s lib. I have to actually applaud Satan at how smart he is. He has totally destroyed the male population and put women in charge. That would be ok if women really were exactly the same as men but that is a lie too.

Hey Dad? While you are out destroying the souls of men with your evil, evil pornography, do you think that maybe you could put me in charge of something cool? This guy says you are putting women in charge. Why am I always left out?! Why have you forsaken me?!

*ahem*

Moving on.

The world now is a complete perversion from God’s plan for us. The only reason the US is still a superpower is because of the people aged 50-75 who are keeping the country afloat because they are either Christians or were raised in a Christian culture. I think after these people retire or die the US is going to fall because the young people only care about themselves. Women can just support themselves and don’t need to support a husband or have children and men can just watch pornography and play World of Warcraft all day.

If women are supporting themselves, and men do nothing but play video games and watch porn all day, who is supporting the menz? Is that seriously what you guys do all day?

Pfft. Dad probably gave you guys my allowance, which explains why I have to work so many damn hours. Thanks a lot.

I guess what I am trying to say is that God had a plan for men and women and if you don’t follow the plan the system falls apart and chaos ensues. The plan as I understand it is for the man to be the leader and the woman to support them. The man then goes out and does amazing things because he has the support and love of his wife. Without women to support men, there won’t be any amazing things anymore and the world will slide into mediocrity which is is what I think about the world we live in today.

Shorter: I need someone to stroke my ego and tell me how fantastic I am, or else I fall apart.

Seriously? The system fails if women don’t do what? WTF? IBTP.

Everything is mediocre now and nothing new or innovative is happening anymore. The fact that I am a complete failure is a good sign that the rapture is imminent because it shows that the United States is going to collapse soon when talented males can’t complete college and get Phd’s because they can’t find the motivation to do it because there are no women who will support them because all the women are getting Ph’ds themselves afterwhich they will probably not make any major scientific discoveries. It is this mechanism which is destroying America.

That -he- is a complete failure means the world is about to end? I can’t even begin to comprehend the level of stupid that was required to make that statement.

He is a failure, men in general are failures, because women are seeking higher education?

I have never met a man who became great on his own. In fact, I have never met a man who completed college without a woman’s help. All the great men that I know of had women helping them. On the other hand there are guys who divorce their wives when they get old and find someone younger. That is very damaging.

Hey, wait, maybe he’s not so stupid after all. /snark

The Rapture Ready boards are overflowing with Teh Stupid. If you can stomach it, go read a few posts. If nothing else, it’ll provide you with some interesting morning entertainment!

On February 14, 1998, V-Day was born with a group of women performing “The Vagina Monologues” in NYC to raise awareness and money to stop the abuse of women and girls. $50 million dollars and ten years later, V-Day is celebrating V To the Tenth worldwide.

What is V-Day? From the mission page:

V-Day is an organized response against violence toward women.

V-Day is a vision: We see a world where women live safely and freely.

V-Day is a demand: Rape, incest, battery, genital mutilation and sexual slavery must end now.

V-Day is a spirit: We believe women should spend their lives creating and thriving rather than surviving or recovering from terrible atrocities.

V-Day is a catalyst: By raising money and consciousness, it will unify and strengthen existing anti-violence efforts. Triggering far-reaching awareness, it will lay the groundwork for new educational, protective, and legislative endeavors throughout the world.

V-Day is a process: We will work as long as it takes. We will not stop until the violence stops.

V-Day is a day. We proclaim Valentine’s Day as V-Day, to celebrate women and end the violence.

So the big news making its way through the feminist blog scene today is coming out of Colorado, where an anti-choice group is now attempting to collect enough signatures to get a measure on the ballot that defines a fertilized egg as a person.

A person?

*blink*

Of course, it’s being done to pave the way to outlaw abortion.  But I’m thinking if we are going to take it that far, let’s just do it all the way, shall we?

Hormone based contraceptives?  Going to have to be banned.  Sorry ladies, but it’s a known fact that your pill makes your uterus inhospitable to a fertilized egg.

Barrier based contraceptives?  They interfer with the natural order of things.  Banned.

You don’t even have to ask about emergency contraceptives, do you?  Banned.

Miscarriage?  That will have to be re-evaluated.  I’m sure we can find a way to get you on manslaughter, you egg killing godless heathen.

Abortion?  Clearly, that’s murder.  You are goin’ to the pokey, bitch.  And your doctor will be in the cell next to you.

I also suspect Colorado will need to institute, at a very minimum, required monthly gyno visits to ensure you are taking good care of the baby making machine.  If you are found to not be taking care of it, I’m sure that can be grounds for some lawsuit or another.

What else?  Ah, the most important thing of all.  How does that egg get fertilized anyway?  Oh, right, sperm.

Well, here’s the deal boys.  Every time you spill that and an egg isn’t fertilized, you are taking a potential tax payer away from the state of Colorado.  You are going to have to just stop that, right this minute!  Think about the children!

Oh, and as far as being able to use your fertilized “persons” as a tax deduction?  Don’t be silly, that would be going just a bit too far, don’t you think?

via Feministing, blue blanket. A spoken word piece on the trauma of rape, words and video. Triggers abound, so it’s after the jump.

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Okay, so I haven’t posted much recently, nor really replied to much. I’ve been busy. Well, busy is an understatement. Witness:

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“Sabre,” you ask, “why are you so miffed about stupid notes that you get online?  Who cares?  Just delete it.”

Well, my leedle love muffins, let me elucidate.

Quite simply, sexual harassment makes me sick.  Whether it’s some random guy hollering “Hey baby!” while grabbing his crotch and making thrusting motions at you, or random comments on your hotness from faceless strangers online, it’s all the same.  It is the implication that I, as a female, am less than human and seen as nothing more than a receptacle for some asshole’s sperm.

In a society that questions a rape victim and suggests that she was “asking for it” because her skirt was short, or she was out alone, or she may have had sex previously, the concept of women as receptacles is real.  In an online world where women bloggers are often treated to suggestions that they should be raped as punishment for having an opinion contrary to that very concept, it is real.

Sexual harassment and assault, at the very core, are not about sex, but about power.  It’s about making the perpetrator feel more manly by reminding the female that she is less than he.  That he, as the default human, is in a greater position of strength, and that she, as the default not-quite-human, needs to know her role.

Well, fuck you and your roles.

And fuck the nonsense that it’s complimentary and women need to “lighten up.”  Initiating conversations (if you can call that a conversation) by informing me that you think I’m hot and would like to fuck me till Tuesday is not complimentary.  Full stop.

I’ve gotten nasty comments before that what I really need, in order to make me a more pleasant person, is a “good deep-dicking” or a “real man to show you what a real woman feels like.”

Want to know what will make me a more pleasant person?  Let me put it to you this way, it involves a meat grinder.  Yeah, just go with it.

Tetris asks me why I read the stuff I read online, and why I allow myself to get upset over it.  It’s simple:  it’s out there, and pretending it isn’t won’t make it go away.  It’s fucking dehumanizing, and I am over it.  I will not just shrug off every nasty comment I hear, I will not pretend that it’s funny or amusing or cute or somehow endearing.  I will not ignore it, I will not pretend that it didn’t happen.

I was not put on this planet to entertain assholes or be fodder for their fantasies.  I know I’m pretty, dickwad, and I know you think I’m hot.  But I don’t care what you think, k?  Keep it to yourself.  The simple fact that I am attractive does not give you the right to invade my personal space and tell me what you want to do to me.

Once more, for the slow, informing me of it is not complimentary.  Full stop.

Of course, I love Love LOVE Joss Whedon.  C’mon, Buffy?  Firefly?  Serenity?  Who cannot love him?  His female characters, wow.  Zoe Warren almost makes me wish I was a lesbian.  Almost.

But what’s got me all googoo today?  Joss blogged about Dua Khalil and made my heart hurt.  Don’t know her?  Oh, c’mon, you saw her on the news, didn’t you?  Being stoned to death by a group of men, some of them her family?  Her brutal death captured on cell phones and shared with the world.  Of course you know her.  If you don’t, you been living in a cave.

Joss speaks about her, and about the problem within society as a whole that deems women to be irrelevant, disposable.

“How did more than half the people in the world come out incorrectly? I have spent a good part of my life trying to do that math, and I’m no closer to a viable equation. And I have yet to find a culture that doesn’t buy into it. Women’s inferiority – in fact, their malevolence — is as ingrained in American popular culture as it is anywhere they’re sporting burkhas. I find it in movies, I hear it in the jokes of colleagues, I see it plastered on billboards, and not just the ones for horror movies. Women are weak. Women are manipulative. Women are somehow morally unfinished. (Objectification: another tangential rant avoided.) And the logical extension of this line of thinking is that women are, at the very least, expendable.”

Read it.

Last night breast cancer scored another victory.  Molly Ivins, one of my favorite political columnists, lost the battle.

There have been many wonderful things said about her today, so I’m not going to make you sit here and read anything terribly sentimental.  She was smart, funny, and most importantly, she got it.

She will be missed.