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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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.

Just so you are all aware, we women are completely incapable of making any decisions on our own without male guidance. So sayeth Mary Grabar over at Townhall.

After watching The View and following the inane statements made on the program, I’ve come to the conclusion that it really is true what Aristotle, Saint Paul, and John Milton said: Women, without male guidance, are illogical, frivolous, and incapable of making any decisions beyond what to make for dinner.

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This was the danger of giving women the vote. The danger to conservatives (and the survival of this country) is the voting bloc of single women, i.e., those who lack the guidance of a man in the form of a husband or intellectual mentor.

She then goes on to blame it on the husbands of what she assumes to be the audience of said show.

Probably many of the women watching the View are stay-at-home moms. But I question what kind of men they have for husbands, or “partners”; they’re probably English professors who have “Peace is Patriotic” bumper stickers on their Volvos. They’re probably the ones who work under department heads who have imposed the popular pedagogical policy of the “maternal presence” in the classroom. These male teachers try to be “facilitators” and nurture spoiled college students who are text-messaging insults about them as they drone on about the “other” and feelings. They write conference papers agreeing with their colleagues that the whole canon of dead white male authors should be eliminated to make way for women writers who eschew linear (read logical) and therefore patriarcha thought. They probably sit down to pee.

Oh! I get it now, women who have opinions that don’t agree with the bullshit as spelled out by the patriarchy and its blind followers must be married to, or as Mary so delicately puts it, “partnered” with, men who don’t grunt and scratch in public and may have, heaven forbid, “feelings.”

And, they sit down to pee.

*blink*

Oh, just so you know, the author isn’t a typical woman.

No I’m not a typical woman. I read philosophy. I hate to shop. I don’t care what I’m wearing. Nothing in my house is coordinated.

Well, thanks for clearing that up. It is entirely relevant to your opinion as to why single women shouldn’t have the right to vote.

I don’t know, maybe stop watching The View? It’s crap. Ask your husband if you can watch something more intellectually stimulating. I’m sure he’ll give you permission.

While sitting on the back patio Friday night a conversation came up regarding feminism. It was a brief conversation, but it occurred to me that even in 2006 there are still so many misconceptions on what feminism is, and what it is not.

I can’t speak on behalf of the entire movement, and I most certainly can’t speak on behalf of the 3rd wave (what with me being just a wee bit too old to be one of those fierce little bitches, Goddess bless ‘em), but I can speak for myself.

Might I suggest stopping here, taking a bathroom break, getting coffee, and then coming back to read? Get comfy, this is going to be a long one.

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For my male readers, here’s some solid advice from Forbes: Don’t Marry Career Women*

1. You are less likely to get married to her.

Because, like, see, women with careers, they don’t want to get married and settle down. Oh, and successful women tend to have higher standards for mates in the event they do want to get married. Those selfish bitches!

2. If you do marry, you are more likely to get divorced.

Career women work too much, and that will ruin your marriage. Men who work too much, well, you know, who really cares because it’s the bitch’s job to run the house anyway.

3. She is more likely to cheat on you.

Educated women who make more than $15/hour generally can’t be bothered to deal with just one man. They are too easily tempted by attractive, intelligent office mates. Insatiable whores!

4. You are much less likely to have kids.

Career women don’t want to be incubators for your seed and carry your DNA forward to the next generation. How rude! Obviously they don’t know their place.

5. If you do have kids, your wife is more likely to be unhappy.

With her career now in shambles, because she agreed to incubate your seed, she’s depressed and lonely. You would think that she’d be happy to devote her life to rearing your spawn while you work extra hours and bang your secretary. Her hormones are probably out of whack now, you should get her to her 100k mile tune up.

6. Your house will be dirtier.

How can you be expected to do housework while you are busy fast-tracking your career and eye-humping the receptionist? Your wife certainly isn’t doing it, she’s too busy banging the mailboy while working “overtime” and taking a meeting.

7. You’ll be unhappy if she makes more than you.

With her making more than you, you are unable to lord your superiority over her. You’ll be miserable and probably start eyeing the secretary. She doesn’t make anywhere near your salary, stud.

8. She will be unhappy if she makes more than you.

Women like it when you lord your higher earnings over them. It makes them feel safe and secure knowing their place in the world.

9. You are more likely to fall ill.

If she’s not keeping your house spotless, because she is working too much, you are going to get sick and probably die. Then she’ll collect your insurance, buy a sports car, and start screwing her intern.

*Looks like someone pulled the article. Whoopsie. No, wait, they put it back. As a point, counter-point. “Forbes.com published a story Aug. 22 by editor Michael Noer on two-career relationships that provoked a heated response from both outside and inside our building. Elizabeth Corcoran, a member of our Silicon Valley bureau and principal author of the magazine’s current cover story on robots, sent in [a] rebuttal.”

From the “I Should Stop Looking at the News” department:

According to ESPN.com, Reuben Droughns of the Cleveland Browns is very apologetic. *cough*

Droughns is accused of throwing his wife, Kellie, to the ground and onto a bed before throwing her outside and locking the door during a May 12 altercation at their suburban Denver home.

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Droughns, who rushed for 1,232 yards last season, apologized in June for “bringing this negative attention to the team once again.”

Nice to know he cares.

Let me just put the disclaimer in here now. If you are a co-worker, this is your opportunity to click out and go read something nice and warm and fluffy. If you choose to stay, don’t stare at me funny tomorrow.

I’m still up to my neck in alligators at work, hence my lack of posting here, or elsewhere for that matter. But I’m supposed to blog today, because it’s Blog Against Sexism Day. And I can’t.

I’m sorry, I haven’t the words. I stare at the world I live in and I want to shake people until their eyes fall out. I want to scream from the rooftops that we are killing our daughters, that we are stripping them of their right to be human. Will it do any good?

Blog Against Sexism. What in the hell does that mean anyway? Will we all write about how outraged we are that South Dakota sucks monkey balls? How shocked we are that the Italian government has lost their collective minds? How disgusted we are that a judge tried to force a young woman to watch a video of her own rape and then rejoice because he changed his mind? How dismayed we are that one of those rapists was acquitted?

And on and on and on…

Does it do any good? If someone, somewhere, will tell me that all of this collective rage and anger will accomplish something, count me in. Otherwise, color me just one more outraged woman living in a world I can barely tolerate. I’m too tired to be this angry.

Stop the world, this uterus wants to get off.