I’d like to issue a big, fat Fuck You to the following people:
1. Those who suggest that people only read this blog because the bloggers are attractive (but at least he thinks we’re pretty! *bats eyelashes*). Fuck you.
2. Those who suggest that feminist bloggers spend all our time talking about blowjobs and don’t do anything to actually help women. Because apparently we’re unable to discuss sex and political issues at the same time. And apparently these individuals are unable to read or do any of their own research. Fuck you.
3. Those who claim that feminists don’t care about international women’s rights, despite the fact that feminists have been raising hell about these issues long before they were used as excuses for war (thanks to Zuzu and Nanette for the links). Almost every time one of us posts on issues primarily affecting Muslim women or women in the Middle East, we get this exact same reaction: “But feminists don’t care about women around the world!” I’m getting tired of posting these same press releases, and of continuing to direct people to Human Rights Watch, Amnesty International, the Global Fund for Women, Planned Parenthood International, MADRE, and the International Center for Research on Women. Next time, Google it your damn self, because I’m tired of doing your homework for you. Fuck you.
4. Disengenuous anti-feminist blow-hards who, with but a tenuous grasp of the material they’re criticizing, argue that this is why everyone hates feminists. And perhaps it’s the theme of the day, but really, when will the anti-feminists stop pulling the “Why don’t you spend your time on real feminist causes, like pornography or sex trafficking or child care or the wage gap?” card? Earth to assholes: WE DO. We’re remarkable multi-taskers, and our wee female brains somehow manage to think about more than one thing throughout the course of the day. And fyi, you criticize us even when we do cover the “real” feminist issues. So fuck you, too.
Who’s got you pissed off today? Bitch away in the comments.
Bitchy feminists ;)
Morning, Jill.
What do you even look like? Should I care? Maybe you’re my grandmother. Do you like your new pepper mill? Love you. I’ll be home for the 4th.
This fucking insomnia. Piss off, insomnia.
But also, the blazing arrogance of the fellows referenced in item 1 above. I mean, work it out logically–oh, I’m sorry, I forgot, only men can think logically, but let me have my half-measure full for a second:
1. Posts on this blog regularly generate active, often lengthy, discussion.
2. I’m not even counting trackbacks, but based on how many times and in how many different places I read “Over at Feministe today” or some variant thereof, I’m going to guess you’re not hurting there either.
3. Even with high participation by readers, there’s an enviable signal-to-noise ratio in most of the threads, i.e., few trolls.
4. Funnily enough, some of the worst trolls to this blog have also been the most smitten by (or otherwise obsessed with) your looks.
5. Despite this apparently mindblowing level of Feministe-blogger hawtness*, such readers remain a tiny fraction of the active participants here.
So: Do I think people would pay less attention to Feministe if their bloggers were less attractive? No.
Do I think lonely, antifeminist Nice Guys would pay less attention to Feministe if their bloggers were less attractive? Yes.
Do I think “Some Guy” is actually some particular guy who’s full of Hot Air? Well, I’m not ruling it out.
Impact the loss of Nice Guy readers would have on this blog’s traffic: Sufficiently neglible as to be irrelevant. They’re not the audience, they’re not the regulars, they’re not the target, and they’re not, for once in their precious lives, the center of the universe.
In other words, fuck them.
*I’m not overlooking Piny. We all know Piny’s the hawtest one.
This is a totally self-indulgent whine, but ahem, you asked for it:
One thing that is bugging the crap out of me in this Hirshman debate is comments like this (from the Powers article you linked in paragraph 4):
It’s incredible that the drudgery of working full time at a law firm is deemed worthy of women’s “full time talents” but a woman dedicating herself to raising a family isn’t.
I agree wholeheartedly that Hirshman (despite many excellent ideas in her article) went off the rails when she trashed what stay-at-home parents do as mere drudgery. But then, in the spirit of two wrongs make a right, people constantly turn around and trash women who work at BIGLAW (like me) as suckers of the feminist movement who are doing nothing worthwhile. Yeah, BIGLAW is drudgery for the youngest associates– but you know you do get to eventually counsel clients, try cases, the whole nine yards. And yeah (gasp) you make some money at it, but apparently mere money isn’t worthy of noble womanhood.
Well, having met both Piny and Zuzu (jealous?*), I can tell you that their hawtness level is extremely high. Which, duh, is why we took them on as co-bloggers. We wouldn’t want any fugly feminists ruining the hot-girl party!
Sarcasm aside**, I can’t blame them for not posting pictures, given all the shit that Lauren and I got (and continue to get) for being too hot/not hot enough.
Yes, I do suspect that our readers are somehow able to get past our blindingly good looks and actually read what we write. But of course, that comment came from a blog whose primary writer seemed to divulge a little too much insight into his personal life when, in discussing my response to Dawn Eden’s chastity book, he writes:
Whatever works for you, RA, whatever works for you. Now I need to go throw up my lunch and take a shower (FULLY CLOTHED, of course — I wouldn’t want to give you any more material). Yuck.
*Jon Lovitz voice
**I was not being sarcastic about the fact that Piny and Zuzu are hotties. Not that it matters, of course, but I’ll throw it out there anyway.
Fake lesbians profiled in Slate and the guys who get off on them. Slate, for profiling them.
I’m pissed off with the character of Frankenstien. I know it’s wierd to hate a fictional character, but he’s a self-indulgent, self-absorbed, self-pitying, whining, irresponsible, cruel, morally bankrupt coward with a God-complex. And I’m pissed off at the fact that I can’t tell him to fuck off because I have to write essays on the idiot.
And oh yeah, I have 5 exams in 4 days next week. Yay.
Oops, it was Salon with the fake lesbians. Sorry, Slate.
I’d like to second #3 (and the others, too, but i have a point about #3). i remember reading emails about the taliban in my first year of college, when reading email involved staring at one of the six dim computer screens in the tiny concrete-block basement room of my dorm. ok, the description makes it seem like the dark ages, but it was 1993, a couple years before the war on terrorism (and oh yeah, on those misogynist fereners). also, i’m sure that feminists were working on this issue long before my sheltered, small-town brain got to college. so i’ve never understood the people who claim the feminists weren’t concerned. maybe they didn’t have email in 1993.
I get pretty pissed off at political commentators and culture warriors who consider it “liberal bigotry” when we criticize their discrimination against gay people.
Guess what? We’re under no obligation to tolerate intolerance.
Oh MY, that was an ADORABLE rant. And with such CUTE little hyperlinks!
When did you meet piny?
And, dude, my hawtness cannot be denied.
Heh, I’m not in a pissed off mood today seeing as I have my coffee and am thus incapable of being irritable, but I’ve got an anecdote about the creepy individuals that sometimes post on blogs: This morning I woke up to a one word comment on my blog saying “lesbian,” left by everyone’s favorite poster “Anonymous.” I let it go because I’m like that and I take being called a lesbian as complimentary. That said, the entry they commented on? The one in which I marry someone named Steve and am six months pregnant. Maybe I’m just really, really desperate to hide my inner lesbian? No comments on my looks so far, but I don’t post pictures.
I’m pissed off at people who piss off my pal Jill. And at guys who suck up to feminist bloggers.
Here’s a link: what was pissing me off yesterday, and is still pissing me off today. (Lifestyle judgments on obese people content)
Ilyka, you rock. That about says it all on that subject.
Now I’m pissed off at Amber’s link.
“apparently we’re unable to discuss sex and political issues at the same time.”
And since when is sex not a political issue???
As for what’s currently pissing me off, hell, I don’t have the time or energy to list it all.
This has me pissed off.
http://mensnewsdaily.com/
Since irony died.
Oooh!! Since you asked, can I add every single freaking person who has asked me when I am due and when I answered looked at me in shock and horror and replied some variation of “Are they sure there’s only one in there?” Ok, seriously, I’m short and fat to begin with, fuck off.
Hey, pissed off update! The person posting the photos of obese people on Flickr either:
A) made all the photos private
B) pulled the photos because she was tired of deleting dissenting comments, several bloggers have posted about this
C) Flickr pulled them because several people reported her for abuse.
Either way, I’d say my mood has improved!
What’s pissing me off today is ridiculously unimportant, because i have a rather bad habit of going up and down emotionally with my favorite sports teams. If you really want to know, read this comment from the World Cup thread.
As for important crap, SCOTUS is pissing me off a wee bit, especially with their decision in Hudson v Michigan. Yeargh.
What pisses me off today is doctors who load lots of idiotic notions about women’s health/looks/weight etc. into their medical treatment or advice for no reason.
Exhibit A – a friend’s surgeon, after performing her emergency C-section, telling her husband that the surgical team had “cosmetically” closed the incision so she wouldn’t have a huge scar and could still wear bikinis. (To his credit, the husband said something like, “Doctor, just tell me that she and the baby are OK.”)
Exhibit B (this happened a while ago): My doctor literally writing the words “selfish attitude” in my chart when I explained that I wasn’t willing to undergo brain surgery (read: cutting my head open with a saw!!) to remove a small pituitary tumor and increase my chances of fertility. Bet she didn’t know I could read upside down…
I’m sick of people who have no reading comprehension, and have no desire to read all of my blog.
On my blog, I posted how if I won the lottery, I’d open lots of women’s health clinic because we have only one in ND.
Someone named “Ben” posted that “We had one in Fargo. My I should try a little research”. It pissed me the fuck off: I mentioned “one” already, and a previous posted already talked about it. I wish that trolls didn’t go out of their way to not read what I write, I take it the worst way they possibly could.
Minute pirate bugs piss me off. Orius insidiosus Not sure I spelled that right. Anyway, the tiny fuckers invariably land on the inside of my elbow and sink their little sucking mouthparts into my flesh.
Anti-intellectual assholes who look things up on Wikipedia and think they know more than experts who have dedicated their lives to the study of a certain area piss me off.
They’re better than the ones who don’t bother to do that, though.
Oh hey! Not “fuck you!” Reclaim the word: “No fuck for you!”
I’m not here because of the attractiveness of the bloggers; I’m here because I am a feminist (maybe in the manner of Henry Higgens — why can’t a woman be more like a man).
But as a straight guy and sexist pig, I am curious — where are the photos of the bloggers? Eye candy is always nice … especially when the eye candy is brain candy as well ;)
Paging Chris Clarke: Cleanup on aisle 30.
See, now that was smooth.
Ew! Broken glass and catsup everwhar! and gah! Who actually eats this sauerkraut stuff? Puke! Puke, puke, puke!
FTR, I read this blog for months before I was even aware Jill and Lauren had pictures on the site. It never occurred to me to wonder what anyone looked like. I’ve never said anything about the bloggers’ appearances because I never thought it was germane* to whatever was being discussed.
What’s pissing me off? I have a training class at work tomorrow (on something I already know, natch), so I can’t stay home and watch the US game.
* or Tito ;)
Heh heh…my professor, without realizing what he had done until later, made tomorrow morning’s class optional, so i get to legitimately watch the US match (if he hadn’t done that, i would have skipped class and watched anyways).
But don’t worry, Thlayli, i’ll tape it for you. ;-)
Nah, I’m actually good today. Not really pissed off about anything specific. Thanks for asking. :)
Damn – I’m pissed that I haven’t been keeping up with the comments community in feminist blogs as much since graduating college and thus did not find out until a few months after the fact that Antigone has finally started her own blog. So to the linearity of time – fuck you. That’s right, you damn abstract concept.
I seem to be angry all the time these days. I get pissed that the Diamondbacks have lost 18 of their last 20 games, then I’m like, there are more significant stuff to get pissed off about, then I pay attention to the news and get pissed and depressed. Hurrah.