“Nobody wants to marry a pottymouth”

Oh that’ s just classic. Now they’re really confused over there.

My wife is expert at the judicious use of explosive profanity. ‘Tis a fine thing to witness, particularly when you aren’t on the receiving end.

That isn’t even the best part. The best part is “Further from Rachel Lucas.”

Oh, you mean the Rachel Lucas who’s had 3000 different blog incarnations (in fairness, this is approximately two more than I’ve had), every post in each of them easily reduced to “fuck every fucking woman on this fucking planet except me (p.s. don’t fucking email me! Don’t email me! Don’t email your fucking marriage proposals to me!)?” The Rachel Lucas who soon quit every one of her 3000 incarnations because the pressure of being the last decent female on Earth was oh! too much for her to bear? The Rachel Lucas who would then return six weeks later with an all-new blog and an even more gargantuan vanity banner than the last time, but who would then still fill post after post with the same old shit about how much women (except Rachel) suck?

That Rachel Lucas? That Rachel Lucas can take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut. Her shtick was tired at least 3000 Rachel-Lucas-weblogs ago. It’s just like her to mistake PhysioProf for a chick–after all, his post didn’t propose marriage to her.

–oh, my God, and she thinks being one of Vox Day’s favorites is a compliment. Oh, honey, no. No, no, no.

Oh damn, those uppity feminist bitches are being victims again! And whining because no one takes their mommy/kitty blogs seriously because that’s all women write about!
Seiously. “Outrage followed, most of it unladylike.” UNLADYLIKE!? I’ll fucking give you unladylike. In the ass. With a strap-on. While I curse at you in 4 different languages. Fuck you, Tim Blair, for being a patronizing douchebag.
Also Rachel Lucas can go fuck herself for being a self-important assbag of whom I’d never before heard, by the way (so much for her being the greatest! thing! on the Inter-webz!).
“Instead of complaining about being stereotyped, they could stop, you know, ACTING like the stereotypes they’re complaining about.” To that I say *ahem* FUCK. OFF. That is the most… I don’t even have a word for what a stupid, dismissive piece of asshattery that sentence is. I almost admire it; in one sentence they’ve taken all the rightful anger at being reduced to an article in the “Brainless Fluff” section of the newspaper and spun it to: ‘Well all you women only write about brainless fluff anyway, either that or you’re all shrill hairy-legged man-hating radfems who’re angry all the time. so quit pouting because this is what you deserve.
Also, my girlfriend is in awe of my ‘pottymouth’ and has in fact announced her plans to marry me… sooo… that was a really dumb headline? Oh but wait, I’m an exception cause we all know lesbians don’t count, having hairy legs and all.
I’m really pissed off (can you tell?)
To Rachel Lucas, Tim Blair, anyone, ever, who uses the word ‘ladylike’ to me: FUCK YOU. FUCK OFF. GO FUCK YOURSELF. and just for good measure, FUCK.
I think that was sufficiently profane.

Frankly, I’ve always liked women who have a bit of a mouth on ‘em. I’m a bit wary of people who won’t tear up a good cuss when called for.

Yeah, people who are offended by swear words generally fail my “allowed to be in my life” test pretty fast. Not necessarily people who choose not to in general conversation, but people who make a big deal about it when I do.

Of course the criticism of the issue at hand is ridiculous. At the same time, am I the only one slightly turned off (not by pottymouthism, but by) lolcat-speak (ie. laydeez, etc.)? I know it’s the in-fashion thing to do to make the opponent sound stupid, and maybe I’m old fashioned, but even to me, it seemed a little ill-thought-out.

Nobody wants to marry a pottymouth? Bizarre. Nobody wants to teach third grade to a pottymouth – that’s a pain in the ass. But marriage? Huh?

“I wonder if the amount of profanity in a written blog post, for example, fairly reflects the way that person talks. ”

Not always. I am usually rather formal on the blogs, while in person I use expletives as multiple parts of speech in the same sentence. In a professional context, even. (Lawyers. Pottymouths common among us.)

I absolutely want to marry a pottymouth. I don’t know that I could coexist with someone who wasn’t.

So I guess some folk would get their dander up at this breakdown of the word “motherfucker” by the irreverant pottymouther, Bernie Mac:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=REIe11qJjJA

BTW, he’s married and I betcha Mrs. Mac ain’t complaining.

I hate self-righteousness, esp. when you try to impose it on others. So Rachel Lucas, please shut the fuck up and let some more gray cells grow before you open your trap again.

Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, CockSucker, MotherFucker, and Tits!

UH-OH. Now I’m never gonna get married. Fuck, what am I gonna fuckin’ DO?!

I believe his wife died of cancer (I think) in the mid 90s. I want to say 1994, but that might not be correct.

Oh for crying out piss. That’s just stupid.

But yeah, Physioprof, watch your fucking language. You’re making us — hahahaha, I can’t even type it with a straight face.

I feel a rant of bloglical proportions coming on…

Who the fuck wants to get bloody fucking married in the first fucking place??? Those folks can kiss my fucking ass.

Seriously, I think that people that get all uptight about some swear words are small brained. They’re just words, and Jesus does not give a flying fart whether you say ‘fuck’ or not. He didn’t even speak English!

Also, to the person who suggested that people might be cursing more on the internet then they do verbally, fuck that shit! I fucking say fuck all the fucking time. It’s my favorite word. And “fuck that shit” is my favorite phrase. But I don’t really write it that much on my blog.

Except when I’m with my mom. She’s really the only person I would curb myself for. Not some man. Not some douchebag who thinks he’s a man. And not for some scaredy cat little girl who’s afraid that nobody is going to like her.

He turned to me and said “You realize that their will be guys that do not want to marry you because you curse like that.”

My response: “Like I give a flying fuck”

That is teh awesome. :D

Cursing at multiple levels is fun. Example: Golly fuck. Gosh darn cunt. Etc.

What’s up with all the cat hate? I mean, seriously? Did anyone else get that in the comments over at Rachel’s blog? And her dog banner, and LOLdog section? It kinda makes me feel like maybe someone has gone and done something stupid and equated cats with women, and dogs with men, and women who profess a Love of Dogs and a Hate for Cats get an Honorary Penis for their trouble.

Nah. Surely, that’s just me being all paranoid.

Hmm. Maybe I should change my net name from Neko Onna (cat Woman) to Inu Onna (dog Woman). Do you think that’ll give me enough PenisCred to overcome my frequent use of vulgarities, and snag me an honest-to-goodness Manly Man, of the “Cheetos Huffing” variety?

I got to see George Carlin live a couple years ago, and as we were leaving, I was talking with my friend (who had never heard him before) and said “Yeah, he’s a funny motherfucker.” And this old couple in the row in front of us turned around and *tisk*-ed at me. Mind you, this was a show where he opened with his weathercunt joke, and closed with the bit about autoerotic asphyxiation. But me saying motherfucker was apparently beyond the pale. WTF?

I read Feministe because of the quality of the ideas here, in the posts and comments. That has nothing at all to do with the amount of profanity included. The comments over there prove how readily you can say awful, hateful shit without ever swearing. Fuck that shit. Thanks Feministers!

What’s up with all the cat hate? I mean, seriously? Did anyone else get that in the comments over at Rachel’s blog? And her dog banner, and LOLdog section? It kinda makes me feel like maybe someone has gone and done something stupid and equated cats with women, and dogs with men, and women who profess a Love of Dogs and a Hate for Cats get an Honorary Penis for their trouble.

Nah. Surely, that’s just me being all paranoid.

Nope; that’s what passes for “enlightenment” in the Rachelverse. Get out now, while things still make a lick of sense!

Also, I don’t particularly want to be taken seriously. Would I have a photo of myself in a helmet on my About page if I wanted to be taken seriously?

So, we are all supposed to be JUST LIKE HER? Does she think we should dress just like her and live like her and do everything JUST LIKE RACHEL? You know, some of us (((gasp))) are DIFFERENT THAN SHE IS. Do you think she is aware of that? That there are different women in the world, with different blogging goals than she has? Has this NEVER occurred to this person?

There is so much wrong with this breezy-yet-self-righteous rant (starting with how smug and certain she is that she WILL be taken seriously), that I don’t know where to start. For instance, although I have never read her blog before and DID NOT LOOK at the “about” page, I could easily guess her class, race, looks, able-bodiedness, nation-of-origin, general age-range, thinness, education-level and childless-status. So, when she brags that some guy-blogger GETS her, I have to ask, does he share all or most of those attributes with you? Well, duh, let’s hope he GETS you, or he’d be a damn fool.

The fact that people like him already GET people like her, is something she thinks is really worth mentioning. Does she understand that is business as usual? Does she understand that is part of the problem BlogHer was trying to address? I guess not, she is too busy bragging that although she doesn’t expect to be taken seriously (she is wearing a HELMET forgodsake! Isn’t that the height of CAREFREE BLOGGER COOL or WHAT?), she just IS taken seriously ANYWAY, because she doesn’t have any kids or cats, and if she did, she certainly wouldn’t blog about them! That’s progress, baby!

Excuse me, but HUH? Give me PhysioProf’s multiple f-words any day. Good fucking God.

I was called a pottymouth once. I asked the person to call me an inexhaustible smutmouth instead. It’s more accurate.

@JJD – My mom feels the same way. And my brother, father and I did the exact same thing. Deadwood is a thing of joy and beauty for swearing cocksuckers everywhere.

PhysioProf, talk dirty to me.

Awww PhysioProf, you’re married? And I was all set to seduce you with my dirty, dirty pottymouth and my evil, tracherous vagina! Damn straight there was gonna be trouble! You know how wiley us wimmin are- if we’re not thinking about our cats, we’re trying to hump some dude- probably for money.
But you had to be married. Well, fuck. And shit goddammit. What’ll I do with my Saturday now? *goes off to blog about kitties*

I don’t know what everyone’s so pissed about. Those commenters are a bunch of morons rambling incoherently about stuff they know nothing about. Who cares?

I very rarely swear, but if it’s going to keep the Real Menz away, then maybe I should start! Although, my lack of a push-up bra and my ability to think for myself already do that for me, thank the goddess. Luckily, a girl like me finds it very easy to make friends with the sort of genderqueer bisexual men whose company I enjoy. The idea that I would want to get married is completely bizarre.

I like how Rachel has decided that we’re all menstruating. I guess the way to be “taken seriously” is to throw out generic anti-feminist slogans. (Although, that’s not really being taken seriously). On the other hand, if women write about violence, slavery, media, politics, class and race issues, etc, like the writers of Feministe, apparently that’s “boring”. It sure isn’t boring to me, or to other thinking humans.

I didn’t check, but if it’s true that Blogher only focuses on mommy blogs and cat blogs, then I’d say that BlogHer is anti-feminist, because they’re making it look like women never write informative blogs, which they do. I’ve never seen a post on a feminist blog about one’s kids. The cat posts I’ve seen have been largely ironic, poking fun at the stereotype. The commenters over there really have no idea what a feminist blog is.

never get married? O_O Well I say! Bother that nonsense! I shall thus retire the the sitting room and play the grand piano, that is if I don’t need to fetch hither the fainting couch from all this ghastly profanity!

The “rules” Rachel cites actually boil down to a meta-rule: Don’t be a woman. Men, of course, can do all the things Vox “forbids” and still get taken seriously.

Quote from that site:

Here’ some free advice, if you want to play with the boys, you’ve got to play by their rules, not demand that you get extra consideration for all those hormones.

You couldn’t get a better illustration of the idea of “feminism” held by people who haven’t bothered to find out about it. Men are the default. Feminism consists of learning to play by their rules. Fail.