speaking of Feminist Uber-Mega-Mega-Mega Thrash, World Without End, Round XXVIII, or rather in this case some insipid little sparrowfart called Ann something of whom i'd never before heard, who is apparently exercising her great concern for the state of feminism by critiquing a fellow feminist blogger's (Jessica of Feministing, give it up for the woman! congrats!) being invited um I mean decision to appear with former President Bill Clinton, on account of well garsh, should *feminists* -really- be appearing with, you know, That Man? and also oh by the way, sez Ann whosis, something or other about Jessica's tits. and what she's wearing, and how she's standing. Ann apparently does not approve; and neither do her four hundred thousand squillion regulars, I guess, and also that Feministing blog has, well, -people talking dirty- on it.
(no I am not going to provide the direct link to Ann whosis or the people talking about her right now. I'm tired and lazy and cranky, so nyah).
this latest little gastrointestinal attack passing itself off as (oh, it's just not even making an effort anymore really) "feminism," given the context, suddenly reminded me:
Say. What did the Great Feminist **Blowjob** Wars of 2006 and the Hunting of the (last real) President have in common?
Three guesses, and the first two don't count.
Oh, no. We're not collectively hung up about sex at all. Not us! Nooooo.
And our collective non-existent hangup about sex has NOTHING AT ALL TO DO WITH MISOGYNY, of course.
even when we call it Feminism! ESPECIALLY when we call it FEMINISM!
or, at minimum, you know, we just rilly rilly care about women like poor little Monica Victim Deludanoid Sexbot Slut Hobag my GOD did you see what she is WEARING Lewinsky/random blogger who said a Bad Thing/that woman on the street in the pencil skirt/faceless, nameless "pornstitution" worker until she has the temerity to speak up.
Friends. Somewhere in there i thought i caught the phrase "friends of feminism."
Or no, maybe that was something else, it's all becoming this kind of mulchy pinkish blur now. "Friends of Israel," perhaps. yes, one of the other asshatteries, never mind.
But in any case:
"With friends like these, who needs enemas?"