In the comments to the last post, my pal bimbo (! and here we are on topic already...) notes,
I've gotta disagree with Ren on her last statement. Feminism is fun when you get to read posts like these. It's exactly this sort of thinking that defined feminism to start with. Without it: capitulation, oppression, subjugation. Ok, so maybe it's me, but I just love giving the finger. To me "oh, hell, no!" can be a whole lotta fun.
to which, i sez,
well, this is what happens when "fun" gets defined as "gratuitous" and "shallow" and "the antonym of 'work'" by all the neo-Calvinists disguised as progressives and radicals.
someone needs to remind some of these assclowns that besides everything else, also? just because you're -not- fun" doesn't automatically mean you get to be taken more seriously. That you aren't a lightweight. It may just mean you're really unpleasant.
oh, and addendum: and if you're specifically sneering at dressing up pretty/femmey and (uh oh) certain kinds of sex, or rather that people who indulge freely and unapologetically in such things and defend themselves from sneerage from their supposed allies, must needs not be serious activists, fluffy little "sparkle ponies" and "fuckbots" and so forth, guess what? You're also a sexist. Quite possibly an actual misogynist. And a homophobe, and "sex-negative" (oh, shit), and just an overall patriarchal reactionary. Yep, you heard me. Listen up, because I'm as tired of going over this particular bullshit as you, but it needs to be said again, it seems:
So you don't want to wear makeup, shave, wear high heels, have sex with boys or maybe any sort of sex at all. No feminist is telling you you have to. In fact, some of us believe that the whole fucking point of feminism is that you shouldn't have to dress or have sex in any way that doesn't make you happy, simply to please the Monolith, on account of your body belongs to you. And will fight, have fought rather hard for that basic principle in many ways. 'K?
So how 'bout doing your sisters (and femmey brothers for that matter; yeah, one of these days, we really are going to have to talk about that some more) the respect of returning the favor, hm? How about giving up just that one pleasure of regressing to junior high and "uh mah god, LOOK what SHE'S wearing." For -one- day.
"Not that I'm telling you what to do." Christ, no.