Today in “Holy Shit, Hypocrisy”, kick ass Twitter user @CardsAgstHrsmt has been posting Tweets from dudebros which say one thing…and then some pictures of them that say something else:
Yup. Women who pose half-naked lose the respect of dudes who happily post pictures of themselves…half-naked?!? Really?
Just look at them, shameless and proud of their near nakedness, posting pictures and showing off. Would you want your kid to bring such hussies home all like, “I want to marry him!”. Nay, I say, nay! Just look at how little respect these men have for themselves!
Wait, what was that? I shouldn’t hold these men to the same standards as they’re holding women? Why, I wonder? It’s not like there’s a double standard at play OH WAIT YES THERE IS!
See, boys (may I call you boys? Tough, I’m calling you boys), what you’re doing is what most mature adults would call “Being a hypocritical jackwagon”. I’m going to assume that you probably are very aware of it, and are exploiting the fact that it’s a-okay for you to pose half-naked and get no shit for it, while a woman doing the same thing would be buried under the weight of the shit she would receive: creepy comments, harassment, calls of “slut” and “whore”, etc. And heaven forbid if a woman held the same standards as you do.
“It’s just the way it is!” some folks will argue. “It’s a double standard, but there’s nothing we can do about it! It’s natural/human nature/*insert other evo psych bullshit here*!”
The only ones holding up that double standard are you, while the rest of us are trying to get past that sort of nonsense. How many of these assholes (or those who nod right along in agreement) might have Tumblrs full of half naked women to wank to? Are any of them fans of upskirt/downshirt pics? Then it takes some damn nerve to judge anyone who volunteers to show off their bodies with the same pride these guys show off their pecs, abs, and chest?
My flabber is gasted. Or it would be if I wasn’t oh so painfully aware of sexism. Do better boys.
Or at least cover up. I can see your nipples.*
*Obvious Disclaimer is Obvious: Yes, I know the answer isn’t for everyone to actually put clothes on, but for everyone to be free enough to wear whatever amount of clothing they want, snap photos, and post them on any social media site they have access to. Duh. Now you don’t have to argue for/against it in the comments. Cheers!
I need a little silliness to make me not feel like my country is falling apart in a hail of angry white guy bullets.
Thankfully, I’ve been provided the perfect opportunity to laugh. Someone read my previous post, and they didn’t like what I had to say.
Or maybe it was how I said it?
Now, I’m surprised to see any pro-life anything reblogging my stuff. I’m still a literal nobody compared to much more prolific and well-written writers out there (I’m mostly a ranter anyway). But what’s really tickling my funny bone is I don’t even get what this person is trying to say.
Points on using “deathscort”, that always makes me giggle. It’s such a cute little term they made up to make us seem a lot more dangerous than we really are. What did I say in that last post, we’re handmaidens of Satan leading the innocent into Hell? “Deathscort” kinda sums that all up in one simple, silly, nonsense word that sounds like a great name for a metal band.
Oh and the warning for “graphic content”? Priceless. I see graphic pictures of fetal body parts every single time I get on the sidewalk, and this person warns for me saying “fuck”? How precious. Sorry that you live in a world where no-no words aren’t allowed, but I live in reality, and shit is fucked up when it comes to everything pro-life.
As for “what proabort deathscorts think”, I’m failing to see the problem. We support the right to have an abortion. Duh. Abortion is a thing that has always been. Duh. Pro-lifers publicly condone violent actions while secretly praising them? Mega Duh.
So where’s the problem? Also, this is what I think. And I’m only one escort.
It’s also super funny that this FB group has fewer likes than my friend’s cat’s Twitter account. Hell, the comments on my own FB page has more likes than this group. Not that it matters, of course, but it’s still really funny to point out.
So yeah, point and laugh. Maybe it will help us all feel just a little less shitty about the world.
By now everyone’s heard of the rat bastard who held hostages and killed and injured people at a CO Planned Parenthood. It’s…how do you even start to process that?
It happened last Friday, and I was reloading the local news page over and over, took a nap and went right back to it. I needed to know when or if they would apprehend this fucker. And of course they did, alive because white, even though he killed one of their own, but that’s a different rant.
The next day, I went to escort after a long break (I was sick, then Turkey Day, and oh, my father’s been contacting me after like over a decade of silence from me. Shit’s been stressful as fuck, kay?). One of the clinic staff checked in with each of us as we suited up, just telling us to be careful, to be aware, and thanking us for showing up even after the day before happened.
Now escorting has always been serious business to me, even as I joke and make fun of the merry band of fools. Each patient is important to me, and getting them into the building with as little harassment as possible is my JOB. Serious business, folks.
I always known that clinic violence was a risk, but Friday really made it hit home. Let’s be real, we’re practically screaming “Shoot us first” in our bright yellow vests, standing outside. To these people, this ignorant jackasses, we’re the handmaidens of Satan – yes even the guys – escorting poor innocent ‘mothers’ into Hell. To someone entitled* enough to think that taking matters into their own hands will do a damned thing, we’re sitting targets.
And on the real, that’s pants-shittingly terrifying. Having to swallow that shit and show up was emotionally draining. I had so many excuses – allergies, frost on the car windows, now I’m tired from scraping all that damn frost off the windows, now the windows need defrosting because I still can’t see, do I really want to do this? We’re in Minnesota, the protesters are more annoying than scary. But it doesn’t have to be a regular, it only needs to be one person. Can I really do this?
I can do this.
I will do this.
I NEED to do this.
Of course, the accusations of ‘mentally ill loner’ are being thrown about because white and that’s another rant. Let’s get one thing straight – even if he has a diagnosis of a mental illness, doesn’t matter. It’s the entitlement that is the issue. Shit, I’m crazy. My grasp on reality sometimes isn’t all there. Some days I’m filled with so much self loathing that I stay in bed. Other days, anxiety fills me with so much dread that I don’t leave the house for days. Also, I know which end of a gun to point when I want something destroyed, and I’m a slightly less than shitty shot.
But the thought of going up to another human and blowing a hole in them makes me sick. I could never do it. Many of us with mental illnesses couldn’t do it either. Fuck, we’re most likely to BE victims of violence, so please keep that in mind as the same bullshit rhetoric we always hear when a white guy gets murdery is being trotted out.
Please keep the three victims of this shooting and all of the injured in mind.
Please keep the clinics that have suffered violence in mind.
Please keep the fact that the faction that keeps fueling this fire has the nerve to continue to call themselves “pro-life” in mind.
Please keep the security measures clinics and doctors have to go through just to do their jobs in mind.
This shit isn’t easy. It weighs on my mind every Saturday.
*I’m calling it entitlement because, well it is. It takes a nerve of steel to think that YOU, yes, YOU, you special snowflake you, will be the savior of babies for a day or a week or forever by destroying other people’s lives and/or livelihoods with your gun or your bomb or your vandalism or your wee little hatchet. That is some entitled bullshit right there, especially when your actions will have no negative effect on the fact that ABORTIONS HAVE AND WILL ALWAYS HAPPEN, YOU FUCKING FUCKS! You ain’t stopping shit. You’re just giving the less violent pro-lifer fodder to secretly wank over while they publicly denounce your fucked up actions. Fuckers.
Your Fave is Really, Really, REALLY Problematic.
Also, I believe that we will have moved ahead as a species once anyone uttering this sort of nonsense is treated as if they’ve just admitted that they enjoy congress with baby rabbits.
Not just the depravity of bestiality, but the sheer “I’d kick you in the face if I was able”-ity of not even waiting until the poor unwilling animal is mature.
The sort of reaction that is slowly backing away at all times, at parties and dinners and on public transport.
The sort of reaction that when you get on a plane, and you see that you’re sitting next to such a person, you legally get that entire row to yourself as this person is thrown off for being odious by simply existing.
“Congrats, you get the Scott Adams special. Would you like a free drink of your choice and a pillow that isn’t just filled with air and wishes?”
…until they get the good sense not to utter such junk in public as if nothing is horribly, horribly wrong with it.
…until social pressures keeps these creatures from sharing their foul breathed musings with anyone but their own ilk, far, far away from decent people who believe in odd concepts like “consent”.
…also, if you haven’t realized that Scott Adams is in the running for Prince of Ain’t Shit Mountain, where have you been? What bubble have you existed in? Are you renting space, because I’d like to spend some time in it, please?
(First Disclaimer: Because I know trolls don’t respect boundaries, I’ll just make this clear – try to add trash to my comments section, no one will ever see your shit and you’ll be shown the door.)
(Second Disclaimer: It’s 4AM after my return from con, I’m sore in all of the places – thanks fibro – I’m exhausted -thanks fibro – and my patience for bullshit is damn near zero – thanks anxiety. I am not hosting a debate. That is your only warning)
Skepticon 8 Round Up!
Okay, so I went to Skepticon 8, and boy oh boy did I have a blast! My workshop, Abortion Mythbustin’, was well attended, got some great audience participation and lots of good feedback afterwards. The workshops and talk I managed to attend – again, thanks fibro, anxiety and good ol’ impostor syndrome – were mostly awesome. I want to attend next year sooo freakin’ badly.
I rode down with some great traveling buddies who took care of me when the ride was getting too much, and the accommodations offered at the con were kinda surprising for me. Closed captioning for the talks, a place where those who couldn’t afford to eat could grab actual food, a quiet room, ASL interpretation, gender neutral bathrooms and they really took care of their speakers.
Heh, speakers, I’ll get to that in a minute.
Could they have done better with that? Well yeah. Maybe the dance didn’t needs the flashing lights they warned about, for example. But every convention has their ups and downs. All in all, I’m giving it up to the staff and volunteers. Good job.
Me, A Speaker? Holy Shit!
So yeah, Sunday morning came around and something was wrong. The scheduled speaker, Teka-Lark Fleming, hadn’t even checked into her hotel room (hope she’s alright and they found out what happened to her). They needed someone to fill in the 10 am spot.
“Hey, I have that Clinic Escort talk Brianne and I do on my laptop,” my mouth said before my brain realized what the fuck it just done.
They were delighted and before I knew it, I was on stage, running my mouth without my Partner in Crime.
People liked it. They really did. I got so many questions afterwards and I didn’t throw up. Well, I got shaky as all fuck, which is normal after I do shit after that – thanks anxiety! Big ups to Stephanie Zvan for helping me cope.
The staff were so supportive and nice and grateful and really I should be the grateful one that they gave me this moment…given what had happened the day before.
The Day Before
We had some great talks this weekend. Let me make that clear. We had some GREAT fucking talks. I was excited as all hell to hear from Dr. Sikivu Hutchinson, who minced not one single damn word (ending with a slam against ‘Dawkins dude-bros’ which got hella applause). I bounced in my seat when Fallon Fox got on stage.
…and then it was question time.
Straight up, cis people, y’all gotta learn how to speak to/about trans people and their issues without sounding like a damn fool. So many people, mostly white cis dudes, were just fucking up. “Transgenders”, “When you were a man”, shit that made my eyes roll so far.
There was one very awesome question by a sweet looking older woman who asked what martial art should she try. Fallon suggested Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, and was straight up sincere about it. Applause!
Then some asshole, in a Tap Out shirt no less, came up and tried to claim that he had knowledge about genetics and hormones and stuff because he was a former bodybuilder…
…in a room where I could count the biologists I knew…
The question was incoherent, but trying to find out if Fallon’s hormones level were the same as a cis woman’s (my term, not his), and when he got to the phrase “kept your manhood”, Lauren Ann Lane, head of this con and moderator of the talk, shut that shit down and told him to leave.
Which, because cis white dude, he didn’t. He kept arguing. Pro-tip: If con staff tells you to do something, you fucking do it.
He was escorted out to applause, and a few fools – behind me – argued that he was in the right. Ugh.
Fallon actually answered what she thought the question was anyway.
Seriously, cis people, use the Google box. Do the work!
The Mizzou Issue
Oh, this one gets a different section.
After the Fallon Fox interview, it was announced that there would be a surprise Q&A with a Mizzou student and journalist Mark Schierbecker during the lunch break. The understanding of the staff (which I talked to afterwards) was according to the press release:
“It’s important that college campuses are a safe and welcoming environment so students can learn,” Schierbecker clarified. “Racism needs to be the main issue here. Fighting racism versus advocating freedom of the press is a false dichotomy, and some people are hijacking what happened to me and other journalists to talk about freedom of the press instead of racism. I want to answer questions about what happened to me, and about speech codes, to make sure at the end of the day, we are working on addressing racism.”
Sounded okay. I didn’t even read the press release until later, but it was the understanding of those around me that this would be some sort of update or information about Concerned Student 1950 and/or Mizzou.
Boy were we wrong.
It started off okay. Danielle Muscato gave a short timeline of the issue, and they showed an edited video of journalists being ‘assaulted’ by the protesters who were enforcing an “Press-Free Zone”.
The assault? Having a camera blocked and slightly pushed. No really. We saw a 6 minute edit, but apparently the footage was 22 minutes long and had more context.
It became clear that this was more about Mark complaining about his assault and hoping that the professor who touched his camera is fired than any actual concern about race or media. Like “Let’s handle my problem so we can get back to dealing with racism on my campus”.
I walked. I couldn’t deal with any more white cis nonsense. I was fresh out of fucks.
Thankfully, I had friends who stayed and we compared notes over drinks. Angry, emotional drinks. The Q&A was more of a press event with this person trying to get sympathy for his issue. Thankfully, Diane from Kansas City Freethinkers got up at the supposed end and started the questions from the audience. Who then proceeded to put his feet to the fucking fire, explain the issues between white media and black experience, having him talk to black journalists. Dude had interviews from Fox News and Brietbart. The short video he put up has been shown on Stormfront. And it was like he didn’t give a shit.
Then he started getting all mixed up. “Everyone is a little bit racist” but “Fuck racists” and “Racists suck”. When called on it, he proceeded to lose the script. And there had to be a script at the beginning of this ‘dialogue’.
Now, watch the video. No one but his PR person Danielle (who promptly quit after this hot mess) mentioned Mark and ‘racist’.
Mark outright said that until this professor is fired, that was when the focus would return to Concerned Student 1950’s concerns. Holy fucking shit. His concern is more about this professor and his ‘rights’. Period.
Afterwards, shit just blew right up. Mark filmed and put up a video, upset and crying about being cast as a racist, said he was autistic and had social anxiety and Danielle told him to say stuff. He called it Journalists Lives Matter, subtitled “Fuck Skepticon”.
Then Twitter grabbed it and suddenly Skepticon was terrible and made an autistic boy cry and they hated autism and blah, blah, blah.
Let’s Get Some Things Straight
Firstly, this isn’t a boy. This is a grown man. A grown man claiming to be a journalist (though not a journalism student). Last time I checked, autism doesn’t turn someone into a boundary pushing asshole, and it’s shitty to claim otherwise. Mark isn’t a fucking victim. If he cared about racism, why the fuck was he on Fox News? Why was he talking to Breitbart? Didn’t he know how they were going to spin this?
And assault? Please. This guy received an direct apology from the professor who touched his camera, but it wasn’t good enough for him. He wants her fired. Please. There are black protesters who get tear gassed and shot with rubber bullets for expressing their right to be in public spaces. Get out of here with this assault bullshit.
Now, there were new people on the #skepticon hashtag trying to defend the convention and/or teach a thing or two about white media privilege who didn’t realize something very important:
There are some usual suspects who follow certain members of the skeptical movement from convention to convention, hashtag to hashtag, throwing poop and making shitty claims though they themselves aren’t even at the conventions.
Any time PZ Myers, Greta Christina, Stephanie Zvan, pretty much anyone from the Freethought Blogs network attends a convention, time for them to act like jackasses.
“Oh, look at all the empty seats!”
“Oh, something slightly inconvenient happened, it’s the end of this convention!”
“Blah, blah, SJW blah blah”
“Vague gross sexual references!”
And it goes on and on. There’s no point in trying to argue with them, folks. They have nothing new or important to say and should probably just be blocked.
They don’t care about Mark.
They don’t care about autism.
They don’t care about racism or diversity.
They don’t care about anything else than slandering people they don’t like and conventions that give more than lip service to making the skeptical movement more diverse and more interesting.
You want to know about tears? I’ll tell you about tears.
When I walked out of that talk, I fought my own tears. Tears of frustration that this fucker just wasn’t getting it. Tears of anger that this was allowed.
I wanted food and a drink to distract me and ended up at the bar. One frozen grapefruit margarita and a calamari plate later, and I could feel human again and not like I was going to bawl in the middle of the hotel restaurant.
Then I was joined by my friends, Greta, Ingrid, Jason, Stephanie, Benny, Chelsea. And was filled in on the rest of what happened AND the staff reaction.
The staff was horrified. What was sold to them was NOT what was delivered. There was panic. There was concern. Should they let the “Q&A” keep going? Should they stop it?
And then, action. They would release the entire video, audience questions included. And then there was an apology posted (Full disclosure: I was asked to review this apology before it was released). They took responsibly for this shitshow even if they were deceived as to the content.
And that is when I gained respect for this convention, and I didn’t feel like crying anymore.
Good show, Skepticon. I hope to see y’all next year.
For those new to Feminace and all of the weirdness therein, I posted a thing last year about racist Halloween costumes and how I wasn’t going to break it down how dressing as another culture is fucked up unless a motherfucker was willing to pay up.
You can find that here, and oh, by the way, my rates have gone up by $100. You know, inflation and broke bitch be broke. Fuck you, pay me.
Apparently, we have to add another type of costume to not do to the fucking list:
DON’T FUCKING DO THIS.
Do we even have to explain why?
Apparently, according to the replies on the Facebook page where this pic is featured WE FUCKING DO.
“Wah, PC is gonna ruin Halloween!”
“You’re offended, no one cares!”
“Don’t be whiny, it’s just one night!!!!”
You’re right, jackasses on Facebook, it’s one fucking night. One night that you can possibly NOT be an asshole. One night you could not make someone who CAN’T take of the ‘costume’ uneasy. One night you can try some, I dunno, creativity in a fucking costume.
We who give a shit aren’t a problem, you are. You, with all the imagination of a fucking dead goldfish, who can’t bother to think beyond “hee hee, dis ill be funneh”, are the problem. You and your lack of empathy. You and you lazy, sorry, basic asses.
I could post links that could show you why this costume isn’t okay. I could post links about disowned, disenfranchised, discriminated, and dead trans women. But you don’t care. You just want your lazy yuks, you pieces of shit.
And the fact that Caitlyn Jenner ‘doesn’t mind’ this take on her coming out outfit doesn’t fucking matter. She’s not the only trans woman in the world, so don’t even try that excuse.
If you can’t put together two brain cells together to create a fucking costume for your “one night”, you can go buy something else. Halloween Superstore has thousands of different costumes. You could be anything else that won’t shit on a marginalized group of people that YOU. ARE. NOT.
But you don’t fucking care. So fuck you.
I hope someone throws a red solo cup of trash can punch on your fucking “Call Me Cait” white nightie. I hope someone snatches your “Indian headdress” and throws it in the trash. I hope you’re thrown out of the party when you show up in black/brown/yellow/redface and treated like a pariah. I hope the people around you are better than you and treat you like the unfunny piece of shit. I hope pictures of you show up all over the Internet, your boss (current or future) finds it, and fires (never hires) your ass.
Because when you replace “being PC” with “being respectful”, you look like a jerk.
Confession: I don’t watch TV. Or Netflix. My media input is pretty much YouTube and music videos and video games.
But I’m aware enough to know when shit is going down on the TV. And that’s when I run to Twitter. It is so much more enjoyable to me to check our livetweets of other people watching shows, like watching Let’s Play and stuffs. I howled when Nicki called out Miley, and I’ve been keeping up with the Republican debates.
It’s been a clown car of fuckery, but we all knew that. But oh boy oh boy did this quote hit me in the fucking fucks:
What drugs were you on when you watched that video? Did someone switch the video out for A Serbian Film? What the entire fuck?
Polifact has been busy as fuck with each of these debates, calling out the outright lies frothing out of the mouths of these clowns, and they tackled this one and called it Mostly False. Okay, fine (EDIT: Mostly False isn’t actually okay with me). I can take my time ripping this ignorant fuckstick to shreds.
Cathy, can I call you Cathy? Too bad, I’m calling you Cathy, first I have a song for you:
Seriously, Oh My God, why the fuck you lyin’? Are you even aware of how abortions are even DONE? Probably not, because for your types, it’s just easier to repeat bullshit lies and arguments from ‘EW’ and people will just nod their heads and agree with you. Anyone watching the videos, the unedited, unspun videos, would call you for your crap.
Which scares the fuck out of me. With the House actually pass their bullshit defund Planned Parenthood bill, it’s obvious that this bullshit lying tactic is actually working. I don’t escort at a PP, so I don’t hear the worst of the bullshit, but it’s there.
“Planned Parenthood sells baby parts!!!”
And my eyes rolls until I get a headache. I hate this. I hate this so much. I know it’s gonna get veto’d so hard, and it might be the cause for yet another Republican temper tantrum i.e. government shutdown. Because they hate a health clinic.
A health clinic that doesn’t take federal money for the abortions it does.
I know at this point I’m supposed to mention that only 3% of what PP does is abortion, but frankly, I’m utterly fuckless. I don’t care if Planned Parenthood did 50%, 75%, 100% abortions. I don’t care if they provided doulas, massage therapists, soft music, a fluffy robe, general anesthesia and gave patients a puppy afterwards. Abortions aren’t a terrible awful thing. It’s a medical procedure. It’s gross, but so’s watching open heart surgery. It can be uncomfortable, even painful (I’m remembering the “let’s get past the cervix” part of my old IUD insertion and having that for a 5-15 minute procedure makes me want to scream. Knock me the fuck out, please), but so’s dental surgery.
That’s it. That’s all. Strip the emotional guilt trippy “it’s a baaaabeee” bullshit, and all you got is a basic, safe, medical procedure. The vast majority of people who have it will move on with their lives without regrets, and we’ve got studies to prove that. Defunding Planned Parenthood won’t end abortions. Making abortions illegal will not end abortions.
Making abortions sound like some horror movie bullshit won’t end them either. And you should know better, Cathy.
David Futrelle, who really needs all of the beers for bravely trawling through the dredges of the MRA/PUA/whiny manchild web and digs out true gems (and really needs more beers for watching the drecky Sarkessian Effect ‘documentary’ so the rest of us didn’t have to), reported on the reaction on reddit to this campaign about the ethics of sexbots.
Now, for those just tuning in, sexbots are supposed to be the answer to us wimmin folk using poor innocent menz, for riding the ‘cock carousel’ until we’re the old age of like 25 or worse, 30, then we ‘trick’ some nice guy into being legally stuck for us and any brats we were too silly to have on said carousel.
Don’t worry, It doesn’t make any sense to me either. I don’t think it’s supposed to make sense in Earth logic.
So yeah, once science evolves and creates these sexbots, then all these men will flock to them, and us ladyfolk will surely be sorry, we shure will!
On the real, I honestly don’t care. Wait, I take that back. I welcome our sexbot future. Bring them on. For those unable to get the sex they need, they could be a boon. And for whiny manchildren who feel offended that they have to make any sort of effort to get their dicks wet, it’s a perfect solution. Great, I say. Men Going Their Own Way, go on. PUA’s, these girls don’t require negs. And MRAs, you hate us bitches anyway. What do you care? Go nuts!
You can read that last link for some of the best reddit quotes ever. I won’t rehash.
But I will laugh. Hard.
Because if you think getting them sexbots will make these fuckers go away, you’ve got another thing coming.
Because it’s not about sex. It’s never been about sex.
It’s the feeling one of privilege gets whining about how unprivileged they are. Man, that’s a high the hardest orgasm can’t beat.
If they get what they want, then they can’t complain anymore. What, you have to make an effort to get consenting sex from a living breathing human being, and you don’t want to? Well, get a sex bot. They’ll never say ‘no’ or critique your performance or make you feel bad.
It’s not enough.
What I think is going to happen, should this ‘glorious’ future come to be, is that we’re going to get the same fuckers whining. It’ll just be a different sort of whining.
First, the price. “I have to pay HOW MUCH to get one?”
Then the price drops. “I have to pay HOW MUCH to get a quality one?”
“Look at what I can get now, you uggo feminazis! Look at me! All the sex I want. All of it! Look! Can’t you see! Aren’t you angry! I bet you’re so mad. I bet there’s all kinds of sand in your vag! I got what I want, but I can’t even enjoy it without thinking how mad you are! It’s actually how I get off, but I won’t admit it!”
Why? Let’s rephrase that:
“Look at what I can do now, mummy! Look at me! Look! Can’t you see! Aren’t you looking, mummy! I bet you’re so proud!”
…and that’s why. its not so much that they want no effort sex with a hawt babe, they want everyone to KNOW they can get no effort sex with a hawt babe and that it makes someone they don’t like angry.