Thursday, May 19, 2011

"I can feel his breath on my neck"

The Stupid Jerk I'm Obsessed With

Maggie Estep

The stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
stands so close to me
I can feel his breath
on my neck
and smell
the way he would smell
if we slept together
because he is the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
and this is his primary function in life
to be a stupid jerk I can obsess over
and talk to that dingy bimbette blonde
as if he really wanted to hear about her
manicures and
pedicures and
New Age ritualistic enema cures and
truth be known, he probably does wanna hear about it
because he is the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
and he's obsessed with doing anything he can
to lend fuel to my fire
he makes a point of standing
looking over my shoulder
when I'm talking to the guy who adores me
and would bark like a dog
and wave to strangers
if I asked him to bark like a dog
and wave to strangers
but I can't ask him to bark like a dog
or impersonate any kind of animal at all
cause I'm too busy
looking at the way the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
has pants on that perfectly define his well-shaped ass
to the point where I'm thoroughly frantic
I'm just gonna go home
and stick my head in the oven
overdose on nutmeg and aspirin
and sit in the bathtub reading The Executioner's Song
and being completely confounded by the fact
that I can see
the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with's face
defining itself in the peeling plaster of the wall
grinning and winking
and I start to yell,
Get the hell out of there
You're just a figment of my imagination
Just get a life and get out of my plaster
and pass me the next painful situation please
but he just keeps on
grinning and winking
he's the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
and he's mine
in my plaster
And frankly, I couldn't be happier.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

My Future Child

Eliza Sayers is my new hero. And she is only 10 years old.

Her editorial addressed to Boys from around the World is...just...fabulous.

I can only hope that my future children will be as cool and kick-ass as she is.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Hmmm....

The other week I was having a low point. You know those kind of days - you are in a sad, foul, depressing mood and you sit there rethinking everything about your life, everything you've done and everything that has happened to you up until this point. You listen to sad music even though you know it's only going to make you feel worse and you cry so hard you sound like a wounded animal but you can get away with it because no one is home and only the neighbours can hear you but you don't care because they are strangers and what the hell do they know about your life? You need someone to talk to so, out of desperation, you call your Mum who can't make out what you're saying through your sobs and the sounds of sniffing the snot back into your nose. She thinks something really awful has happened or that you are physically hurt but calms down - a little - once she realizes it's just your heart that's hurting.

Yeah, one of those moments....

So, there I was. Questioning myself as a person, my relationships with others, the whole lot. 

I sat there wondering if my feminist views were actually hindering my relationships with people - friends, acquaintances and, more importantly, lovers or boyfriends.  I have been struggling with the mentality that I need to change people's opinions on certain issues and that if they could just see things in a different light then all would be well with the world. "Isn't that what activism is all about?" I thought. If people didn't listen to me or tried to make the issue into a joke I would get overwhelmed and upset. I took it personally. How could I not? These were things I so strongly believe in. To have someone laugh in your face when you discuss issues so personal to you is like a slap in the face. It felt like someone was laughing at my own pain. I would walk away feeling frustrated and angry at the world. And this feeling would linger for days.

As I sat there questioning all of this, I happened to open a newspaper and flip to the horoscope section. And, in all honesty, here is what it said:



"Is it possible that your compulsive discontent for certain political issues is inhibiting your capacity for personal happiness?"

Ho.Ly. Shit.

Um. Yeah. I think it is definitely possible!

While I am not one who normally buys into all the horoscope-y schtuff, I truly believe that this is a sign.

I talked to Kels about it the other night and she gave me some advice that I really took to heart. It's impossible to keep everyone in check about sensitive subjects ALL the time. And, obviously, not everyone is going to 100% agree with you. I need to start thinking about Feminism in relation to ME and how it pertains to my own life - not necessarily the lives of others. Perhaps I have been too serious as of late, finding the offense in every little thing that anyone says. Geeze, it's like I've been acting like the Feminism Police! Hardcore. I need to relax. For my own sanity, I need to relax. If I don't like something someone says or if a remark or comment offends me...a discussion is a possibility but not a necessity. There doesn't need to be a lecture or a "shame on you". Sometimes, it's just not worth getting upset or worked up over.

While it will be tough, I think having this sort of mentality about Feminism will free my mind of these constant "Is this really the world I live in?" thoughts. Hells yes there are a shitload of depressing things happening every day around me. And yes, sometimes anger and outrage can be a  motivating factor in fighting for a better world. But I'd like to think staying hopeful and keeping a positive outlook will spark more change than anger will.

Monday, April 18, 2011

And this is why I use the Diva

About 2 years ago (I think...roughly...) I was introduced to the Diva Cup.

I had been using tampons and pads for years and the thought of using some silicone cup that stays inside you by suctioning to your insides seemed pretty...freaky.And painful.

But I read about the benefits of the Diva (better for your lady bits, better for the environment, etc) and decided, in spite of fear for my vagina, to give it a try.

Best. Decision. Ever.

Now I try to encourage others to use the Diva Cup by explaining the the negative effects tampons (and other feminine hygiene products) have on your body (the chemicals they contain, toxic-shock syndrome, etc.) and also by telling them how much money they will save! Think of how much money you spend on tampons and pads every month and every year. It definitely adds up. While the Diva is an investment, I don't necessarily think it is a huge investment compared to how much one would spend on feminine products monthly/annually. And just  think about all of the great things you are doing for the environment.

So, as Lu Bailey says: "Cleaning our vaginas is a multi-billion dollar industry. And thanks to pop culture's insistence that a clean, sanitized vagina leads to great sex and a happy marriage, the clean vagina business show no signs of slowing down."

Another benefit of the All Mighty Diva: stickin' it to the man by not buying into the ridiculousness of this billion dollar industry that is constantly perpetuating the myth of the "dirty vagina".

24 more SlutWalks? Hells Yea!

So.

For all of those asshats who said things like "Yeah, nobody cared about that SlutWalk thing" or "It only got 2 minutes of coverage on the news - people will forget about it by tomorrow" ...

Suck on this!

Atleast 24 more Slut Walks are in the works!

Check out this interview on Feministing with Sonya Barnett and Heather Jarvis (co-founders of SlutWalk).

This just made my day :)

Thursday, April 14, 2011

yes Yes YES!!!!!!!

I'm not Crazy - I'm just an Emotional Idiot

Emotional Idiot
by Maggie Estep

I'm an Emotional Idiot
so get away from me.
I mean,
COME HERE.

Wait, no,
that's too close,
give me some space
it's a big country,
there's plenty of room,
don't sit so close to me.

Hey, where are you?
I haven't seen you in days.
Whadya, having an affair?
Who is she?
Come on,
aren't I enough for you?

God,
You're so cold.
I never know what you're thinking.
You're not very affectionate.

I mean,
you're clinging to me,
DON'T TOUCH ME,
what am I, your fucking cat?
Don't rub me like that.

Don't you have anything better to do
than sit there fawning over me?

Don't you have any interests?
Hobbies?
Sailing Fly fishing
Archeology?

There's an archeology expedition leaving tomorrow
why don't you go?
I'll loan you the money,
my money is your money.
my life is your life
my soul is yours
without you I'm nothing.

Move in with me
we'll get a studio apartment together, save on rent,
well, wait, I mean, a one bedroom,
so we don't get in each other's hair or anything
or, well,
maybe a two bedroom
I'll have my own bedroom,
it's nothing personal
I just need to be alone sometimes,
you do understand,
don't you?

Hey, why are you acting distant?

Where you goin',
was it something I said?
What
What did I do?

I'm an emotional idiot
so get away from me
I mean,
MARRY ME.


....Yeah, I can be like that sometimes...

"I don't know what to say" isn't necessarily a bad thing....

"I don’t always know what I’m thinking. I don’t believe that anyone always knows what they’re thinking. It’s important to acknowledge this, because when people don’t acknowledge it, they often simply decide to be something that doesn’t quite match up with what they want. Sometimes this works fine — if the pattern a person chooses to impose on her self can function, then who cares if it’s a perfect match? (I mean, arguably, people are always imposing unmatched patterns on our thoughts and selves.) But although this sometimes works fine, there are plenty of times when it doesn’t work fine. Or really at all."

Via.

I never know what I am thinking. I have a million thoughts going through my head at any one time, especially in a high tension situation or moment of conflict, and people have noted I often get this...pondering...sort of look on my face as I stare off into the distance, seeming absent from the here and now.

No, this is not the case. I am not avoiding the conversation or not paying attention. I am merely thinking. I am searching for something to say, sorting through the millions of thoughts in my head or feelings in my heart and gut. People push for me to say something, anything, and I just....can't. "I don't know what to say."

I've been told this is problematic, that I don't talk about my feelings and I should, that I am being closed off. And for a long ass fucking time I believed it. But then I actually thought about it: I AM a chatty, talkative person. I like having discussions and debating with people. I think the problem lies in the fact that, because I always seem to have a million thoughts at once, I'm not so great at putting my thoughts into words (well enough that my point can be understood anyways). And so when I am sitting there staring far off into the distance, I am merely trying to put in order all my unorganized thoughts and feelings on the matter so that when I DO have something to say....it won't come out a jumbled mess and I can be better understood.

To me, taking the time to think and organize my thoughts is an important process. I would like others to understand that it is not in their best interest, or my own, for me to spit something out because they want or need to hear something in that exact moment. If "I don't know what to say", then I don't. It doesn't mean I won't ever. I just need time to properly articulate what I have to say.

So, quit pressuring me. Please refrain from taking it as an indication that I don't care or that I have zero opinion or feeling.

I do. Just takes me longer than some, is all.

Warm and Fuzzy






My Little Sidekick

A new accomplice has moved in with Kels and I. Let's welcome Miss Gretchen Wilde:


She's cute, cuddly, and will shower you with puppy kisses and probably try to naw away at the hem of your pants.  She's got awful breathe but...she's workin' on it.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Yeah, so THIS is exactly why we participated in Slut Walk...

Props to Chloe at Feministing for her awesome rebuttal to Chelsea Fagan's essay about Slut Walk.

"Apparently, a police constable made the unfortunate choice of publicly saying, “Women should avoid dressing like sluts in order to not be victimized.”

The problem is not that he said it publicly. The problem is that he said it. Or thought it. At all. Period.

The goal is to start at the root of the problem and change this kind of backwards thinking.

"I want men to look at me and have thoughts other than, “I could have sex with her tonight if I wanted.”"

Uh, yeah Chelsea, we want that too. But, like a sign read at Slut Walk, "Clothes are not rape-proof". A man can have those thoughts of you even if you are wearing a baggy as hell Ghostbuster suit. THAT. IS. THE. WHOLE. POINT. OF. SLUT. WALK.

Perhaps Chelsea needs to do a little more research on a subject before she writes an entire essay on it.

Awesome Advice

Hmm, I wonder who could have possibly written this to Captain Awkward....

Hahaha "Pabst Beer"



via 

"I don't want to live in a Rape Culture"

So this past Sunday April 3rd,  Kels and I participated in Slut Walk Toronto.



Slut Walk Toronto was organized partly in response to Toronto police officer Michael Sangunietti's fucked up comment about how if girls don't want to be raped, we should avoid dressing like sluts and partly in protest to victim-blaming and slut-shaming which is so evident in our justice system, the media, HELL...just life in general. This idea that a woman deserved to be raped/sexually assaulted or "was asking for it" is so fucking detrimental for SO many reasons, I don't even know where to begin.

This was my first political protest and I gotta say, it was absolutely awesome. Kels and I were blown away by how many people came out to the walk. I can't really put into words how it felt to see thousands of people walking down College Street towards Toronto Police headquarters - stopping cars, buses, and people in their tracks. I guess I sorta felt this "I am not alone" type of feeling. As a feminist, you go through moments of "Why doesn't anyone understand?!" and this coming together of people of all ages, sizes, races, sexes, etc. made me feel more at home than I sometimes do at places I go to every goddamn day.

I heard a lot of criticism about using the word "Slut" to promote a campaign/protest involving women's rights. However, I think it is a reclamation  of the word that is used to judge a woman regardless of our appearance or behaviour. The point is that we are ALL labeled "sluts" - doesn't matter if we are wearing fishnets or sweatpants, high heels or combat boots, bra or turtleneck sweater.

Upon arriving at police headquarters, speeches were made. While not every single word was heard over the cheering crowd, the message was clear: women are in no way responsible for their own rape or sexual assault. It doesn't matter what they were wearing,  what time it was, the number of sexual partners they've had, how much they've had to drink, where they were at the time - NOTHING. No one is deserving of that shit.  EVER. Period. 

Why is it that we are teaching "how not to be raped" instead of "how not to rape"?? Doesn't make a whole lotta sense.

The issue had with Toronto Police is that: only 6% of sexual assaults are reported. SIX FUCKING PERCENT. With the victim-blaming attitudes and lack of proper training in response to sexual assault victims clearly evident within our justice system, it is no wonder that women don't feel safe reporting assault and rape to the police. The fear of interrogation and of no one believing their story is the reason why this percentage is so low.

This needs to change. Society needs to stop reinforcing and further perpetuating the "slut" myth. This also coincides with the notion of enthusiastic consent: "no" means NO. If an individual is not able to say no - that is still a giant fucking NO. Even if someone has consented to having sex, that person has the right to change their mind. Consent is an ongoing conversation throughout the entire sexual act. If a person says "no" or "stop" or ANYTHING that indicates that they no longer wish to be involved in the act and they are ignored? That is rape.

A few of the chants heard from the crowd on Sunday:

"Whatever we wear, where ever we go - yes means yes, and no means no."

"Hey hey! Ho Ho! Patriarchy has got to go!"

"A dress is NOT a yes".

Also, a woman approached Kels and I after the walk was over and told us that she had been watching us as we walked, holding our signs. She said that our calm yet confident demeanor stood out and that that is the kind of attitude needed for a cause like this. She said we had inspired her and thanked us.

Rock on! It made my day that much better and made me realize that if I can inspire someone simply by believing in something and holding a sign/showing my support - then the possibilities for change are endless.

Friday, April 1, 2011

For Real? Gross.

You know how sometimes you just assume that the people surrounding you on a daily basis (especially in the workplace) are mature, responsible, hygienic people and that rarely do you feel the need to question this?

Well I'd like to introduce you to....The Gum Bandit.

(Back-story: it is part of my job at work to allow elevator access to the offices upstairs. For security reasons, I have buttons that connect to the elevator system that prevent people from gaining access to these offices unless they have an access card or have talked to me and I have deemed them worthy to go upstairs.)

It is just another day at work. Like any other day. Someone approaches my desk informing me that they have an interview upstairs. I call to ensure that this person is indeed expected for an interview and I inform the person to get on the elevator and head upstairs. I then reach to press the button that would allow the elevator to move but, wait, what is that? That doesn't feel like a button. Why is it sticky? WTF?! WHAT IS THAT??

My friends....what I was pressing my fingers into was....chewing gum.

I sat there in disbelief." How did this get there?" I thought. As I sat there in disgust, rubbing the hand sanitizer between my fingers, I realized...this was no accident. Someone put that chewing gum there. On purpose.There is no possible way it could have "accidently" gotten to that spot. There is a garbage can at the desk which, it must be noted, is no where near these buttons. I keep a roll of paper towel at the desk. For reals - someone had actually taken that piece of gum out of their mouth and stuck it to the elevator buttons!

The disgust I was feeling soon turned to frustration. "This needs to be addressed." I said to myself. Since I did not know who it was (as many people in my department use this desk) I had to address the department as a whole.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, I give you a narrative piece called "I'm Confused: Is This An Office Or A Daycare?":

To the culprit who decided it was a fantastic idea to stick their gum behind the elevator buttons:

Since when is this ever a good idea? You, whoever you are, are disgusting. What are you - five years old? Obviously only someone with the mentality of a small child would even consider, let alone follow through with, sticking their unwanted piece of chewing gum in any place other than the garbage. You couldn't walk the two steps to the garbage can to throw it out after you were done chewing it? You didn't even have to get out of the chair - you could have rolled over to the garbage can if you were that lazy. But clearly, you ARE that lazy. How about this? How about you grow up. It is evident by your nauseating and careless behaviour that you think a) no one will notice how vile you are or b) that someone else will clean up your mess. I am not your mother and I refuse to clean up after you. Have some respect for your fellow employees and leave your repulsive habits at home.

This was sent as an all staff email. 
 
I still don't know the identity of the Gum Bandit but I am hoping that my words caused them 
some embarrassment and forced some sort of self reflection on why this is NEVER A GOOD 
IDEA OR GOOD BEHAVIOUR. 
 
  Gross. 

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

"Katy Fucking Perry" Strikes Again

"I got this Jesus tattoo on my wrist when I was 18, because I know that it's (religion) always going to be a part of me. When I'm playing, it's staring right back at me, saying, 'Remember where you came from." • Katy Perry

Remember where you came from, indeed.

So, I don't think it's a secret that I have a deeply growing contempt for Katy Perry.

But I found a fellow Perry hater who loves to blog about it too!! Hooray!!!

Sady Doyle discusses certain female music artists and where they fall on the spectrum of female archetypes. On one end of the spectrum we have the virgin - who somehow still manages to be sexualized in a creepy patriarchal old-school kind of way - and on the other we have the whore, the "bad girl" who, is not just whoring it up on her own terms, but is rather internalizing anti-feminist and patriarchal views. Katy Perry, however, falls right in the middle. She embodies both virgin/whore at the same time. And I am unsure as to whether she is a) fully aware of this and makes a conscious choice to do so or b) is too ignorant and caught up in the fame/money/patriarchal society in which we live to even pick up on the hypocrisy at play here.  She has a heterosexual, monogamous marriage with comedian Russel Brand that is extremely important to her, as her Evangelical upbringing has, and still continues to, play, an important role in her life. Weird, though, her song "I Kissed a Girl" seems to contradict this (as well as everything else that seems to come out of her mouth) but oh, silly me, I forgot: as long as this display of affection between two women is just a performance (one that is consistently portrayed for male pleasure/entertainment, "lipstick lesbians" if you will), one for her boyfriend who she hopes "won't mind it" because, as Doyle says, "he has veto power on her sexuality", then all is well and everyone approves.

Wrong. 

This is where the point about "complexity" arises. Doyle makes an excellent point about the "complexity" that is female sexuality. On one hand, girls/women are told that we need to be "pure" because no man is going to marry us if we are those filthy "bad" girls who do naughty, inappropriate things like have orgasms and sexual intercourse. But yet, we are told simultaneously, to BE "sexy" (not sexual, just sexy) - a performance in which we must be the leading lady in order for men to want us, desire us, accept us. We "perform" solely for men. But this performance is seen as "bad", something that only "bad" girls do - a "rebellion". But as long as you aren't ACTUALLY having sex (you gotta remain to be viewed as "pure" and good - don't forget, you NEED to find a husband), and just PERFORM sex then you are A-OK. And you do it for your boyfriend. Or husband. Or male co-worker. Or that random guy standing over there. It really doesn't matter because you're not doing it for yourself anyways - you don't get to define your own body/sexuality and should never reap any sort of benefit from it. Ever.

Katy Perry is living out the complexity of the double standard set in place for women to be pure/virginal while simultaneously being the whore. And by doing so without acknowledging it is making the statement that this is "normal" (not to mention teaching the young girls who listen to her music and who idolize her that this is how they, as females, should act: don't take control of your own sexuality but rather hand that control over to the males that you will encounter in your life. Because ultimately it is they who decide your worth). And somehow I highly doubt that this is a conscious choice she is making. While the images of Taylor Swift and Ke$ha appear to have been manufactured by the media and record lables, Doyle refuses to believe that this is simply an "image" that Perry is performing - it's not her "pop star persona" - but rather her true identity and it exemplifies her beliefs of what/how a woman should be.

In my post Katy Perry: "It's just pop!", I discuss an article in which Katy Perry is being compared to Lady Gaga. Gaga was the "bad girl" in this assessment, while Katy Perry was argued to be the "good girl":

"Ms. Stein noted that, unlike Lady Gaga — the totem to all female pop singers these days — Ms. Perry is not very threatening, obscenities and innuendo notwithstanding. “She hews to the model of a pretty girl being pretty and filling feminine roles, really while nominally subversive,” she said. “She might be winking, but the rest of her body is pretty naked while she does it.”"

This is a clear-cut example of what I'm talking about. She is "the model of a pretty girl being pretty and filling feminine roles, really while nominally subversive,". However she is not going against the norm AT ALL. She is exactly the "woman" that society wants: the pretty girl being pretty and filling her feminine roles all the while acting "sexy" (posing provocatively, singing about sex in cars and dirty motel rooms, etc.) but not sexual, being good and finding a husband, engaging in a heteronormative monogamous relationship. She is the "perfect" woman because that is precisely what a "perfect" woman is expected to be/do.

So, I completely 100% agree with Sady Doyle when she says that Katy Perry:

IS AN EXAMPLE OF EVERYTHING WRONG ABOUT THE PRESSURES ON WOMEN IN THIS OUR CURRENT ERA.
SHE JUST IS.
SHE’S AWFUL.

To bring it on more of a personal level, I too struggle with this virgin/whore dichotomy. While I fully feel in control of my own sexuality and my body, I still get that whole "Oh no, what will people think" fear when I tell someone about a sexual encounter I had. While, for the most part, I don't let a person's opinion bother me and attempt to shrug it off with a "Whatever, I am doing what I want with whomever I want and ain't nobody gonna shame me" kind of attitude, it doesn't mean that the reactions don't sting a little, especially coming from people I know personally - people whom I think a) are in no place to judge me and b) should be more empowered themselves and stop listening to this bullshit about how men won't marry women who fuck for themselves. Even more double standards at play! ARGGHHH it never ends!

On one hand, how can I blame them for thinking that way when that is ALL I hear coming from the guys around me? They love it when a woman is all over them or talks in a sexual manner, but if she acts on this then they talk about how much of a whore or slut she is or sexualize her even further. It is truly messed up.

But on the other hand, I think it's about time we, as women, quit internalizing this bullshit. It doesn't do us any good (clearly) and only gives others more control over our bodies and affects how others perceive us and how we perceive ourselves. Alana, in a post on fbomb, is bang on when she says:

" The slut is never the good girl in stories or movies. The slut is always Taylor Swift's enemy in her songs, the troubled girl in a family sitcom, or the simple-and-sexually-available archetype in movies. Sluts are shamed, to a great degree, by females themselves. Just ask any high school girl what her go-to insult is about another girl who stole her boyfriend, a girl who wears revealing clothing, or just a girl she doesn’t particularly care for. Women participate in slut-shaming and women-hating as much as anyone else."

I don't regret any sexual choice that I have made in my life because I made those choices. No one  made them for me or coerced me into anything. While not every encounter has been a pleasant one, I was fully in control of my own sexuality and my body, and continue to learn from  these experiences.

While society is telling me to be the "perfect" woman, I am quite content being imperfect. Perfection doesn't exist people.

Katy Perry should tattoo that on her wrist as a little reminder.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Notes for my Future....

Thanks to Feministe for posting this blog under the title "People not to marry".

While I definitely like that this guy seems to dig Back to the Future as much as I do and refuses to put his future children on leashes (No seriously, if you wanted a dog then get one. Children are not animals), I think it is very odd that he is putting this shit out there in the universe (via the interweb).

I think he is trying to be cutesy and romantic...? But, it just sorta reads as phony and....weird. I get it, everyone sets their own rules in a relationship and each individual has to decide what they are willing to sacrifice for the other person.  He DID say in an interview that of course these notes aren't completely concrete - they are negotiable.Maybe he should be out there telling these things to women that he could potentially date/wind up with.

It seems, to me anyways, like this guy is throwing this shit out there to get dates. There is something about it that just sounds so "I'm Gonna Play The Role of Cute/Quirky Guy Who Is Secretly a Hopeless Romantic, Therefore Tricking Doe-Eyed,  "I Need To Find A Husband NOW"-Type Women (Because That Is The Shit They Are Fed By The Media and The Universe) Into Falling For Me".

But again....that's just me.

ANYWHO the main reason for this post was to link to THIS which I think is unarguably HILARIOUS.

Oh man, I actually cried I was laughing so hard. Hey remember when I wrote that post a little while ago about how women  ARE funny??

Point proven.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

WTF?!

Um so, just came across this little gem.

I...don't...even...have...words.(That's a lie. I have many: "fuck", "bullshit", "douchebag", "strangle", "fucking bullshit", "fucking bullshitty douchebag", etc.).

The "about me" section:

"I am an American man, and I have decided to boycott American women. In a nutshell, American women are the most likely to cheat on you, to divorce you, to get fat, to steal half of your money in the divorce courts, don't know how to cook or clean, don't want to have children, etc. Therefore, what intelligent man would want to get involved with American women?

American women are generally immature, selfish, extremely arrogant and self-centered, mentally unstable, irresponsible, and highly unchaste. The behavior of most American women is utterly disgusting, to say the least.

This blog is my attempt to explain why I feel American women are inferior to foreign women (non-American women), and why American men should boycott American women, and date/marry only foreign (non-American) women.

BOYCOTT AMERICAN WOMEN!"

A) Oh my bad, I didn't realize that men weren't capable of cheating on you, divorcing you, getting fat, stealing your money in divorce courts and that all men cook and clean and want to have thousands and thousands of babies.

B) Thank you so so SO much to this intelligent blogger for proving just how mature, selfless, humble, sane, responsible and pure men are.

C) This blog entry is MY attempt to tell you how completely fucked up this ignorant shithead's sorry excuse for a blog is.

This is prime evidence that there is still this ongoing ideology that women should be nothing but incubating robots who cook, clean, and fuck on command. Oh, who also don't have opinions, never say "no", and who keep their bodies (even through all the grueling house-hold duties and fuck sessions) in tip-top shape.

Absolutely appalling.

I think I may just start a new blog. I will call it "Boycott Misogynist Assholes Who Can't Find A Mate And Blame It On Women Because Their Egos Are Just Too Huge So They Resort To Male-Order Brides And  Then Think That Their Traditional and Patriarchal Opinions Should Be Put Into Blog Format". 

It's catchy, don't ya think?

P.S I want to point out that it doesn't seem that this blog has a comment section. What a fuck-tard.