It's easy to have four entries a week when you don't actually write any of them.
Still catching up on the ILovePaulJack exploration of feminism? Part 1|Part 2|Part 3.
And now, my favorite email of the week -- or possibly EVER - darthferris on feminism.
WTF? Who taught you women how to read and write, anyways? Too often, people forget that Budd Grebb's full quote reads "A woman's place is in the kitchen or wherever the hell she wants to be. Now get the hell back in the kitchen."
Budd took me aside one day after a particular raucous P.O.D. class (or maybe it was World Cultures), slaps my ass and tells me, "Bobby," which isn't actually my name, but I digress, "Most women are good at about two things. Spending your money and vulcanizing the
whoopee stick with the ham wallet." At the time, I wasn't sure what he was on about, but at this point I think I've built up enough life experience to say that he was right not only about that (for what man has bedded more women than Budd Grebb? If he exists, I
know not of him), but also his take on Plutarch's "Lives of Noble Grecians and Romans."
A woman? Working at a newspaper? Hello? Does that freak anyone else out?
If feminism is about choices, let's talk about some bad ones: the Sinead O'Connor reggae album. Somewhere between the John Kerry rally and the abortion clinic, it occurs to her that being an anti-Papist-white-Irish-Rastamon is the next logical career move. All I'm saying is, it would never have happened back in Victorian England.
In conclusion, I'd just like to recount a story about how I once got into a argument with some lesbians from Chatham College regarding the supposedly inherent male nature of the English language. At first, they were quite adamant about their position, but after I
explained to them that any gender specific nature of semantics was, at best, random and unfocused, they conceded I was correct. Then they blew me. They loved it.
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