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Homestuck Voices!
Hello everyone! Since my extreme hiatus on bitching and moaning, I've gotten into Homestuck. I'm considering maybe doing a few voices if people want them. I'm not too experienced, so don't expect anything perfect. But I think the best options for me would be Karkat, Sollux, Equius, and maybe even Gamzee, Kurloz, Kankri,and Mituna. I might even get a few friends together for others if requested. Reblog or share or comment or whatever the fuck you do here if you want me to make some recordings.
It's been a while, hasn't it?
Sorry to everyone who regularly checks this in advance for how fucking depressing this is going to be, but I think it's worth posting.
Tetris. The meaning of life can be derived from Tetris in ONE GAME. After playing large amounts of Tetris (and reaching level 14 with a score of over 400k), it dawned on me; in life, there are no winners, and no losers. There is only time, and it's all about how much of it you can borrow before the one loaning it decides they want it back. Not to mention that after a certain point, a seemingly innocuous mistake can lead to failure of cataclysmic proportions. Interesting, isn't it? And as time goes on, it only gets harder. Sure you get a basic idea of how the game works, but you never master it. You can get pretty damn good, but sooner or later, you're being called on so all that time you've borrowed can be collected. Does this mean that life is meaningless? On a celestial scale, yes. On a cosmic scale, fuck yes. But on a human scale? Not so much. Anyways, life may seem hopeless, and it ultimately is, but we must do what we can to find whatever meaning we can.
Turtle or not to Turtle
I want a turtle. Not just any turtle, a giant turtle that will live for almost a hundred years or more. A snapping turtle would be nice as I could keep him as a guard turtle, but if I'm going for older than (Mrs. O'Leary) dirt, an Aldabra Giant Tortoise is the way to go (Average lifespan? about 175, one particular one was born in 1750, making him older than the US by a long shot!) His name would be Mr. Frodo, because that would be the best turtle name ever. I would love him forever.
I'm going hard on that tetrameter, how about you?
Imagine a tiny version of your favorite character riding in your pocket and on your shoulder and making comments to you as you go about your day
Mine would totally be the Warden from Superjail!
Uh, I meant to suck in but, I, uh.. sucked out...
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Can it be a hundred posts about how much I dislike Homestuck? Cuz I can crank those out in like five minutes.
I dont even have a hundred fucking posts.
Its been quite some time since I last posted, having run out of things to bitch about. But alas, such is the price we pay to have our medications work.
Its redefinition time!
What is a faggot? And not the slang version either. Its a bundle of sticks. How does a bundle of sticks relate to homosexuality and the like any way? (of course if some guy is collecting disembodied penises and keeping them in small bundles in the basement and calling the sets of genitals sticks, maybe, but I think an acute case of BATSHITFUCKINNUTS is a much more accurate definition, and that you miiight want to alert some of the authorities.) No, if we're going to continue using the word as an insult, it's implications MUST CHANGE.There is a serious difference between a gay person and a faggot. Being gay does not mean you are a faggot, it means you're gay. But faggots can be gay, straight, bisexual, asexual, fucking aliens, or I don't even KNOW WHAT. They can be anything! The person who openly comes out as gay, while behaving respectfully towards others is gay. The person who PURPOSELY does their best to cross-dress in a provocative manner while doing trying their hardest to speak with a nasally lisp and hold their wrists limp, and does so WITHOUT RESPECTING OTHERS is a faggot. Like that asshole who jumps into your conversation, and instead of minding their own business, proceeds to tell you you are a horrible person for using offensive language.
"I don't like that word, it's offensive and you're just saying they're a fag cuz they're gay"
Newsflash asshole, I didn't say they were a faggot because they were gay, I said they were a faggot because THEY WERE BEING A FUCKING FAGGOT! What gave YOU the right to just burst into whatever the fuck you want without invitation or anything relevant to contribute? So that makes YOU a bigger faggot than they are!
I have to thank a Mister Whazitooya for having this discussion with me today, and here is the new and improved definition of faggot we have agreed upon:
Faggot: A person or group of persons who, regardless of race, religion, gender identity and/or sexual preferences, is as caustic as a Cigarette laced with concentrated HCL, with less integrity and depth than a bundle of sticks.
The Harry Potter fandom is so huge that literally everyone has different views and opinions on characters, ships, theories etc, but I don’t think I have ever in my life encountered a Harry Potter fan who doesn’t hate Umbridge with burning passion.
Its good because it makes us unite against a common enemy.
Its strange that the common enemy isn’t the series’s main villain.
But that's just it! It was all a clever plot subtly carried out by Rowling, using Voldemort as a scapegoat for the REAL villain, the truly dark, twisted and evil abomination that is Dolores Umbridge. Voldemort was just a pawn, used to distract the general populace from the evils being committed by the actual, fucked up antagonist. Remember all those arbitrary, useless and overall logic-less rules from Order of the Phoenix that pretty much banned everything except standing, breathing and just existing in general? If she could enforce all that, fully knowing what she was doing without giving a single fuck about those it affected, it was only a matter of time before something even CRAZIER happened! I mean, what if someone was standing in a place that she didn't want them to stand? She'd get pissed and, poof. No more standing for anyone. I know that sounds ridiculous but I mean come on, if she make a child basically torture themselves for saying something she didn't agree with (You know when Harry tried to tell her what was REALLY HAPPENING, yet she made him write out "I will not tell lies" like a thousand times, and every stroke of the quill actually fucking cut into his fucking hand, so that sentence was fucking scarred on his hand?), and replace Dumbledore's office dedicated to scholarly things like reading and magic history with fucking hot pink walls with fuckin' cats on little plates for pictures, I wouldn't put it past her to ban standing because someone got a little too close by mistake.
.....I think I forgot to wear my tinfoil hat today...
"Spooky", "Dirty", "Negative Language"
This is a post about being politically correct and the like. I would like to start this rant with three choice words:
FUCK POLITICALLY CORRECT.
It is a bullshit term used by bullshit people. Being politically correct and using euphemisms to soften the truth is killing the English language (I speak English, therefore I only really care about, you guessed it; ENGLISH! Now, back to my rant). Everything is about context. Everything. Your gay joke might have been absolutely fucking hilarious in context, but the asshole behind you and overheard without the context will think you're a homophobic sack of shit who needs to be sterilized. Well, first of all, mind your own motherfucking business, okay? I realize that sometimes somebody couldn't help but overhear, but we need to be a little less quick to jump to conclusions. We as a species regretfully engage in the spreading of rumors and gossip and other stupid shit like that to retain our sanity and knit together our social webs. But is it too much to ask of anyone to you know, stop and FUCKING THINK FOR A SECOND ABOUT THAT RUMOR SOMEONE TOLD YOU? You have a fucking brain, you (supposedly) have the capacity for complex thought, and yet you flush all of that away by just believing every little fucking thing someone tells you? What if I told you "gullible" was written on the ceiling? Would you look up? I mean really. If something offends you or bothers you when you don't know the context, fucking ignore it! (There are exceptions of course, those statements usually being about acts of serious violence and the like. If something like that comes up, don't spread that shit around, tell someone who can help get it clarified for you.)
On to the euphemisms. These really, really piss me off. When used correctly and to imply something private or similar, they are actually good things. Take "smashed" for example, which is usually used to imply a state of falling-down-on-your-ass-drunk. It changes the meaning ever so slightly to better describe what you were like. You weren't just regular drunk, you were so drunk that you were "smashed", a word which implies being broken or incapable or operating normally/at all, or something is just plain wrecked/messy. Its when these little expressions begin to obscure the truth and blatantly change meanings that they become irritating. Let's use "pass away" as a primary example. This one is used when people "kick the bucket" (do it in Zork II, I dare you!), or "move on" or some other such shit. Tell you what, they didn't "pass on" or "kick something that holds liquids well", they fucking died. Boom, gone. Fucking dead. I know that sometimes its hard to come to terms with it, but people need to learn to face facts. That person is dead, they will always be dead, and that's that. Saying they've "passed on" or something similar implies that they aren't really dead, just on the way to the next adventure. But you know that's not true. Even if you believe in the afterlife, such as heaven or hell, the truth is while that person's essence may survive, they, as a living, breathing, physical being are fucking dead. Acceptance leads to recovery, and by blurring the truth you delay, and could even stop the recovery process. It may hurt more to use such sudden, intense, somber and finalizing words, but it will help you get on with your life instead of moping around, moaning about how hopeless, empty or hollow life is.
Let us move on to "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder". This is used far too much. Imma start with soldiers who suffer from the after effects of war, now diagnosed with this PTSD. First of all, "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder" is such a broad term, that it has no real significant meaning besides somebody's dealing with a lot of stress. So don't we all! Back in World War One, this condition was known as "Shell Shock". It made sense, people who returned from the war alive were sometimes in a state of shock from the constant shelling, fighting, death and gruesome destruction. Think about it, would anyone REALLY wanna be diagnosed with something called "Shell Shock"? Personally, I'd shit a brick if I had it. But it's direct, it fully addresses the problem so that somebody can fix it. Let's move on to World War Two, where the SAME FUCKING CONDITION, became known as "Battle Fatigue". Less clear of a picture, but it still gets the general point across. Even so, the condition would be much harder to properly address. Fatigue is synonymous with such words as: tired, exhausted, and weary. So "Battle Fatigue" could imply the same symptoms of Shell Shock, but it could also be taken as quite literally, tired from battling. Well I would think that a battle would leave somebody pretty fuckin' tired. The difference between Shell Shock symptoms and literal battle fatigue is that the former needs intense, constant therapy just to START making the one suffering feel better, while the latter can be solved with nothing more complex than A FUCKING NAP. Skipping over "Operational Exhaustion" (I don't wanna type it a billion fucking times), we move to PTSD. The term has been completely stripped of all meaning and significance, and has nothing to do with the original condition at all. Psychological trauma is a relative phenomenon. For instance, one person may be completely unphased with the concept of Futanari, while another may be horrified and disgusted. That counts as trauma, and since post means after, and it's now after said trauma, they could technically suffer from PTSD. I have a simple-ish solution to this problem; you add the fucking letter s. Then "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder" becomes "Post Traumatic Stress Disorders". NOW it's a CATEGORY. Then you wouldn't suffer from one, broad condition, but one of a myriad of potential conditions. For example, if you were experiencing the symptoms of shell shock, you would be diagnosed with "Post War Related Stress", a type of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Doesn't "Post War Related Stress" sound far more important? It actually gives information as to WHY you are suffering from such stress, and is much more beneficial when providing treatment. You can't treat a sick person without knowing what disease they have! That's the same as going to a doctor to help alleviate your sore throat and sinus congestion, only to have them say: "I have no idea what you're suffering from, so I'm just gonna prescribe you some penicillin, and hope that clears shit up." So you take it and, bam! Guess what? It wasn't bacterial, you had the virus that causes the cold! So not only did you lose time, money, and comfort, if you wanna feel better you either toughen up or go back and have some asshole just fucking guess what they should do.
I could go on and on (Too late for that), about these things, but I wanna work on something else now. All I'm saying is, we as a species need to either learn to mind our own fucking business, or be much less quick to judge without all the available information, and we need to stop lying to ourselves and actually deal with the harsh realities of life instead of trying to "soften them up" or ignore them.
Story time! (Yay!)
So I am writing yet another story, however, due to my lack of posting about my previous stories I guess this would technically be my first, but.... Alright, fuck it let's start over.
Hello my faithful readers! I am now in the process of.... No, that's not right either. Goddammit.
Alright, third time's the magical thingy that rhymes with farm! People who read my posts, I'm writing a new story, new to me, and because this is the first you know about, its new to you too. Huzzah! It's a short horror story (short being between 45-80 pages, I don't know how long it's going to end up being in the end. Point is it's not a whole goddamn book.), involving 18 people at a summer camp (how original!), super deadly mutant bizarre "kill-it-kill-it-kill-it-with-fire-kill-it-with-fire-kill-it-now-kill-it-kill-it" type spiders, Cthulu cameos, arcane secret rituals, a 15 foot albino ball python named Monty, and an extremely talented hippie/musician/instrument designer with bitchin' dreadlocks named Stefan (pronounced steh-FAHN). Now, I will warn you, some death scenes may be extremely graphic, disgusting, horrendous, or any combination of the three, so it is not recommended for the squeamish/fain of heart/anyone. In addition, foul language and drug use (Marijuana, nothing really dangerous, in terms of overdose and death by poisoning like cocaine, heroine, alcohol or hard core hallucinogens such as LSD and PCP) are present in somewhat large amounts, adding it to that many more "Do not read" lists. Finally, in a way to protect myself from those assholes that like to poke the bear/wasp hybrids, if anyone chooses to actually read this story, you have given up all rights to say anything negative about me as a person, you give up all rights to tell anyone how bad it was because "it didn't scare you" or "was too bloody to be any good" or "I've read much better than this shit". Those stories are written by actual authors, I'm just a kid with a laptop, wireless internet connection and ideas. Any person who does either of those things will be labeled as a troll, and I will personally make time to make feeding the trolls the most productive thing I can do. (They're like stars. give 'em too much fuel and they burn out in a fiery explosion of pure cosmic energy, potentially creating entire new celestial bodies and/or cosmic super-vacuums of spacey, suck-based death that greedily devours anything that comes near. People do that when you piss them off to the breaking point, right? I've never tried.) But anyway, here is a little excerpt/preview (that has yet to be actually written, so it is subject to change) from right before the conflict emerges completely.
Stefan produced an odd contraption, almost like a banjo. It had two necks, twelve strings, and what appeared to be a tom-tom where the main body should be.
"Stefan, what on earth is that thing?" asked Penelope, cocking her head to one side.
"Well.. It's an instrument I made." said Stefan with a smile. "Its got twelve strings, six for bass and six for guitar. The two necks separate 'em. The tuning pegs are way up here so you can put the drum between your legs and your head will fit between the necks. The drum is a de-tuned tom, so it's as low as I can make it sound while still sounding good. I call it 'The Uberstrument', but I guess if you dudes want to simplify it you could say it's like a super banjo."
By Danielle Paradis & Anne Theriault
The latest from A Voice For Men’s “activism” files is a smear campaign against a protester they are calling “Big Red.” “Big Red” (nothing sexist about that name) is a woman who dared to speak out (USING SWEAR WORDS, OH NO) against Men’s Rights Activists’ anti-feminist agenda.
For those who are unfamiliar with this situation, earlier in April a Men’s Rights Activist (MRA) group called the Canadian Association for Equality (CAFE) sponsored a lecture at the University of Toronto where there were talks by Janice Fiamengo about how feminism is mean. Specifically, a “mean-spirited bias against men in the humanities.”
There were protestors at the event which CAFE says could be heard shouting during the talk. From their website: “Dialogue confronting sexism proceeds while protestors scream to shut down even.” Paul Elam and friends at A Voice for Men took it upon themselves to celebrate free speech by editing videos featuring Big Red, while Dan Perrins wrote an article entitled: “Little Red Frothing Fornication Mouth” that you can find yourself if you are so inclined. This campaign highlighted Big Red’s protest and compared her practice of disagreement, which however loud and obnoxious is still covered under freedom of expression, by comparing what she was talking about—patriarchal theory and how it affects men—to tactics used by the Third Reich.
First of all, let’s be clear here: No, Big Red was not polite. Yes, she was abrasive and caustic and downright rude. No, neither of the authors of this article would necessarily choose to protest an event that they feel is designed to silence women by yelling shut the fuck up. Yes, we see the irony in the fact that she was screaming over (seemingly reasonable) voices, claiming that she isn’t being heard.
But you know what? As Polonius said: “Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.”
She’s not being heard. Those men aren’t listening to her when she’s countering their points about how hard it is to be a man. Those men aren’t listening when she’s trying to explain how feminism is not, in fact, the work of Satan and actually does work to address the issues that they’re bringing up. Those men aren’t listening when she tries to read off a list explaining the actual goals of feminism, but yet they insist she read their list.
Look, Big Red might not the person that we would choose as the poster child for Canadian feminism. Maybe her behaviour isn’t ideal. But we also understand how dealing with men, men who won’t admit to the existence of the patriarchy, men who deny the idea of male privilege, men who hate women, can wear you down until you turn into the screaming feminist banshee that the MRAs thought you were all along, anyway.
Big Red has (naturally) been identified on the Men’s Rights subreddit, where those Hardy Boys of misogyny have used their super sleuthing skills to discover her real name and have pulled photographs from her twitter account and various dating profiles.
This woman, who has been re-christened “Little Red Frothing Fornication Mouth” (so charming!) by A Voice for Men is now receiving death threats, rape threats and, of course, tons of crude sexual commentary regarding her appearance and behaviour. We wish that we could say that we’re surprised, but we’re not.
The fact is that you are fucking kidding yourself if you think that Elam’s Men’s Rights Movement is about anything other than silencing women. And even if it were true that every single individual MRA wasn’t out to destroy all feminists everywhere — the ultimate goals of the movement as a whole is to Teach Women Their Place through whatever means necessary.
Aside from how triggering and painful it is to watch yet another woman be thrown to the internet wolves, it’s also just plain exhausting and demoralizing having to hear the same old song and dance from the MRAs about the evils of feminism:
“Feminists are trying to silence men.”
“Feminists hate men.”
“Feminism has lead to the oppression of men” (seriously, every time someone says that, we want to break out Mandy Patinkin’s old Princess Bride gem: “You keep using that word, I do not think it means what you think it means”).
“Why is it called feminism if it’s for human rights?”
The truth is that, fundamentally, these arguments used against feminism by the MRAs can be applied much more accurately to their own movement.
For instance, how can A Voice for Men demand free speech while practicing silencing and bullying tactics worthy of the McCarthy himself? They mimic the practices of Neo-Nazi website Redwatch, claiming to be suffering from oppression while at the same time publishing personal information about far left and anti-fascist activists in hopes that their supporters will attack them. The constant comparison of feminists to Nazis employed by the author of “Little Red Frothing Fornication Mouth” doesn’t hold up well to scrutiny when you publish on a site that borrows neo-Nazi tactics. Also: Ideologically, feminism is far more closely aligned with communism than fascism. Read a book.
One of the writers of this piece has had the delight of speaking with people who, enraged about her video explaining that feminism is not hatred of men, have mocked everything from her looks to her intellect. Other posts written by feminists are rife with commenters insinuating that our preoccupation with rape belies some deep urge to experience it (RAPE – IT’S WHAT WE ALL WANT, AMIRITE LADIES?). And this sentiment isn’t happening in the periphery of A Voice for Men– not at all. In fact, it’s included in much of the featured content on their site.
Paul Elam, founder and publisher of A Voice for Men, wrote in his June 22, 2011 article, “The Unspoken Side of Rape”: “The concept of rape has a lot of utility for women. One, it feeds their narcissistic need to feel irresistible”. Interestingly, we have yet to hear one single feminist posit that MRAs write about prison rape because it makes them feel desirable or sexy. The difference, they would likely argue, is that the feminists talking about rape are heterosexual women who are talking about heterosexual rape (sidebar – how come we’re all man-hating lesbians when it’s convenient for them, and other times we’re all undersexed heteros?), whereas prison rape is heterosexual men being subjected to homosexual acts. THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT. Equating sexual preference with rape is a false comparison. Rape, by definition, is unwanted.
But maybe A Voice for Men’s (intentional) misunderstanding of this fact is what allows them to feel comfortable threatening women with rape — Because in their minds, it’s what we all secretly want anyway.
Unfortunately, Big Red’s case is not the first time that A Voice for Men has used silencing tactics against feminists. Emma (Claire) Kadey is listed on register-her.com along with women the MRAs have listed as pedophiles and rapists, for taking down posters of the U of T students and loudly protesting against the lecture. On June 28th, 2011 Elam gleefully declared “You see, I find you, as a feminist, to be a loathsome, vile piece of human garbage. I find you so pernicious and repugnant that the idea of fucking your shit up gives me an erection” (pssst we call that hate speech).
Additionally A Voice for Men has offered $1000 bounties for the personal information of the creators of a (fake) video where a man is shot point-blank and then the females present gleefully dance around his dead body. Do the authors of this article think that video’s fucked up? Sure. And yet, we don’t typically demand the personal information for those who create graphic BDSM videos, or of those who produce the sub-genre of horror known colloquially as torture porn.
A Voice for Men created register-her.com, a fake “offenders registry” of women they’d like to believe are criminals. In AVfM land, criminals are people like Jessica Valenti, Sophia Guo (a protester at MRA god, Warren Farrell’s 2012 talk at the University of Toronto), Katherine Heigl (kind of a weird addition), and Amanda Marcotte.
In short, their “criminals” are feminists.
A Voice for Men can lie all they want about their intentions to expose hatred within the feminist community. They can pretend that they have nothing against women, per se, just that they’re trying to protect themselves against the Evil Machinations of Man-Haters Everywhere. They can go ahead and make trumped up claims about how badly feminists have hurt them, how little power men have, and how very dangerous feminism is (while boasting a terrorist manifesto by Tim Ball calling for police, courts and government to be burned out). They can pretend that they’re on some kind of human rights mission.
But you know what? We don’t understand how promoting human rights equates to lobbing death threats and rape threats at women who dare to speak out against MRAs.
We have never seen a feminist threaten an MRA with any of those things. Of course, in the bottom half of the internet you never know what you will find, but we haven’t seen it. The usual cries against feminist literature “but the SCUM Manifesto—feminists are mean!” Well, Solanas has been quoted as saying “it is a literary device. There’s no society and never will be”. So it is going to be ok! There’s no group of feminists out there plotting mass gendercide. Equality… We want equality.
In all movements there happen to surface voices that we wouldn’t choose to represent the totality of the whole movement. In fact, there are many MRAs who are starting to feel that way about A Voice for Men. Even in the Men’s Rights Reddit there are dissenting voices against A Voice for Men’s tendency to demand free speech while practicing silencing tactics.
The fact is that A Voice for Men promotes rape culture and violence against women, and that’s really all there is to it.
Look. Guys. We get it. A lot of you haven’t had easy lives. You’ve had shitty things happen to you. You need a scapegoat, and feminism is an easy one. You feel that women get a free pass in life, and that men are treated badly as a result. But you know what? The most common complaints that I hear from MRAs are things that came about as the result of the patriarchy.
Historically, patriarchy operates through the disproportionate (sometimes exclusive) conferring of leadership status (and formal titles indicating that status) on men, a tradition characterised by casting all women as naturally unsuited to lead men, no matter what talents and expertise they might possess (unless there are exceptional circumstances resulting from intersections with other social hierarchies conferring high status that gives rare women political authority such as the royal lineage in the British family, or the divine claim to authority of Joan of Arc).
A few examples:
Society has always been better to women.
If by better you mean “for centuries society did not consider them to be people, and thought that they were incapable of doing any work outside the home” then sure. In pre-industrial France a man would take a wife when he couldn’t afford a servant.
Biologically every woman counts in reproduction, where males are more disposable.
Look, we don’t like being walking incubators any more than you like feeling as if you’re nothing more than some kind of sperminator. We don’t want to be treated as if we’re special just because we have the ability to get pregnant! This is actually the opposite of what feminists want.
Courts always rule against men in cases regarding child custody
You know why? Because the patriarchy teaches us that only women can be nurturing, loving caregivers. This is not what feminists want! We want to break down traditional gender roles!
Women are rescued first in any emergency or disaster, lifeboats!
First of all, that’s not true, and second of all: Patriarchy. Patriarchy is what teaches us that women aren’t competent enough to save themselves and therefore have to be given some kind of special priority.
Men work longer hours at more dangerous jobs, men have to fight wars, men are more likely to die violent deaths.
Guess why? Oh right, patriarchy, that’s why! Because traditionally we have been taught that women are not strong or brave enough to work at dangerous jobs or fight on the front lines. These are more gender stereotypes that feminists want to get rid of.
And we don’t want men to die violent deaths, I promise. Pinky swear. We need you to fill our sad, empty wombs with babies. Haha! Just kidding! A little feminist humour for you there. No but seriously, we for reals don’t want you to die.
At the end of the day, the fact is that we should all be on the same team. And feminists want this! I promise! But for that to happen, you (and by you, I mean dudes) need to accept a few things: 1) The patriarchy is real, 2) Male privilege actually is a thing, and 3) That women are still struggling for legal and social equality. We need you to be willing to listen to us, to give us the benefit of the doubt, and actually believe us when we tell you that something is sexist or misogynistic.
We want to work with you. But first you have to stop hating us, calling us criminals, and threatening us with death and rape. You need to take a good, hard look at what the Men’s Rights Movement is really trying to achieve, and decide if those are actually goals that you support. And you have to just plain give us a chance.
Danielle Paradis is a writer and blogger scribbling furiously across the feminist internet on Fem 2.0, Flurt Magazine, Persephone Magazine, and Paradigm Shift NYC. She’s completing a Masters in Learning & Technology at Royal Roads University. Danielle currently lives in Edmonton, Alberta while dreaming of any place warmer. Learn more at Danielleparadis.com
Anne Theriault lives in Toronto with her husband and young son. She spends her days teaching yoga, reading in cafés, and trying to figure out how to negotiate in toddler-ese. She regularly blogs about books, nostalgia and feminism at bellejarblog.wordpress.com
I don't get how these people can live with themselves, they're all fucking ridiculous and are acting borderline retarded. And the beliefs have no logic behind them.
“Feminists are trying to silence men.”
Good, we should be silenced, most of us only have stupid bullshit to say.
“Feminists hate men.”
Great. Society has evolved so that men are generally immature pigs whose only thoughts are about sex and booze and other shit.
“Feminism has lead to the oppression of men”
Even better! This is laughably stupid. It's like a white guy telling a black guy he understands why he gets offended by the word "nigger". He doesn't have a fucking clue, and never will. Male oppression isn't a real thing, men have never been fucking oppressed in the last two thousand years or so (I don't know or care about before that). Men will never know what it's like to be truly oppressed because they never have been.
“Why is it called feminism if it’s for human rights?”
It's not for human rights, its for women's rights you fucking dolts. And the "Men's Rights Movement" and "Men's Rights Activists" make no sense. They should be permabanned, jailed, beaten, enslaved and forced to sell their bodies for cash, free speech be damned! Newsflash, MEN HAVE ALL THE FUCKING RIGHTS, ALL OF THEM!
"I was born with a y chromosome, therefore I am the biggest, strongest, most important, sexiest motherfucker in the world. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. Because I have a penis, I control free speech, I control the government, I control society, I FUCKING CONTROL EVERYTHING GODDAMMIT!"
However I am fairly new to giving a shit about other people's problems (Women's rights problems, starving people in africa problems, the massive fat bastard who's fat scooter is out of gas problems, I don't give a fuck about any problem that doesn't directly concern me). But I like this one. It gives me an excuse to bitch (I hate the concept of Modern Man with a burning passion, and everything I read here is about just that kind of idiocy), and, if I do this intelligently and play my cards right, I can honestly use this phrase, and life will be complete:
I am a feminist. Suck my dick.
Human Symbiosis
Now, according to this gif file here, if women can learn how to open jars without us, they can eventually phase us guys out of the whole picture! But we must also take into effect that fact that if men can learn how to make sandwiches, women will go extinct as a result. So what we have here is a form of mutualistic symbiosis between two organisms, in this case the "jar opener" and the "sandwich maker". The jar opener is naturally stronger than the sandwich maker, and is thus able to open those pesky jars with far more ease.However, this added strength and jar-busting awesomeness comes with a price, as the jar opener must keep his energy at the proper levels to perform such feats. Cue, sandwich maker. The sandwich is by far the greatest invention the human race has ever invented (though language, computers/the internet, and warm fuzzy socks are pretty nice). Providing sustenance from 5 of the 6 major food groups (Fuck the food plate, food pyramid for the fucking win), with meats, lettuce, cheeses, tomatoes, and bread. The jar opener desires this nutritious item more than anything else (except getting someone else to touch their genitals, but that's beside the point), but the making of the sandwich is an ancient, well protected secret that is passed down from generation to generation. Sure, they can slap together some meat, bread, cheese tomato and lettuce, which, while technically still able to be defined as a sandwich, has not been prepared in the correct, nutrient and taste enhancing method used by the sandwich makers. They alone can craft these wondrous items with perfect precision every time, with all the ingredients balanced ever so perfectly that the sandwich has a flavor millions of times more intense than anything the jar openers are able to produce. In addition, the sandwich maker can also infuse some love into their creation, satisfying yet another need of the jar opener's species as well as strengthening deep emotional bonds between the two. I know that it may not seem like a mutually beneficial relationship, especially when the jar opener does nothing but sit on a couch lazily, complaining about nothing, while the job of the sandwich maker is a thankless, tedious task that has no real point. But those cases are the outliers, every situation has them, and this one is no exception. In fact, it is only one of two outcomes, a perfect symbiotic relationship, or a terribly broken and meaningless one. The perfect form of the symbiotic relationship is far more common, and works far more efficiently towards benefiting both parties. Opening a single jar does not take immense amounts of energy, just more than typical sandwich makers can release at one time. Thus the sandwich provides a surplus of energy riddled goodness, giving the jar opener the extra energy to do bigger, more important tasks, as well as do more tasks for the sandwich maker in return. Thus the jar opener depends on the sandwich maker to excel in the course of life, but where do the sandwich makers come in here? You see, they depend on the jar openers to do said high energy tasks. Sure, they could hire a professional, lets say landscaper, for example, to clean their yard and shape the land to look more appealing, but that costs time, effort, money, and the occasional interaction with some asshole who took a week to do two days worth of work, did a shitty job, and expects to get paid for it. Fuck that, the job can be done better, faster, and cheaper if the sandwich maker can get their jar opener to do it for them. To summarize, jar openers and sandwich makers benefit immensely from each other: jar openers get excellently made power food while sandwich makers get someone to help them do things as well as do things the sandwich makers cannot do as well.
Now lets put that in plain, stupid English for all of you slow readers out there: Men and women need each other to survive (yes I know about homosexual relationships, but one person almost always takes the stereotypical "female" role in the relationship, so I'm just going to throw everyone who takes that role into one group, using the word women as a blanket term. The same for men, the word men only being used to describe every person who takes the stereotypical "male" role in a relationship. So man equals anyone who takes on the "male" role, and female equals anyone who takes on the "female" role. So now the fem gay man is classified as a woman and the butch lesbian is classified as a man). The woman cooks, cleans and does other tasks for the man, who in return does harder jobs, that require greater endurance and strength (again, basic biology. Sexual dimorphism in humans says on average, males tend to put on more muscle than females,as well as grow larger, heavier, and stronger as they mature. Females are built to form and develop children, while males are built to provide strong, healthy genes to the offspring to better increase the offspring's chance of survival). Since the woman has someone to help her or just plain do these harder tasks for her, they are obligated, to an extent, to provide some sort of service in return, such as cleaning, cooking, or occasionally sex. When the man gets these services however, he is now obligated, to the same extent as the woman, to provide his own services in gratitude and repayment. So you see, every little action builds off each other, men doing things for women to get the women to do things for them, which gets the men to do more things for the women, who do more things for the men and so on and so on. The point is, we all need each other to survive, and that men rely on women just as much as women rely on men. No one is superior, no one is less equal than the other. Let's say women are on average, much more intelligent than men. Okay, that's fine, but they are also much weaker than men on average to compensate. We complete each other, and we wouldn't be where we are today if it wasn't for great men and women throughout history. So I'm asking all of you radical male chauvinists and feminazis (really radical "bitches be crazy" feminists) to calm the fuck down, and the rest of you ignorant bastards to stop acting childish and realize that the genders are, at the end of the end of the day, equally important, productive and useful. I don't know about you, but I've done the math, and to quote Cave Johnson, "When I plug those numbers into my calculator it makes a happy face."
Apparently CISPA just passed the House of Representatives. At least one Senator is using the attacks on Boston as an excuse I mean reason to pass it into law.
If you’re not familiar with how laws are passed in America (and apparently a lot of Americans aren’t), first the bill is introduced in either the House or the Senate. If the bill is passed, it moves onto the other branch, and if it’s passed there, it moves onto the president, who can either sign it into law, or veto is, as Obama is vowing he’ll do if he has to. However, it’s possible for the House and Senate to override the veto if two-thirds of both vote to do so.
Now, the House is controlled by the Republicans, and the Senate is controlled by the Democrats, so it’s unlikely that a veto override will happen.
That doesn’t mean we can ignore this. Nothing is solid in politics, and at this point in history, the majority of the people in control of the American government don’t care about anyone other than themselves. More than that, this issue is too crucial to sit back on. Even if it’ll be vetoed, we need to make a statement.
They haven’t chosen a date yet, but if you follow the link in the source, you’ll get to sign up to find out when and how to participate.
Welcome to Day 1 of Stop CISPA 2.0.
For fucks sake I THOUGHT WE WON ALREADY. It seems like we go through this every freakin’ year!
URG!
For fuck sake, when will the government get the point?
WE WANT THE INTERNET TO BE AS FREE AS THE BIRDS IN THE SKY!
I’m going to stand in front on the Whitehouse and scream until they veto it.
Music video by MGMT performing Electric Feel. YouTube view counts pre-VEVO: 1,337,695 (C) 2008 Sony Music Entertainment
Ignore the glam/hipness of the band members, just listen to the music.