I’m so confused.
I wonder what would happen if you walked up to this lady in the shiny pink vagina costume and said, “I totally see you as a big vagina with legs.” She’d probably poke you in the snoot. Feminists are so confusing.
I want to acknowledge that I owe a debt to feminists. It would be churlish not to. The original old broads, I mean. Some of the changes they made to society have suited me very well, thanks so much.
But isn’t it the essence of feminism getting a job and buying your own damn pills? What, you need the patriarchy to meet your most basic needs for you, honey? Isn’t that kind of 1950-think?
Eh. Sorry. I’m a bit grouchy. I’ve been listening to this whole Republican War on Women meme the Dems are trying to launch and it’s really getting on my tits. Like so:
Booker labored to keep the Democrats’ dopey War On Women narrative alive: “I heard people stand up and say, ‘I love women.’ I heard people stand up: ‘I’ve got a sister. I’ve got a mother.’ That’s like saying you’re not a bigot cause you have a black friend.
What the hell do you mean, ‘I’ve got a sister. I’ve got a mother.’ Yoo-hoo! Over here! Lookit me! I am a Republican and I AM A WOMAN!!!
It’s like only men can be Republicans. Because female Republicans are just Stepford voters, brainlessly doin’ what the menfolks say (in between squeezing out young’uns).
And they think WE are the throwbacks to olden days? Cunts.
September 4, 2012 — 9:38 pm
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