Roxeanne de Luca resents having her saintly ladyparts invoked by feminists as a political argument in service of a cause she entirely rejects:
Robertson’s description of the modern left’s version of feminism [as a movement that “encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians”] is eerily accurate.
Read the whole thing. My response? No comment. Certainly, I have no official authorization to speak on behalf of Roxeanne’s vagina.
UPDATE: In the comments below, you’ll note that the aforesaid Miss de Luca demonstrates her aptitude for vivid prose in wishing upon me a rather lurid means of violent death. Let this be a warning to any of you handsome, wealthy bachelors who might imagine yourselves worthy to pursue the parthenic redhead’s connubial companionship: It’s kind of like the First Rule of Fight Club.
Her blog is Haemet, and you can follow Roxeanne de Luca on Twitter.
I’ve said it once, McCain, and I’ll say it again: I wish upon you death by a dildo-wielding Amanda Marcotte.
You’re welcome, ma’am!
Can you describe how that killing would actually go down, with all the gory details?
Never allow the patriarchy to speak for your who-ha!
I think it involves Stace begging for death as an end to the torment.
I would never go up against any part of Roxeanne – she’s one tough broad.
BTW, Roxe, where’s that cup of Joe I asked for – it ain’t gonna pour itself.
I know that who-ha’s have their own voice! My wife’s does and frequently embarrasses her with it’s statements …
Roxeanne’s reaction reminds me of this classic dialogue:
Hey, for all you know . . .
No, never mind.
Ms. de Luca is hysterically funny!
You would identify with Rhett!
Thank you for stopping yourself.
It would be much worse for Stacy if Marcotte were to just leave him alive with the memory of getting him on the ground on his back and straddling him, forcing him to look at her face and into her eyes, and her bangs. Oooohh, those bangs.
The overwhelming hypocrisy of those people astounds me.
As a reactionary apprentice member of the Patriarchy (unmarried), I’m going to make myself happy. Schadenfraude goes well with what, Miss?
[…] I guess National Offend a Feminist Week came late. Just like Rebecca Traister’s boyfriends. […]
Do we really want to explore RSM’s genealogy?
I think you have this confused with forcing R.S. to read Pandagon.
There’s a difference?
He’d need an external hard drive to keep track of all her bangs!
I don’t care if it talks – I can ignore that. It’s the vajazzling I fear most of all. http://www.vajazzling.com/
I’m more of a Melanie than a Scarlett.
Andrew Sullivan offered to make it for you – and bring it to you in bed.
Andrew who???
[BTW: Still waiting, Hon]
Hell that’s nothing compared to the unimaginable horror of a pierced labia and/or clitoris.