A. Ejaculating on a Fat Girl

Q. What was Bill Clinton’s most famous accomplishment as president?

Monica Lewinsky has opened up about her infamous presidential affair to reveal that she turned down offers that would’ve amounted to $10million because she ‘didn’t feel like the right thing to do’.

(Perhaps if she had been worried about “the right thing to do” before she fellated the President of the United States . . .)

Lewinsky, now 40, has penned a tell-all essay for Vanity Fair . . .
‘Sure, my boss took advantage of me, but I will always remain firm on this point: it was a consensual relationship. Any ‘abuse’ came in the aftermath, when I was made a scapegoat in order to protect his powerful position,’ she wrote in the essay. . . .

(Being used as a taxpayer-provided semen receptacle? That was “a consensual relationship” and OK. Being exposed for doing so — and for filing a perjurious affidavit in a federal civil rights lawsuit — is, however, “abuse.” If Clinton had not been in “his powerful position,” Lewinsky would not have been so eager to suck him off, but when the administration’s defenders, including its hired liars in the press corps, predictably circled the wagons to defend The Big He, Lewinsky seemed surprised to learn that her fate was incidental to process. But I could go on all day about this. Back to the story . . .)

‘Sure, my boss took advantage of me, but I will always remain firm on this point: it was a consensual relationship. Any ‘abuse’ came in the aftermath, when I was made a scapegoat in order to protect his powerful position,’ she wrote in the essay.
‘The Clinton administration, the special prosecutor’s minions, the political operatives on both sides of the aisle, and the media were able to brand me. And that brand stuck, in part because it was imbued with power.’
She went on to say that she is fully aware of the impact of the relationship and she is coming clean with her full feelings. . . .

(Yes, “she’s coming clean.” He, on the other hand . . .)

 

#NOAFW Kinder, Gentler Baby-Killing

Cosmopolitan magazine celebrates the Sacrament of Liberalism: New Jersey abortion clinic counselor Emily Lett got pregnant and recorded a video of her abortion experience, telling her story to “inspire other women to stop the guilt.” Wesley Smith comments: “Ah. good times. Becoming irresponsibly pregnant and then having a birth-like experience of destroying a fetus — complete with pictures!”

You’re not a real feminist until you (a) kill your own baby and (b) become a lesbian. Of course, if you avoid heterosexuality altogether, this deprives you of the opportunity to get pregnant (and then kill your baby like a good feminist should), but lifelong lesbians can make up for skipping the otherwise necessary abortion experience by encouraging other women to kill their babies.

(Did I mention that this is National Offend a Feminist Week?)

 

Call It the ‘Post-DTF Stroll,’ Maybe?

Feminism is, among other things, a totalitarian attempt to tell us what to think by controlling what we are allowed to say. For example, we cannot be permitted to disapprove of promiscuous women, and so the language of disapproval must be suppressed.

Which predictably brings us to the latest from Amanda Marcotte:

The “walk of shame” is a slang term that usually describes a person, usually a woman, who is making her way home from spending the night at someone else’s house for a sexual encounter.
The iconic image of a woman doing the walk of shame is disheveled hair and party-ready clothes that look sadly comical in the cold light of day. But it’s not her appearance that makes her trot home one of “shame.” No, as far as most people who use the phrase, her “shame” is that her appearance lets everyone know that she probably had sex, and for some reason, she is supposed to be ashamed of that.
“Walk of shame” is a phrase that’s widely understood to have originated on college campuses, since people who spent the night at a lover’s place often do have to walk on foot home to their own place, and usually in front of other people who recognize them and might recognize that their clubbing clothes don’t exactlymatch the casual wear that’s more common for mornings on campus. It’s expanded since then to encompass urban dwellers who often travel on foot or by public transportation and, in fact, has become so ubiquitous that you’ll often hear people who get to drive home say they were taking the walk of shame. (Drive of shame?)
But while the “walk” part of the phrase is understood flexibly, in many ways the “shame” part isn’t. . . .

You can read the whole absurdly censorious thing. Here we are, on the eve of sixth annual National Offend a Feminist Week, and Amanda Marcotte decides to give us a lecture on the need to remove “shame” from the dictionary insofar as it refers to sluts, tramps, hussies, floozies, man-traps, wenches, trollops and Women of Dubious Virtue?

Are we not to describe such women as “easy,” “cheap” or “loose”? Do the Enlightened Arbiters of Acceptable Discourse mean to banish from our lexicon every possible synonym for “promiscuous”? Can we no longer be allowed to remark that the dolled-up bimbo making goo-goo eyes at every man in the bar is hot to trot, on the prowl, looking for some quick action and down to fuck?

Well, it’s still more than four hours before midnight EDT, but I can wait no more: National Offend a Feminist Week begins early!

Take that, you dirty lowdown harlots!

 

Feminist Theory Ruins Everything: @AmyGoodloe’s Lesbian Sedative

 

“Allison eased herself carefully across the slippery sheets to the edge of the bed. Her feet dangling off the edge, she groped for the floor. She felt the slick, fur-like material of the rug between her toes. For a moment she played with it, enjoying the sensual tickling sensation on her barefoot. Then she sat up slowly, careful not to wake the girl sleeping on the other side of the bed.”
— first paragraph of Unnatural, by Sloan Britton (1960)

“One of the fundamental tenets of postmodern theory is that all identities are socially constructed, and that, throughout history, dominant groups have had the power not only to construct their own identities, which they disguise as ‘innate’ or ‘natural’ rather than created, but also to construct the identities of groups the dominant group has a vested interest in marginalizing. The appeal of postmodern theory lies in its method of ‘deconstructing’ the power relationships inherent in constructions of identity so that it becomes possible to articulate a counter-ideology which has as its aim the liberation and de-objectification of marginalized groups. The irony in this is that those most often attracted to and who are in a position to utilize postmodern methodology are themselves members of a dominant group, even if only in terms of level of education, and in the attempt to give voice to those who have been historically silenced and oppressed, they frequently run the risk of further marginalizing some members of these groups.”
— first paragraph of “Lesbian Identity and the Politics of Butch-Femme,” by Amy Goodloe (1993)

It is probably unnecessary to say that, given the choice between a lurid pulp novel about lesbianism and an academic treatise about lesbianism, most of us would choose the novel. Academia is overcrowded with bad writers, so it may be unfair to single out the field of Women’s Studies, and even more unfair to pick on the University of Colorado’s Amy Goodloe, simply because hers was one of the first articles that turned up on a Google search: “lesbian + feminist + butch + gender + role.”

(This was utterly random, Ms. Goodloe, and my apologies at your shock to discover your 1993 paper made the subject of online mockery, compared unfavorably to a steamy 1960 pulp novel. After writing about the butch “gender role” thing on Friday, I had in mind to do a follow-up, and you drew the short straw, so to speak.)

Goodloe is clear that her “postmodern” critique is about power. Because “all identities are socially constructed, and . . . dominant groups” possess the power to construct not only their identities but also “those who have been historically silenced and oppressed,” therefore the “method of ‘deconstructing’ the power relationships” aims “to articulate a counter-ideology which has as its aim the liberation and de-objectification of marginalized groups.”

This is less interesting than the plight of Allison, the good-girl-gone-wrong protagonist of Sloan Britton’s 1960 novel Unnatural. Her story — as tacky, vulgar and stereotypical as it may be — is about human emotion. Goodloe’s treatise is about political power:

For the past two decades [i.e., 1973-93 ], the dominant form of feminist discourse has, in attempting to “liberate” lesbian identity from patriarchal control, instead imposed its own identity politics on the lesbian community, with the result that those lesbians whose behaviors or “styles” do not conform to the feminist agenda have been doubly-oppressed — once by the dominant patriarchal culture, and again by the movement that claimed to seek the liberation of all women. This is perhaps most obvious in the feminist critique of role playing among lesbians, which is considered by the dominant feminist discourse to be a barrier to one’s “true” identity as a woman (assuming that there is such a thing). . . .

(Again, this is about who is “dominant” — not in the sexy sense of “dominant,” but in the less interesting political way.)

[I]f theorists make the whole notion of lesbian identity so problematic as to suggest that there can be no such thing, on what grounds then are lesbians to come together in the fight against oppression and homophobia? Deconstructing lesbian identity in such a way perpetuates the “divide and conquer” strategy of the dominant ideology, which has historically been used to deprive oppressed groups of the unity needed for power, by failing to recognize the agency of lesbians in resisting dominant constructions of their identity in favor of ones that more accurately reflect their lived experience.
It is the task of lesbian theory, then, Wolfe and Penelope argue, to both resist a kind of deconstruction that would render lesbians even more invisible, and to work towards the (re)construction of a lesbian identity as it is “experienced through a collective history and culture” . . .

(Checking Goodloe’s curriculum vitae, I don’t see any awards for “Most Boring Thing Ever Written About Lesbianism,” but . . .)

One of the problems with the construction of lesbian identity that is often noted by theorists is that it most often takes place within the terms of the dominant discourse, which has established heterosexuality as the “natural” or normative expression of human sexuality against which all other expressions are considered deviant and deficient. One of the first academics to challenge the naturalization of heterosexuality was Adrienne Rich, in an important and controversial essay entitled “Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence” (1980). Rich’s main argument is that heterosexuality is not only not natural or innate, it is in fact an institution designed to perpetuate male social and economic privilege, which means that the ideology of difference as the natural basis for sexual attraction is, in fact, a construction. . . . Rich goes on to argue that it is the primary bonding between women that is, in fact, natural, but which is disrupted by the imposition of compulsory heterosexuality in all women’s lives — or rather, in all but those few who resist heterosexuality in favor of the more “natural” state of woman-identification, which is the broader definition Rich gives to lesbianism. . . .

(We hashed out Rich’s “Compulsory Heterosexuality” argument at great length here last weekend.)

The critique most often leveled against role-playing in the lesbian community comes, as we have just seen, from the feminist belief that all role-playing replicates the very (hetero)sexual structure from which lesbians are supposedly free. The idea that one’s sexual identity might depend on or evolve from such role-playing is considered “unenlightened,” and a sign of one’s successful socialization into the dominant ideology. But there is also a growing body of lesbian-feminist scholarship that attempts to shed new light on our understanding of the function of role-playing within the lesbian community, arguing that lesbian roles not only challenge the constructed nature of heterosexual roles but are, in fact, subversive of the sex/gender system as a whole. . . .

(Here we are getting to the core of why feminism ultimately requires lesbianism. Feminist theory holds that it is “the sex/gender system” which is the source of women’s oppression under patriarchy. If, as Goodloe says in summarizing Rich, “heterosexuality is not only not natural or innate, it is in fact an institution designed to perpetuate male social and economic privilege,” then this “dominant ideology” of heterosexuality is key to women’s oppression. That which is “subversive” of the system — i.e., lesbianism — is therefore liberating.)

According to [feminist Esther] Newton, in “The Mythic Mannish Lesbian: Radclyffe Hall and the New Woman” (1984), the figure of Stephen Gordon [in Hall’s novel, The Well of Loneliness] “was and remains an important symbol of rebellion against male hegemony” . . . because of the way she challenges the “natural” relationship between sex and gender. . . . According to Newton . . . the character of Stephen Gordon is not “mannish” because she wants to be a man, but for the more complicated reasons of resistance to the dominant construction of “femaleness,” and decision to publicly announce and act on her desire for other women — which, in a phallocentric culture, means appropriating the male role.
The claim Newton is making for Hall’s character is that, rather than capitulating to the dominant construction of lesbian identity as a defect of nature, she instead destabilizes gender categories by exposing them as roles that can be assumed by either sex. Masculinity then becomes nothing but a social role, albeit one accorded power and dominance in the culture, and therefore women who reject the prohibitive and dehumanizing role of “femininity” symbolize this rejection by “cross-dressing,” appropriating the codes and symbols of masculinity while remaining fully female. Role-playing then becomes, at least for the “butch” woman, a challenge to heterosexuality rather than a replication of it. . . .

OK, enough with the italic interpolations. You can go read the whole thing. Where you see Goodloe’s article going — and the destination was clear from the start — is toward justifying butch-femme roles among lesbians as an attack on male “power and dominance.” Women who exercise “power and dominance” in their relationships with other women, however, are OK because they’re women, and if femininity is “prohibitive and dehumanizing” for heterosexual women, somehow being submissive toward a butch lesbian is also OK, because it “destabilizes gender categories.” Amid the academic jargon, Goodloe makes this pretty clear:

Because it is butch women who visibly disrupt the dominant ideology of gender roles with their seeming appropriation of masculinity, scholarly attention tends to focus on “butchness” when addressing issues of lesbian identity. The equally important role of femme women in the construction of lesbian identity is ignored, often because of the misconception that femme women are attempting to disguise their homosexuality by “passing” as straight — which is to say, by buying into rather than rejecting the dominant culture’s construct of “femininity.” What [feminist Joan] Nestle suggests, however, is that the femme role is just as threatening to the institution of heterosexuality because of the way it co-opts the conventional female role in order to signal desire for other women, which of course runs counter the very purpose behind the social construction of femininity. What the femme role makes perhaps even clearer than the butch is the performative nature of all roles, which makes it possible for a biological female to “play at” being a woman by exaggerating what the culture has defined as “womaness.”

Does this involve a strap-on dildo by any chance, Ms. Goodloe? Because we’re all tired of theory about butch-femme roles, which we are certain must be less interesting than the reality. But the same is true, actually, when feminists write about heterosexuals — all they see is male patriarchal hegemony and the presumed victimhood inherent in “the conventional female role.”

Has no feminist ever considered the possibility that not all heterosexual women are clueless? Are there no happily heterosexual women who are as aware as any feminist of “the performative nature of all roles,” and who take an unembarrassed pleasure in performing “the conventional female role” with conventionally masculine men?

Once you discard the power-obsessed collectivist ideology of feminism, what purpose is served by this demonization of men and this contemptuous disdain for “conventional” women?

Feminism’s critique of gender roles (“all identities are socially constructed”) is fundamentally an ideology of selfishness, embraced by perpetually disgruntled women whose inability to find happiness in traditional relationships is turned into a “sour-grapes” rationalization — the argument that traditional relationships are inherently bad. And to hell with Goodloe’s claim that “the dominant discourse” is what “has established heterosexuality as the ‘natural’ or normative expression of human sexuality.” If heterosexuality is not natural, why are there more than 6 billion people on the planet? Maybe Ms. Goodloe wasn’t paying attention in biology class when mammalian reproduction was explained, but her ignorance of the procreative process is not our fault.

Meanwhile, back in Sloan Britton’s 1960 world . . .

She had often thought of leaving. There were too many times when Lydia made life hell for her. Nothing was worth those hours and days of anguish and despair. Lydia was a sadistic bitch who delighted in tormenting Allison.
But Allison would never leave her.
Allison loved Lydia.
She loved her so much that sometimes she thought it was wrong. Human beings weren’t supposed to love each other so much. There must be something sinful about a love so strong it blotted out everything else, including decency and self-respect.

Yeah, that’s hot — and I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet!

Oh: Sixth annual National Offend a Feminist Week begins Monday and continues through May 11 — Mother’s Day, because where would the heteronormative patriarchy be without dear old Mom?

 

Geek Girls To Feminists: Don’t Jack Up Our Target-Rich Environment

by Smitty

Is it National Offend a Feminist Week yet? Dr. Layla has got me on my knees, laughing at the notion that women shun Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics (STEM) majors due to “concern that their ‘geeky’ male classmates will present poor social prospects“. Other major concerns listed were:

  • boring
  • they wouldn’t be any good at it.

To be sure: one should do things one finds interesting. But if you only did things you were good at, how would a feminist get past the teenage harpy stage?

When I did my engineering degree, the choice was driven my maximizing learning. All of the math and science would be kind of folded in, I rationalized, and therefore I pursued a major in control systems engineering. In middle age, the chief result of all this is that I can tell our government is running without proper stabilizing feedback, like a truck going down a hill without breaks. But I have a really bitchen piece of paper to back up my assertion, so, there.

I actually don’t know any geek girls, other than this blog’s old admin lady. Who was cool, but our traffic outgrew her patience rapidly. Or maybe it was Stacy’s dull, sonorous tones when expressing concern over technical issues. In any case, why would women in STEM majors want competition?

Challenge to feminists: just found an all-female engineering school. It turns out that there is a high school program to start women off in engineering in the back yard of Republican #WarOnWomen Generalissimo, Governor Scott Walker. Who knew? You can build that up into a full-on college, feminists.

However, moving yourselves from the “griping column” to the “doing column” is going to require new Applied Victimization research to find fresh blame targets. So, that’s an issue.

via Instapundit

Fred Reed Encounters Maureen Dowd; Demolition Ensues

by Smitty

Reed mostly predates the blogging phenomenon. While this is not National Offend a Feminist Week, I think Stacy will permit our loyal readers a little taste of a first-rate spleen dump (emphasis mine):

Listen, Corn Flower. Let’s think over this business of obsolete men. Reflect. You live in New York, in which every building was designed and built by men. You perhaps use the subway, designed, built, and maintained by men. You travel at in a car, invented, designed, and built by men—a vehicle that you don’t understand (what is a cam lobe?) and couldn’t maintain (have you ever changed a tire? Could you even find the tires?), and you do this on roads designed, built, and maintained by men. You fly in aircraft designed, built, and maintained by men, which you do not understand (what, Moon Pie, is a high-bypass turbofan?)

In short, as you run from convention to convention, peeing on hydrants, you depend utterly on men to keep you fed (via tractors designed by men, guided by GPS invented, designed, and launched by men, on farms run by men), and comfy (air conditioning invented…but need I repeat myself?)

I do not want to be unjust. It is not in my nature. While men may be obsolete (unless you want to eat) I cannot say, Apple Cheeks, that feminists are obsolete. They are not. Obsoleteness implies having passed through a period of usefulness.

I do get tired of your hissing and fizzing about the noble sex to which I belong. Mercy, I cry. It is not my fault that Michael Douglas didn’t marry you. He didn’t marry me either, but I don’t hate men because of it. (In fact I am grateful to him, and doubtless he to me).

Read the whole righteous thing.

My Wife Is a Soldier’s Mom

Today was Mother’s Day, and I realized I never got around to posting the photos of my Army son’s graduation from Infantry School. My wife cried, she was so proud of him. Here he is, wearing the infantry “blue cord,” with his favorite drill sergeant:

It was nice to see the boy all grown up and, despite all that training, still cocky as ever. Here he is during his 72-hour pass in Columbus:

Not much question where he gets the good looks, is there?

So now our son’s in Airborne school, and Monday will be his first jump. Paratroopers are divided up into “chalks” of 30 men, and the Number 15 man in the chalk is the first to jump. Hooah!

Mother’s Day is, by custom, also the final day of National Offend a Feminist Week, which Mr. G. celebrates with an entirely appropriate declaration: “Now go get me a beer.”

 

No, You’re Not a Feminist

Two years ago, I got in a long argument with my friend Little Miss Attila about feminism, specifically her claim that there is such a thing as “conservative feminism,” which I countered by citing the history of modern feminism from Betty Friedan to Susan Brownmiller as demonstrating that feminism always was a movement of the radical Left. And it still is, as can be seen by the ways in which feminists habitually align themselves in solidarity with other so-called “progressive” movement radicals. Consider this example, which I found in an article highlighted in the “Top Stories” feature of the blog Feministing:

Welcome to the very first post in Feministing’s new sex advice/education column! I’m Elliott, a poly queer kinky trans POC community organizer and radical sex educator. I’ve been educating folks on how to safely and consensually let their freak flags fly for 10 years. I’ve been a peer educator through Planned Parenthood’s ”Reach One Teach One” program, worked at the Sexual Offense Prevention Policy Offices of Antioch College, was a founding member of the Sex E Collective at the New School, and peddled sex toys at the feminist and queer-owned stores Smitten Kitten and Babeland.
I believe that having hot, safe(r), and consensual sex is a vital tool in reclaiming our bodies and giving patriarchy and misogyny a big old kick in the pants, as well as a potential tool for self-care and healing. I always approach this work from a body-positive, sex-positive, queer-positive, trans-positive, anti-oppressive lens . . . My framework is one that supports for all survivors of sexual assault and abuse, as well as one that stands in solidarity with folks who participate in sex work. I strongly oppose slut-shaming and victim-blaming, and want this to be a space where everyone feels comfortable bringing any and all questions.

Anyone can read that and see that there is nothing “mainstream” about it and certainly it does not reflect a conservative viewpoint. It’s about movement solidarity, and so there is the obligatory rainbow-flag-waving “poly queer kinky trans” identification, the citation of credentials that include working for Planned Parenthood, and the ritual denunciation of patriarchy and misogyny.

This is a declaration of the Left’s position on sex, offered by a self-described “radical sex educator,” and featured as a Top Story at Feministing. You cannot be a feminist if you don’t share that perspective, because the editors of Feministing do not tolerate dissent, as made clear by their comments policy:

What isn’t tolerated (and if you’re unsure, err on the side of caution):
– Blaming the victim
– Fat-shaming
– Racist, sexist, ageist, transphobic, sizeist, ableist, homophobic commentary
– Plain malice (i.e.: comments that don’t further the dialogue, but instead just harshly imply to writer that they need to educate themselves or that they are stupid) and personal attacks. Even if most of your comment is constructive, if the last line is “so thanks for that, asshole” we will probably not post it.
– Dismissal, silencing (ie: anything along lines of “Ehh, i don’t think that matters too much” or “This isn’t an issue”)
– Questioning the feminist validity of a topic or post (ie: Why do you care about this? You should really care about x, y, z because its more important)
– Derailing: Anything way off topic or leads the discussion in a completely different and unproductive from the original post

Now suppose, for example, that you think prostitution is a bad thing. YOU CANNOT BE A FEMINIST, because Feministing’s “poly queer kinky trans” radical sex columnist Elliott Fukui advocates “solidarity with folks who participate in sex work,” and disagreement would probably be considered “questioning the feminist validity” of that viewpoint. Therefore, no criticism of prostitution at Feministing.

This is what those who allege the existence of “conservative feminism” as a meaningful category fail to grasp: The Left created feminism, the Left defines what feminism is and what feminists believe, and the Left is not seeking conservative input. Conservatives are an enemy that the Left intends to destroy, and feminists are the Left’s allies in that cultural and political war of elimination.

Oh, and just in case you were wondering what  “poly queer kinky trans” radical sex educator Elliott Fukui chose as the topic of his first Feministing sex column, here’s a couple of hints:

Lubrication is going to be your best friend throughout this process. . . .
Once you have penetrated to the base of your hand . . .

Maybe you want to read the whole thing. Or maybe you don’t.

But remember: “Questioning the feminist validity” is not permitted at Feministing. Here, however, it’s still National Offend a Feminist Week, so maybe someone can explain why feminism requires lubrication.