Shut Up.
Oh, look! It’s someone else trying to save me! Please pray for me! Better yet, tell me how I’m going to Hell because I don’t think like you!
Oh, oh, I know! You can prove your faith by pointing . . . to a book. Excellent! There you go! You’ve converted me! I’ll forget all the misogynistic, homophobic, and hateful things you say—let’s face it, Kirk, your god isn’t loving at all—and I’ll join right up.
I’m so glad to know that the God my parents took me to church to learn about was the wrong one. Sure, it’s the same God as yours, but I heard entirely too much of that “love your neighbor as you’d love yourself” BS. Let me in on the judgemental side of religion, Kirky Boy! I totally want in on this little club (make sure to take the Good Person test down in the lower right hand corner—here’s your result: you’re evil and you’re going to hell!) which excludes everyone who doesn’t think like me.
That’s Just Great!
Now I’m even more freaked out! Not only are his henchmen creepy but someone got the bright idea to put the freaking Joker in IMAX! Aw, man! I’m going to have to see this movie with my mommy and my daddy!
Nightmares of My Youth
I used to believe that Vicki and her dead eyes would strangle me with Harriet’s hair ribbons.
Even as a kid, I knew that I’d never be as good as Doogie. Doogie is always a step ahead of me in life. The bastard.
I called these two the Creepy-Smiling Guy and the Little Guy. They continue to live in my closet and promise to make my dreams come true. But really they just want to eat my eyes.
Well, Gee, It’s OK Then
Well, folks, it looks like we feminazis have gotten our pretty little panties in a bunch again. Don’t you know that we’ve all been overreacting over the MJ statue? Boy, women are so emotional.
We have ourselves a little interview with Adam Hughes, the guy behind the statue. He defends the statue, claiming that she’s not doing Spidey’s laundry. And—giggles—it’s just supposed to hark back to the days of the pin-up. Oh, and don’t you know that MJ has always been a slut?
With this kind of logic, how can you argue with him?
This is probably going to open up a whole other can of worms, but it’s something like using the “n-word.” Even when I’m sitting and having a discussion about how horrible that word is, I can’t even use that word in a clinical discussion about how horrible it is. I have to say, “n-word” instead. But Dave Chappelle can use it all day long, and nobody gets offended. So – is it actually an offensive word, or is the context offensive? Is it offensive when it’s used by a racist individual as a slur?
Duh. I mean, don’t you women get it? The statue is a statement about . . . something. When asked how the above answer pertains to the MJ statue, Hughes says:
Well, that’s how I end up looking at this – is it really a sexist or misogynistic act if it wasn’t intended that way on the part of the people doing it? If you perceive something that way, but it wasn’t meant to be that way, and it’s not sending people back to the stone age, is it really a sexist or misogynistic thing that’s going on, or are you seeing something that’s either not there, or that the artist never intended to be there?
So see, you bunch of crybabies? He didn’t mean anything by it! Oh, wait! It gets better!
There was a story about an aide to the Mayor of Washington, D.C. a few years back who used the word “niggardly” to describe a budget, and people didn’t understand the word, only heard what they wanted, and he was forced to issue an apology and ultimately resign for a perceived insult that he never came close to making. It had nothing to do with African Americans or anything racist, but he had to apologize, and ultimately resign because of the perception of the word. And there have been other times that has happened as well. An virtually all cases, you had an educated individual having to apologize – or worse – for using a word that was a little too expensive for the average person to pick up on. Rather than try to find perhaps what the word meant, the easiest way out was to take offense, and protest against the perceived insult, even when it didn’t exist.
Now you see, don’t you? The MJ statue is too intelligent for you! The average person just can’t pick up on the nuances of the thong. You don’t understand the giant boobs falling out of the shirt. Poor, stupid, emotional women.
Now look here—you’re complaints have caused this poor guy and the makers of the statue problems! Shame on you for wanting women to be seen as more than sex objects! Shame!
AH: We’re not changing any of our plans on the subsequent statues, but we’ve gone through and looked at the other designs to see if we’re doing something that could be misconstrued as sexist or misogynistic.
NRAMA: But isn’t that a slippery slope? Isn’t that in a way going back toward self-censorship in order not to offend a segment of the audience who the product’s not aimed at who are going to be offended by a thousand differing degrees?
AH: It’s not self-censorship, but rather, we’re flirting with self-awareness. Self-censorship would be us looking at the plans for Aunt May cleaning Uncle Ben’s toilet in a teddy for the next statute, and then change that to her doing something assertive, and not doing chores. It’s self-awareness if we look at the designs and see something on the next statue that could possibly bring about the same amount of negative attention from the same people, so that we can prepare for the possible repercussions, whether legitimate or otherwise.
Censorship is wrong! Why should these people have to change something that is insulting to half the world’s population? It’s all been “misconstrued” by overreacting feminazis. You see, the thong and the boobs are just harmless fun. Like the old pin-up girls. See? See?!
Ahhhhhh. It’s always nice to see the excuses for misogyny in the comic book industry. But I think they may need to think of some new ones. I mean, when you have male comic book readers seeing a problem with your statue, it means you may have gone overboard with the objectifying of women thing. When male comic book readers don’t believe your BS line about “but I didn’t mean anything by it” then you might have messed up.
Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just us emotional women who hate the statue. We’re the only ones who “misconstrued” it because we just didn’t understand it. Yeah, now that I think about it, I really can’t see where we got all those silly ideas about that statue.
I’m going to thank LaconicChick for bringing this article to my attention but I’m getting the sneaking suspicion that she likes to make me angry. She’s the one who first showed me the statue! LC is messing with my mind!
Gasp!
This is horrible news! Terrorists are everywhere! Just not among conservatives—you know, like Eric Rudolph, who bombed abortion clinics.
Go to Crooks and Liars to get the full scoop.
Things I Hate
All the anti-feminism stuff I’ve been reading online has drained me of the will to fight. So I’m going back to what I do best—I’m ranting about stuff that irritates me.
1. James Bond: These movies are just wish fulfillment for teenage boys. Gadgets and girls. Yawn. Plus, the last Bond looks like a Shar-Pei puppy. And not in a good way.
2. People who only want to learn about the good parts of their country’s history. Combine that with the people who think that their country can do no wrong and I want to punch a wall.
3. The Rolling Stones: Disgusting men making offensive music. Wiggle around all you want, Mick. You’ll always just look like a lamprey eel to me.
4. The Baby Boomer Generation: Yeah, I know. You invented everything. You all had ideals and worked to make the world a better place. Not a one of you every just liked to get high or sleep with as many people as you could. Nope. It was all idealistic striving for a better world. So, how’s it feel to be a corporate lap dog now, baby boomer?
5. Cameron Diaz: Girl looks like a frog. Quit telling me that’s she’s beautiful. In fact, quit telling me that all these famous women are beautiful. I don’t believe you. I think something may be wrong with your eyesight or your taste.
6. Stop trying to sell me stuff that’s supposed to keep me from aging. Here’s a secret: I’m supposed to age! Society’s youth worship has combined with the beauty industry’s greed to create a world full of women who hate themselves. Just because I don’t look like a porn star doesn’t mean that there’s anything wrong with me.
7. The video game industry: You’re right up there with the comic book industry on the misogyny scale, my friend. There’s a reason I rarely buy your magazines. Here’s a hint: I got tired of all the half-naked women in ads. Also, Playstation 2 (or is it now Playstation 3?) magazine, the reason you’ll never see any more of my money is because you mocked a woman who wrote a letter to you about the over-sexualization of women in your magazine. Here’s hoping you all get a good case of the month-long Hershey squirts.
8. My neighbors: Why is it so hard for adults to figure out how to live quietly in an apartment? Your music should not be shaking my shelves, I should not be able to hear you sing drunkenly to your roommate, and I certainly shouldn’t be able to hear you play polka on your awesome keyboard. Please move out. Also, don’t talk to me. I don’t know you but I don’t like you.
9. Know-it-alls: These aren’t just the people who feel the need to correct everything you say. No, this also includes people who feel the need to talk down to you and the people who assume you don’t know something. They make me want to hit them with a spoon. Repeatedly.
10. Fox News: I hate you. Yesterday, for Memorial Day, you brought on some country singer and Pat Boone. Do you know why they were there? To talk about how Hollywood doesn’t support the troops. I’m not making this up. The country singer stared off into space a lot and the only reason he was there was because he has sung a couple patriotic songs. Pat Boone started talking about Communists taking over Hollywood and how it was better when war movies starred John Wayne. Not only was it a half an hour of my life I’ll never get back but I do believe I’ve permanently damaged my teeth from grinding them through the whole thing. Ah, Fox News. Where people go to be patted on the head and to keep from thinking about the hard questions.
Fair & Balanced
Watch this video and your head will explode. Seriously.
In fact, you should make a game of it. Count how many digs Fox News gets in about Kurt Vonnegut as they discuss his life.
Can’t Make Fun of Some Stuff
Even I have my limits with sarcasm and mockery. So go here and find out why you have Monday off, my fellow Americans.
Some Reasons Why I’m a Loser
1. I’ve been playing this game so much that my hands have gone numb. It’s Puzzle Quest for the Nintendo DS.
2. When they made the remake of Resident Evil for the Gamecube, I told anyone who would listen that I would sell my soul for a Tomb Raider remake. Looks like it’s time for me to pay up.
3. I’m looking forward to the new Harry Potter movie—shut it!–and the Fantastic Four movie. And yeah, I know the first FF movie stunk but this one has the Silver Surfer!
Also, Transformers. This one confuses me as much as it does you.
4. I’m quite pleased that Pirates of the Caribbean: Please Let This Be The Last One didn’t do as well on its opening weekend as Spiderman 3. This is leftover hatred from Depp kicking Superman’s butt.
5. The biggest decision I made today was whether to go with the Batman or the Wonder Woman wallpaper on my computer. I went with Batman—his glaring makes me work harder.
ETA: I found this one at DC Comics. I used it for awhile for a very superficial reason—I think she looks pretty!
6. My Superman socks have a hole in them from overuse. And yes, I’m almost 30 years old.
7. My neighbors are having a Memorial Day party. I wish I had a cane so I could wave it around as I yell at them to keep quiet. Stupid young people and their “joy” and “hope.” It makes me sick!
8. My air conditioner is now working. I have taken this as proof that, along with the cable box and my digital camera, it has decided to kill me. I live in fear of my electronic equipment. I believe this is how Maximum Overdrive started.
Who made who indeed.
9. I use Wonder Woman stationary to write to my nephew. He is the only one who won’t make fun of me for using it. He’s six.
10. My best Christmas present ever was Superman dog tags from the Christopher Reeve Foundation. Some women get jewelry—and that’s why they’re lame.
I’m Sorry
I haven’t been paying any attention to you and I’m sorry. But . . . my air conditioner has joined forces with the cable box and the camera. I’m in trouble, people.
So, while I lie around in my own sweat and curse the world, I refuse to dance for you. I’m not your monkey! So just watch this Bjork video. I saw it when I was a teenager and when I described it to my friends they all mocked me. Well, they always mocked me but this time it wasn’t for my high-water jeans or my crossed eyes. They just thought I was crazy.









