Who Has The Biggest Balls of Them All

What are the taboos du jour? I'm sure you can name a few:

• Differences between the sexes, particularly with regard to specific mental competences and the capacity for aggression or initiative;
• Differences between the races, particularly with regard to general intelligence, proclivity for violent, illegal, or antisocial behavior, and family feeling;
• The origins, nature, and consequences of homosexuality, particularly with regard to its potential mutability, its association with certain diseases, and its tendency to "proselytize" to the unformed young.
• The inheritability of general intelligence, and the extent to which post-natal factors can elicit it, stunt it, or compensate for genetic factors.
• The objective nature of limitations incurred because of handicaps, birth defects, and other irreparable physical conditions.

According to the major taboos of our time, this makes me a racist, sexist, ableist, homophobic chauvinist abuser of the physically challenged. By copping to all this, I've violated all the major, politically correct taboos of our time: about race, gender, sexual orientation, the handicapped, and multiculturalism. Needless to say, the enforcers of those taboos would like to see me boiled in oil.

They can dip their outrage in beaten eggs, roll it in crushed walnuts, and shove it up their asses.

Day Of Impotence

Not that it is particularly a bad thing, but as PJM notes the so-called Day of Rage during which the Islamic world was going to demonstrate against Pope Benedict has kind of fizzled out. Some Palestinians in Jerusalem set a few fires and declared the pope a Jew (I’m sure the pope did not mind - I wouldn’t).

Authentic Manhood

While I've spent a lot of time on authentic femininity, it would be an incomplete understanding of mankind to only see half of the human equation. I've found online an outline of a marvelous presentation (ed.- Warning: hostile format) by Father Roger Landry from 2002 which gives the nuts and bolts on authentic masculinity that should be read and savoured in its entirety.

"You're a LEAN, MEAN, FIGHTING MACHINE!!!"

There's this attitude out there, a perception, that there's something wrong with beautiful women using their looks to draw readers. The idea is supposed to be that it's all about their brains, it's all about their writing, that it's cheap or improper for them to have guys checking out their web pages just to ogle them.

That's bullcrap.

I don’t know why I bother with this *bleep*. You know, I don’t plaster my *bleep*ing mugshot all over this blog because I don’t want the kind of readers that only come here for the *bleep*ing human decoration. I suppose if I were a whore, as apparently women are expected to be, I would use my face and body for a payoff. But I don’t. Maybe that’s acceptable in your world, but it isn’t in mine.

Most women know what 'that kind of traffic' means, but apparently all men don't.

You see most of us have been gawked at and drooled over in real life and find some relief from that superficial attention on the internet. We know when men are listening to what we say and when they are just pretending to listen as a way to convince us they are 'sensitive' or interested in us on more than one level.

And frankly, when the reason for the attention is so obvious it gives us the creeps. Seriously.

Attitudes like the John Hawkins of the blogosphere makes me NOT want to blog politically, or seriously, because it is quite obvious that most people won't listen to what a female blogger has to say, apparently we are just good for the titty shot. Whatever. You know I'm not going to quit. I'm just getting started.

Hyperbole. It’s a word. Look it up, Hawkins.

You didn’t disagree with “them,” you disagreed with “her.” I smacked you because a) you’re an insufferable assclown who thinks his *bleep* don’t stink, and b) Beth is my best friend.

I’m all for high-minded dialogue. Once I see evidence you’re capable of doing something other than slobbering over blog-titties, I might engage you in it.

But for now, all you get are foul-mouthed beatdowns. Because, well, I’m an *bleep*, and that’s just how we act sometimes.

News Flash! Women Have Breasts!

The first commenter, Goesh, picks up on my prompt -- "Let's just array these bloggers... randomly" -- and wisecracks: "Who is the Intern directly in front of him with the black hair?

Eventually, Jessica from a blog called Feministing, shows up and says: "The, um, 'intern' is me. It's so nice to see women being judged by more than their looks. Oh, wait..."

Snarky but somewhat conciliatory, I say: "Well, Jessica, you do appear to be 'posing.' Maybe it's just an accident."

Jessica Feministing returns and says:

It's a picture; people pose. And I'm not sure I understand your logic anyway. If I "pose" for a picture (as opposed to sulking and hunching over?) then I deserve to be judged for my looks? I don't see anyone talking *bleep* about the other bloggers smiling pretty for the camera.

Provoked, I decide to actually give her a small dose of the kind of judgment for brains she seems to demanding:

Jessica: I'm not judging you by your looks. (Don't flatter yourself.) I'm judging you by your apparent behavior. It's not about the smiling, but the three-quarter pose and related posturing, the sort of thing people razz Katherine Harris about. I really don't know why people who care about feminism don't have any edge against Clinton for the harm he did to the cause of taking sexual harrassment seriously, and posing in front of him like that irks me, as a feminist. So don't assume you're the one representing feminist values here. Whatever you call your blog....