I’m hearing that phrase a lot lately. A Google search on it turns up over half a million hits. And the irony is that much of the time it’s coming out of the mouth of a woman running for public office.
“I’m not a feminist, but I believe in equal rights for women”. Hello? That’s like saying, “I rob banks, but I’m not a bank robber”.
I submit that any woman running for the Senate or the Presidency is extremely unlikely NOT to be a feminist. The term has been loaded up over the decades with negative stereotypes. Enough is enough. There are male and female feminists. There are conservative and liberal feminists. There are feminists that are pro-porn and anti-porn. There are feminists that are anti-abortion and pro-choice. There are black, white, yellow, red and brown feminists.
Disclaiming “I’m not a feminist” before uttering anything vaguely pro-woman just serves to reinforce the view that there’s something wrong with being a feminist. I can understand why people want to distance themselves from the stereotype, but the only way to dispel it is for the entire spectrum of feminists to stop running away from it.
I am a feminist. And if a candidate says she’s not a feminist, I’m going to take her at her word. If you’re not a feminist, then do us all a favor: drop out of the race, put your apron back on, go fetch me and the girls a beer, and let a real woman have the nomination.
I want to clear the air about something.
There are two things that are true; 1) we were both in Alaska at about the right time, and 2) the daughter has my eyes.
But I have never been that drunk in my entire life, and if I had been, I wouldn’t have been able to… ermmm… perform.
So I’m almost completely, reasonably, pretty darn sure that Bristol Palin is not my daughter.
No further questions, please.
The recent criminal hack of emails from an English university is the final nail in the coffin of the global climate change hypothesis.
Except there is no nail, no coffin, and global warming isn’t a hypothesis, it’s a phenomenon that’s already having measurable negative effects on our climate.
In an unexpected turn of events, it was revealed late Thursday afternoon that Stephen Conroy, the Australian Minister for Broadband, Communications and the Digital Economy, has been arrested on charges of animal abuse and creating a public nuisance for buggering a red-neck wallaby near the front entrance of Parliament House in Canberra. Eyewitnesses on the scene report that the Minister appeared to be “no more intoxicated than usual” as he molested the marsupial, and that he seemed in high spirits, singing “Tie Me Kangaroo Down” at the top of his lungs until removed by police.
I’ve been thinking about what a communist version of the classic board game Monopoly would look like:
Supreme Court declines to hear “Don’t Ask” challenge.
I’ve been a vocal advocate for gay rights (including getting rid of the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy, under which able men and women are being discharged, not for conduct but simply for letting slip a personal fact about themselves).
I hate the whole tone of the debate, which assumes 1) anybody who supports gay rights is gay, and 2) anybody who’s gay is a crazed flaming stereotype whose orientation may be contagious.
The Chinese leadership would like to forget that Tiananmen Square ever happened. I think we should deny them the ability to do so. Post it everywhere. Put it all over the Internet. They want to block it? Fine, let them block the entire ‘Net. See how their young, hip, and very wired generation feels about that.