des femmes

des femmes, defamed...

So much for reframing

No soft cushy penis hats for the so-called progressives, uh-uh. With their shiny rock-hard brass balls, these progressives one-up the Republicans and show them how a real man stacks up.

Amazing how women will promote this sexist language and call themselves progressive, and other women will accede so readily.

On the positive side, all those BBA logos sure made trimming my blogroll easy.

Not just blogs

Newspapers have also lost their interest for me. For the last 25 years I've read my local paper, even the back issues when I return from vacation.

Ha! I'm on vacation all the time now. For weeks the papers stack up until I can bring myself to skim them. The largest stack held seven weeks of papers.

Jeanne captured the feeling I used to have:

"The article took me hours to read, because I couldn't take more than a short bit at I time, but felt obligated to know what was in it, and to let each horror sink in. It was the only news I managed to read yesterday, not only because it was hard to take, but because after reading that, there didn't seem to be anything else in the world worth knowing about."

I guess I'm more cynical, or too selfish, or better numbed, than Jeanne. I can't even stir myself to be interested in much besides the comics.

Tomorrow becomes never

For months I've been thinking about updating this blog. I'll get to it as soon as I finish this, and then this, and then this other thing. But...

The blogs that used to irritate me so much--I can't stand to read them any more. Ignorant little twerps, pompous blowhards, shills. Lost causes, and their cause isn't mine. They--and of course I'm speaking in general--want to be the ones on top, and we women get to remain on the bottom.

Here's this comment from the charming Orcinus:

"Well, that didn't take long. I figured it was only a matter of time before the conservative facade of civility crumbled, but this time it came off faster than the pancake on a ten-dollar hooker."

Teresa Nielsen Hayden wrote a beautiful summary of postelection reaction:

"You know what's really happening? They're seeing our reactions, and they're scared. It's like that moment where someone tells you what they've done, and it's disastrously wrong, a complete catastrophe; only they haven't understood that until now, when they see you stagger and turn pale at the news. And as you're standing there steadying yourself, feeling your heart pounding and a terrible weight descending on your shoulders ... you realize that the other person is preemptively yelling at you. They still don't quite know what's happened, but they can tell they've screwed up big time, so they're screaming that they certainly hope you aren't going to pretend that this could somehow have been their fault, because ..."

But then in the comments she said,

"To have voted for Nader in 2000 required only error. To have done so in 2004 required that one vote for someone one knew was a shamelessly manipulative and irresponsible liar. I respect democracy, and I respect the voting process. I just don't respect that choice. I'll also defend to the death your or anyone else's continuing right to make stupid choices -- which, as Groucho Marx once said to a blonde, is more than you've been doing lately."

A blonde. Now what is "blonde" shorthand for, I wonder?

If this ugliness directed at me is the best I can hope for from the supposedly liberal side, I don't want anything to do with it. I can be insulted without having to go out and look for it.