A quick preview of my Northwestern talk tonight on “How to hate women and have terrible sex.”

This feminist and her feminist husband will celebrate eleven years of marriage on Sunday. And I’m pretty sure we’re real… I’ve even had recent bloodwork show that my hormones are correctly balanced and that I am, in fact, biologically female.

And since you think that there is an excuse for cold-blooded murder, mock the pain of cancer victims (hey, I’ll pass you screed on to a dear friend whose husband was recently diagnosed with aggressively metastatic testicular cancer. And then get out of the way. She does roller derby and is more than a little scary.), and seem to think that kittens should be killed for just being kittens, you, Meller, can FUCK RIGHT THE FUCK OFF.

Pecunium: Totally. Can’t let the sluts get out of hand!

@kb

you’re basing this on the mistaken assumption that dkm can care about people not made out of porcelain. he can’t, because he’s a disgusting simulacrum of an actual person.

Sharculese: Maybe if enough people point out what a total and utter asshat he’s being, he will see the light and his heart will grow three sizes and we’ll all join hands and sing carols around the fireplace!

Thanks, everyone. Mother, Sister and NephewB are all down with them – he just decided last night to stop fighting. I hate feeling so… helpless. They’re something like four states away, and I can’t do anything for them. I felt the same way when Dad was sick: there was literally nothing I could do to make him better or take the pain away or stop Mom from losing the house.

As you might have guessed, I have some pretty major cancer issues.

@DKM: Sneaking around, eh? Maybe hoping I wouldn’t notice you? I have been awfully busy, end of term stuff, but nope, I see activity, I bop over, and here you are, being all vile and awful.

Name me ONE feminist law (state, number, title, or hell, maybe federal?) that stops men and women from loving each other, or marrying (the last one, about interracial marriages, had to be fought and overturned).

There are a scad of laws that keep men from marrying each other, and women from marrying each other.

And, oh, yeah, by the way: the comment that got you last banned: read it and choke.

An adorable little pretty-kitty!

No, I DON’T THINK that she should be euthanized, hanged, drowned, or otherwise killed! She should be loved, pampered, looked after, petted, and cuddled.

Happy now?
So much for all of the nonsense gibberish here on womenbeinghateful(a.k.a. manboobz.com) about my being cruel to kitties–or women!

You don’t get it, do you, DKM? The only “nonsense gibberish” is your maunderings about how if kittens (or presumably any other pets) or WOMEN don’t behave, they should be punished–and men who kill women are driven to it.

Your words. Live with them:

http://manboobz.com/2012/02/09/alcuin-and-out-or-the-kkk-with-tits/comment-page-8/#comment-123827
Ithiliana–February 12, 2012 @2:31pm

“graduate student “murdered” by ex-husband”

Take post cited above. Could woman who talks like that (over the ‘net) have such an unpleasant, unfeminine, and just plain horrid personality that she could say something that MAY provoke an unpleasant response from a nearby man who may already be troubled about something else. Look at all of the cases you read about where a murder or vicious assault or rape was committed by a man whose entire life was coming apart, and the very person—his wife–whom he was relying upon to keep what was left of his sanity was turning on him…

Did graduate student take her “how to handle men” or something like that from YOU?

I was explaining that a man who loved his nearest and dearest would do anything to avoid the spousal abuse so often cited on feminuttery websites and blogs like this, because it wouldn’t get him what he wanted! I would rather be kind, gentle, and loving to a woman than beat,rape, or kill her, and so would most men, for obvious reasons!

Gee, Ithiliana, for an intelligent woman, you sure have a lot of trouble understanding ordinary common sense, don’t you?

KathleenB, I’m so sorry.

Meller, you disgusting, pathetic, scum-sucking coward, just fuck off and die.

Polliwog: Friends of hers will be getting ‘fuck cancer’ tattoos in his honor. I don’t want an english swear word permanently inked on my body, so I’m going to have a tree of life with ‘cancer can kiss my ass’ in gaelic. I’m just… gods, I’ve lost three people I cared about to cancer in the last ten years. No one should have to deal with that.

A friend of mine recently decided that he was done fighting late stage Type 1 Diabetes.

I had (and have) mixed feelings about it. A couple of days ago I remembered Robert Luis Steven’s Epitaph (which he wrote).

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

It’s a mixed comfort to me. I was too far away to say goodbye properly. My ex took my final greetings to him (he wasn’t up for the phone when I called), and she says he responded well. The wake is later this month, I’m flying to make it.

It’s funny just how appropriate this is. His ashes are being scattered in his beloved mountains; by the by some of the Boy Scouts he so loved. He loved life, and living, and when the time came he decided the pains were too much and he laid him down with a will. There was enough time to say his goodbyes, and come to grips, and make his peace.

My grandfather, actually, did the same thing. I hope that, should I come to that pass, I can do the same.

Glad did he live, and glad he died,
and he laid him down with a will.

Hugs to you and yours.

Pecunium: I think that there is a power in saying ‘I fought as long as I could, I’ve lived my life, now it’s time to stop fighting.’ And a kind of grace in accepting your own mortality. Doesn’t make it any easier for those who are left behind, but in the end, we’re all going to get left behind.

By the way, David, how did this talk go?