This blog gets more than its share of drive-by comments by trollish sorts who deposit little turds and then wander back to their sad corner of the internet. I don’t let most of them through, but sometimes they are too good to keep to myself. And by “good” I mean whatever synonym for “terrible” this comment deserves:
Say what you will about Love Being Right here, but unlike most of his misogynist buddies he’s awfully concise. He covers all the basics here, and then some! Whatever will we do about all these viscous women?
@kevin,
I suspect that this typo might be down to a failure to proofread before posting due to an over-reliance on spellcheck, which won’t red-underline words that are actually words, like viscous, and won’t green-underline perfectly grammatical sentences like “Women are viscous.” It kinda reminds me rouge angles of Satin.
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/RougeAnglesOfSatin
@childrenofthebroccoli:
http://youtu.be/6RoP76_iUc0
Good things about men, comics edition!
Mike Mignola is a really good artist, with a well-developed, moody style.
David Willis (of Shortpacked! and Dumbing of Age) seems like he gets it.
Jack Kirby had an engaging and prolific imagination, and his work is among the most beloved of all comics.
Bad things about women, comics edition!
… Nothing here, we need more women in comics!
@cassandrakitty:
She was poured into her pants. It took three hours.
@ alaisvex: Same thing occurred to me, it’s why I also copied David calling it as a malaprop (and his post is far wittier about that.)
“Snailed it.” XD
Falconer sez:
Well, Wendy Pini acts really condescending to fans of color while condoning blackface/brownface in cosplay. Also, her art has gone to shit in the last few decades.
@A. Noyd, that’s really disappointing to hear.
Hm. Bad things about women?
Nicki Minaj used to hint strongly that she was bi (she’s not, she now says) in order to enhance her sex appeal. To be fair, though, she seems to have moved past queer-baiting and grown to be pretty awesome and funny. Plus, like a bunch of you have said, most criticisms of her are so racist and sexist that I feel morally obligated to defend her.
Iggy Azalea is racist but won’t condescend to admit it.
Kim Kardashian had to give birth to a mixed-race child before recognizing that racism still exists.
Bad things about women? Okay, here’s one:
Female MRAs exist.
Oh! E.L. James wrote a series of books that will probably worsen the situation for abused women everywhere and gets unreasonably defensive and self-pitying when people point this out to her.
Katie Hopkins is a universally reviled right-wing gobshite who pollutes the general public discourse with her bigoted, ignorant opinions, and the worst part is she’s paid to do do both on TV and in her own Sun column.
Edwina Curry made really condescending remarks about poor people literally starving on food bank assistance simply “not knowing how to cook”.
Theresa May is pushing Britain into more of a police state every week.
… Even aside from this, I actually find it kind of hard to think of women I hate, since I generally make it a policy not to hate women, or anyone else if I can help it. The only people I really despise are people with institutional power and influence who use it to make people’s lives really miserable (politicians, people with a national media platform).
I can think of loads of lovely things to say about men and women who are really awesome, though. Here are a few wonderful guys called David:
David Tennant is able to convey a wonderful range of emotions and will always be my definitive Doctor.
David Attenborough is King of the Nature Programme, for all the reasons stated in this song:
https://soundcloud.com/biscuitbadger/biscuithead-the-biscuit
(And the four gents who wrote and performed that song comprise what is easily the best band in the whole region of West Yorkshire).
David Futrelle is bloody marvellous and an indispensable ally to the Feminist cause.
I guess on the cellular level, we are all kind of viscous… I mean, we’re all just singing meat after all. Squishy sacks of meat with a gooey centre… Makes me think of jelly babies.*
* Ooh, woman worthy of criticism – the strange person who came up with the twee little character names for Jelly Babies. I think her name was Julie something… My dad actually went out with her, before he met my mum.
*should read “paid to do so”.
Her name was Julie Jones – might explain her penchant for painfully contrived alliteration. Not saying she’s a bad person, but her marketing concept was naff. Naff as anything.
Dreck writer, dreck person. Color me SOOOOOO shocked.
Oh, oh, oh! Canada’s turn:
Christie Blatchford, the Coultergeist of the North. And Barbara Amiel, who never met another woman that she couldn’t tear down…on Randroid flibbertigibbertarian terms, of course.
And of course, every woman in the Conservative government of Stephen Fucking Harper, because they mouth platitudes on the one hand while shoving women under the bus with the other.
See? Terrible things about women. Yes, we can say them, as long as the women in question are unquestionably terrible! And antifeminist wingnutty women usually are.
Yeah, E.L. James gets so upset when people say that her books contain domestic abuse because it’s trivializing to real domestic abuse victims or some such bullshit.
And Jenny Trout, of course, has a great rebuttal: http://jennytrout.com/?p=966
Remember when Barbara Bush insulted hurricane Katrina victims by saying that the deplorable conditions at the Super Dome were no different than what they what they were used to?
I don’t know if I’ve confessed this here before, but I’m distantly related to her and her detestable sons.
Oh my god, WWTH, I’m so sorry.
I don’t remember that specifically, but I do remember she was really very terrible about the whole thing.
Shit. I forgot the specifics too. What a cruel, heartless, racist and classist thing to say.
Honey – my very favorite vomit!
The two chief men I would praise are my father and my husband. The first taught me how to be a man, the second showed me how good a man I could be.
Regarding women who are worthy of criticism, I would nominate ‘Dr.’ Alveda King. She has demonstrated, in my opinion, a lack of respect for other women’s choices, while fiercely condemning the discussion of her own lapses. Also, insisting that you be addressed as ‘Doctor’ on account of an honorary Ph.D. is petty, at best.
Oh mang, what an awful person to be related to. I take it you’re not close.
Also, how anyone can find muck about an abused woman putting up with endless amounts of shit “sexually empowering” is beyond me. Real BDSM, as I understand it (as I’m not a practitioner myself) is supposed to stop when the person uttering the safeword says to stop it. Fifty Shades of Dreck notably ignores that boundary.
PS: That’s in reference to Barbara Bush, of course.
That’s what I’ve heard as well, Bina. Also, I’m pretty sure that there’s no dimension of BDSM that includes stalking your partner and refusing to let him or her go anywhere unaccompanied by people whom you trust.
Stockings are kinky. Stalkings are perverted.
Don’t forget Barbara Bush saying she didn’t want to waste her “beautiful mind” dwelling on casualties and body bags from the Iraq War. Ugh.
WWTH – my condolences. I suspect the Bush sons inherited their heartlessness and general idiocy from their mother. We lived next door to George H.W. Bush’s sister growing up. On a personal level, they were lovely people and good neighbors, and you’d never suspect they had any connection to the Bush clan. But the fact that their family dynasty was financed in part by Prescott Bush’s dealings with Nazi-backed companies during WWII kind of overshadows the home-baked cookies and driveway hockey games.
Definitely not close to the Bushes. They’re only distantly related. I never met them. My mom found out when she got on a genealogy kick. It was pretty awful. I’m glad we didn’t find out until after my grandmother died. She loathed George W Bush as much as I do.
It can come from both sides, Buttercup! I knew your neighbor’s niece 🙂 H.W.’s brother’s daughter. Knew her for years lol.