Reheated (50)
Or, So Empowered, Yet Oppressed By Everything.
Faced as we are with the news that Everyday Feminism may soon flicker out of existence, leaving a gaping void in our intellectual lives, perhaps it’s time to revisit some of the many offerings to have entertained us, albeit inadvertently:
Feminist “creative” and “multi-dimensional creature” Katherine Garcia attempts to justify her sub-optimal life choices. Things go badly wrong.
Rachel Kuo tells us how to order takeaway in a suitably fretful and intersectional manner.
A “white grrl with dreadlocks” atones for her “whiteness” and “appropriated” hair.
Melissa Fabello is a feminist intellectual and therefore terribly oppressed. How dare you question her?
Fat We Can Fix, The Excuses Are Trickier.
An empowered feminist of girth says not being fat makes you complicit in her oppression.
“Social justice” devotee describes herself to employers as “a political troublemaker,” and wonders why employment is hard to find.
Melissa Fabello shares her interracial dating advice with those less enlightened. Naturally, it’s complicated.
“As a witch,” says Kris Nelson, “it is my responsibility to engage in radical politics.” She’s also clairvoyant and sells magic sea shells.
Oh, you laugh now, but who will scold us when they’re gone?
It’s all one big conspiracy theory.
Pretty much.
Meanwhile, the local Unitarian hall’s sign, which I’ve mentioned here before (“The Artist as Nonconformist”), is advertising their latest don’t-call-it-a-sermon, “The Activist and the Mystic”.
How does a Unitarian begin a prayer?
To whom it may concern.
. . . because jobs such as logging “remain hyper-masculine and painfully heteronormative.”
Oh, don’t worry, there are ointments for that. And then after awhile, the calluses develop just fine.
—and I’m reminded of the time that a mostly gay—and all male—dance group was going over the logistics of putting together a float for an upcoming parade that the group was taking part in. At some time in the discussion it was noted that when turning the back of a large truck into a dance floor, use of major tools were going to to be a likely requirement. And at that point one of the queens then loudly proclaimed Chainsaws?!?!?!! That’s Women’s work!!!!
Regarding Everyday Feminism, Robert Stacy McCain has some thoughts.
Perhaps a sponsorship deal could be negotiated where they provide one article per month on an exclusive basis?
And since we’re a bootstrapped independent media organization comprised primarily of queer people of color, that money to pay for this important work doesn’t come from venture capitalists or a large media conglomerate – which is sometimes the case for other media sites
This is what I love. As though gays are poorer than everyone else, and as though there isn’t any money in non-Anglo-Saxon societies….
There are 30-40 million African Americans – they may be a minority but not such a tiny one, and I’m sure they include plenty of venture capitalists too.
oops bold gone?
Fixed.
Tried a < /b > tag. Failed. Dan, you’re in deep brown sauce when Dad gets back.
You’re in deep brown sauce when Dad gets back.
It’s a good job I’m busy with my lunch.
To quote John Denver (I think), “More than anything else, I’m sorry for myself…”
And for newcomers, this seems relevant:
They do this to themselves, remember. And given the chance, they’d do it to you.
Dan:
Poorer?
Apparently they can’t be bothered to Google for one of the numerous Gay- or Women- oriented Angel investor groups.
I suspect their real problem is that investors, to quote Ghostbusters, “expect results.”
In other words,what EF is really looking for is a Sugar Daddy.
Janice Fiamengo’s latest video addresses the kind of mindset peddled by Everyday Feminism.
More chicken voodoo (of appeal to petrolheads only, probably).
Back in the early 1970s the then Hesketh Formula Two team (no. 1 driver James “The Shunt” Hunt before he became famous for punching random strangers, taking far too many drugs whilst somehow still functioning as a pretty good racing driver, and shagging anything with a pulse) had already acquired something of its later reputation for eccentricity. On one occasion at Oulton Park in Cheshire, Mosley had seen the entire équipe gathered in a circle in the circuit paddock, chanting and praying to the ‘Great Chicken in the Sky’ to find them a new engine, their original Ford BDA having expired when Hunt over-revved it in practice. Mosley, then running the March works team of which he was a founder, lent them a spare, after which the team always referred to the future President of the FIA as ‘The Great Chicken of Bicester.’ “We always called him that,” said Hesketh later. “And we used to cluck whenever we saw him, which enraged him.”
Does she sell the sea shells in packs of three?
On the subject of feminists…
On the subject of feminists…
Heh.
Bad Tim.
I’m now captivated by @RoastMySelfie.
I hear the doe tastes sweeter.
Denis Mukwege has some commentary on actual gender inequality.
I posted the following elsewhere and paste it here without amendment (and prior to reading any other comments on this thread!):
Genuine question (and one that nobody seems to be asking for some reason): how difficult would it be for an otherwise successful website/online business to either exaggerate or else outright lie about financial hardship (and potential demise) in order to extract cash from their global, terminally gullible user-base under false pretences? Just a thought.
After all, no one outside of EF will have access to their accounts and therefore whatever cash they raise from their e-begging will never have to be accounted for. This is pure speculation of course but it’s not exactly an implausible scenario.
Regardless, you have to give scrounging Melissa (via her “literally” begging video) begrudging credit for at least knowing her audience. Indeed, I thought her calculating insinuation that if EF went kaput then somehow evil sexists/Donald Trump would ‘win’ was a lovely touch and one surely guaranteed to have EF’s foam-flecked acolytes eagerly reaching for their PayPal accounts, no questions asked!
I’m calling it now then: EF will ‘miraculously’ survive, was never in danger of going under in the first place and the same scam will be pulled in the future with further injections of cash from doting fans purportedly needed in order to keep functioning. < safest bet I ever made. 😉
how difficult would it be for an otherwise successful website/online business to either exaggerate or else outright lie about financial hardship (and potential demise) in order to extract cash from their global, terminally gullible user-base under false pretences?
Oh, y’mean Oral Roberts and anyone else of his ilk?
Yes, both the claims of relevance to others and the type of person doing the posturing are indeed the same . . .
Deja vu on the Minnow.
Further to my above cynical prophesying I also predict that after EF’s fans ‘spectacularly’ save the site from ruin with their unbridled generosity, managing editor Melissa “literally” Fabello will coincidentally embark on an exhaustive study of wimmin’s oppression…..across multiple 5-star resorts in the Bahamas (or similar) where said oppression is particularly bad. Probably.
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We’ll see. Either way, whatever the truth there’s almost certainly no real danger of EF going under thus its detractors are futilely gloating at it’s prospective demise!
…I conclude by drawing out the implications of this research for the fields of animal geography and feminist geography.
I’ve read that three times now and I still don’t know if I understand it or not.
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It’s really quite simple. It means what all feminist ‘thought’ means…….’I hate you Dad’.
You may mock, but you won’t be laughing any more when they’re gone.
😜
Melissa Fabello is a feminist intellectual and therefore terribly oppressed. How dare you question her?
That one was inspired. 🙂
That one was inspired. 🙂
I think it’s fair to say that, like so many of her colleagues, Ms Fabello struggles with the basics of rational argument and isn’t overly gifted with self-awareness. As I think I said in the comments, feminists often try to obscure their underlying vanities and assumptions, hence the reliance on boilerplate and regurgitated jargon. But as often as not, Ms Fabello just blurts them out, as if oblivious to what she’s saying and what that says about her. And remember, she’s employed to edit the writing of other contributors to make it more coherent and convincing.
As the managing editor of Everyday Feminism, and to some extent its public face, Ms Fabello is a yardstick of the contortions currently in fashion there. When not re-tweeting flattering comments about how pretty she is, Ms Fabello regularly denounces “white supremacist capitalist cisheteropatriarchal standards of feminine beauty,” and she does this while taking endless selfies, almost daily, all of which entail heavy filtering and kilos of make-up. In a desperate attempt to achieve the kind of effect that she claims to despise.
I suppose the polite word would be… complicated.
For more of Ms Fabello’s fearsome mental cutting beam, see also this and this.
From the selfies tweet:
Replying to @fyeahmfabello
any time you need reminding that you’re perfect just as you are, I’m here. ❤️
There’s probably a reason most sane people don’t have people like this in their lives.