Via The Guardian: San Jose Mercury News says sorry for ‘insensitive’ Simone Manuel headline.
You know, I’d started to think there was nothing anyone could say that would shock me at this point in our public discourse.
I stand corrected. (And agape.)
“Michael Phelps shares historic night with African-American”?!
It’s not even just that they didn’t bother to name her, or that they made it sound vaguely hooker-y. It’s also: “WOW! This white male who already had 20 gold medals* made history. And also… I mean, pfft, whatever, some black girl did something too. I guess she…became the first African American woman to win an individual Olympic swimming gold or whatever? But he’s white and has a dick, and his name is giant clickbait, so Phelps ahoy!”
*I understand 20 gold medals is a huge deal, and adding four more is historic. More for you, Michael Phelps, you GO, Michael Phelps!
Oh, sorry, were you looking for your mic?
This young lady just dropped it.
Via the Lean In Facebook page…
BWAH HA HA… “Don’t talk about her hair when your shit looks like an ostrich has been sucking on your head for 20 mins. SHARRAP.”
Via Huffington Post: The Media Is Saying And Doing A Bunch Of Sexist Stuff During The Olympics.
“A commentator said Team USA members looked like they ‘might as well be standing in the middle of a mall’ after they were caught on camera laughing and talking following their utter annihilation of the competition during the qualifying round.”
I really have nothing intelligent to say, but in fairness I think the only thing TO say is “Go fuck yourself.”
See also: “Katie Ledecky swims like a man.” [upon protest] “It was a compliment.” Seen in this second article, because there was enough bullshit to write two: Stop Attributing The Success Of Women Olympians To Men.
There’s a point during mutual attraction at which my body takes over and tells my “proper lady” brain to shut the fuck up and enjoy. The people on the receiving end of that shift seem to enjoy it, but I’ve definitely felt disgusting and apologized for it once my brain came back. I have no idea where this comes from. It’s improved, but I sometimes still find myself sinking into a rabbit hole of self-slut-shaming for some of the choices I’ve made.
And this is also getting better but I still do tons of things I don’t want to do because I don’t want to be rude, or hurt anyone’s feelings by saying “no.”
So… this. All of this: “We need to keep changing the attitude that raises our girls to be demure and our boys to be assertive… We need to keep changing the attitude that punishes women for their sexuality and rewards men for theirs.”
Full article via Glamour magazine: President Barack Obama on Feminism and the World He Wants to Leave His Daughters
Aw. Well, that’s nice.
A 27-year-old on OkCupid sent me an intro message the other night, and I wasn’t interested, so I deleted it without responding.
This morning he sent a followup message: “You’re too pretty to give up on. I’m very persistent!”
Sweetie? This brand of “persistence” does not end with you getting the girl. Please don’t make me get all J. Lo in Enough — no one needs to see my midriff, I’m too lazy to learn boxing, and I would look absurd with that haircut. So maybe just quit being a dick.
I’ve also noticed many profiles that say things like, “If I send you a message, it’s rude to just ignore it and leave me wondering. The least you can do is write back to say you’re not interested.” Um, no, actually. The LEAST I can do is ignore you. It’s one click to delete a message. Writing you back adds the effort of keystrokes, so… that’s more I’d have to do, not least. See how words work?
And boo hoo, a stranger finds me “rude?” Not polite and acquiescent like a proper lady should be? I’m sad. No, really. This is my sad face.
If a guy doesn’t respond to my message within a day or two, I don’t wonder — he’s not interested.
Via Body For Wife: She Doesn’t Owe You Shit
The shit we BITCH about… She’s not SMILING?!
I can’t imagine why. The Underground Railroad seemed like a real hoot.
It IS a shame she’s not smiling, since all those white dudes on my money are happy as fuck. They’re ALL whimsy and shenanigans, sticking out their tongues, one’s got a friend doing bunny ears behind his head. And OMG, it’s totes hilar-balls how Franklin’s got one of those moustaches on a stick on the $100 — motherfucker was so jolly, Santa Claus asked him for pointers. In fact, Franklin advised Santa to get the reindeer. *nod* I think I read that somewhere.