I may be a porn liberal, but am I also a humorless feminist? Let us see…
Now before I say anything else, Let me just make it very clear that I have no beef with, nor love for wonkette, I’m not nearly familiar enough with her writing to hold a real opinion one way or another about her.
But even so, I read this post at Firedoglake (Firedoglake!?!?!) with that curious mix of irritation, unease and thwarted mirth that often goes with reading something that is valid or pointient or even amusing in parts, but spoils it all by jamming the patriarchal anti-sex attitudes down my throat in all the other parts.
Anyway, allow me to show you the bits that really jumped out at me from T-Rex’s post while playing a game I saw on wondershowzen called “funny/not funny”:
Thursday, 6/8
3:30pm
Las Vegas
At least, we think this is Vegas. Goodness! We actually came to in a hotel elevator sans panties. We tried to match the number on our keycard to a door number, but a helpful member of the housekeeping staff informed us that we were in the wrong hotel! Now that we have cabbed to the proper hotel, we have a moment to take stock of our surroundings.
Not Funny! (Oh, she woke from unconciousness with a gap in her memory and her underwear in disarray, like a stripper after one of those infamous Duke fraternity parties, teehee, because nothing makes me laugh like potential date rape being considered a stain on the woman’s reputation, heehee, oh T-Rex, you manly wit, you!)
Funny, the last thing we remember was that bitch stewardess in first class telling us we couldn’t have another Screwdriver. I told her, “I’m a columnist for TIME MAGAZINE, you stupid sky-wench! I can have as many goddamn Screwdrivers as I fucking want!” Maybe we shouldn’t have taken that bar Xanax (or was it two?) at Reagan National.
Funny! (because it plays up what really bugs T-Rex about Wonkette: her holier-than-thou privelaged attitude, which is a fair thing to criticise)
Now we just need to track down some vodka and find out why we have Joe Klein’s business card and $50 in our pocket.
Not Funny! (It would have been even funnier if he’d wrote “…and find out why we have Joe Klein’s semen dribbling down our leg and $50 in our pocket.” because, again, there is nothing quite like the potential involvement of date rape related memory loss in your slut shaming to really make a joke go down a treat)
11:30pm
FUCK! Byron York says he has our missing underwear from Thursday. He wants to know why they’re the ones that say “Tuesday”. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
Haha! because she’s a slut, and sluts are Bad Women who wear two day old underwear, hahaha.
No seriously, my sides, they actually split.
I’d go on, but the phrase “instalover” is going to require therapy, I just know it.
In summary: Comedy based exclusively around the idea of you being a huge asshole stopped being funny back before South Park jumped the shark, if you can’t compete in Feministe’s Coulter Competition, just fucking well say so already, don’t be an ass about it.
Mr. T says: I pity the fool who invalidates his arguments and mockage by resorting to unneccesary slut shaming. Also, eat your vegetables, they’re good for you.
So remember, stay in milk, don’t do school and drink your drugs while avoiding the slut shaming, I’d think it would be better than appearing really childish and all… But what do I know, I’m just a slut who also imbides alchoholic beverages on occasion (*gasp!*), so what does my opinion count, eh?
I love R Mildred because she can take something the rest of the blogosphere is passing around like its gold and point out that it’s merely poop in a Werther’s wrapper.
this wouldn’t be the first time for rexy. his commentary on caitlin flanagan could be summed up as follows: “Stay at home moms have baby spit on them. EWWWWW!”
“Haha! because she’s a slut, and sluts are Bad Women who wear two day old underwear, hahaha.”
I thought all sluts went commando. Damn, I need to go re-read the rule book.
Sluts go commando on day 3, when the semen build-up in their underwear starts to itch.
I think you are both right and wrong about this. If you read Wankettes blog you probably wouldnt be able to tell the difference between what she posts and what Trex posted in her name. It’s obnoxious when she posts that crap and even worse when he does.
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