when the status quo frustrates.

Time to Hurl

Thursday, February 4th, 2010

I’m sure everybody remembers this:

Aww, that’s such a romantic pict–! hmm, wait. Isn’t that guy about twenty years older than that barely pubescent girl..? I mean, I can see some serious crepe-like flesh going on under that manly-man jawline there–oh, well, it’s not like even the most superficial perusal of internet porn won’t immediately inform you that “barely legal” is an overwhelmingly common male fanta–uh, wait again. Is that hairy old dude that sweet little sex kitten is being manfully embraced by HER DAD–?

Now, now, maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe this is really meant to portray the pure innocence and beauty of the father-daughter bond, and I just have a dirty, corrupt mind. I’m sure another picture from the very same photo shoot will absolutely clear up any doubt I could possibly have about the theme of this particular series of Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus publicity photos–

Yep, that definitely cleared that up.

But this is old news! The new news is that the sexualization of children shown above is apparently way, way too subtle. The message has not been gotten across, dammit! And Billy Ray Cyrus clearly ain’t gonna let that happen. You know, he has another daughter, and to eliminate the confusing nature of using the daughter that might have actually entered puberty sometime around the date of the photo shoot, this one is clearly nowhere near even the beginnings of sexual maturation.

Because 9-year-olds need a sexy line of lingerie!

..little 9-year-old Noah Cyrus is set to become a lingerie model.

She’ll be teaming up with her pint-sized best friend Emily Grace to launch a children’s lingerie collection for ‘Ohh! La, La! Couture’.

The company’s website describes The Emily Grace Collection as having a “trendy, sweet, yet edgy feel, reminiscent of Emily’s true personality.”

Emily’s collection will appeal not just to little girls – the line also has an exclusive Teen Collection available to a size 14.

Goodness, I suspect you’re right about that. This collection won’t just appeal to little girls.

Sea-kittens

Saturday, January 17th, 2009

It’s not news to anyone that PETA is completely crazy, but in case you didn’t know, there’s a hilarious little Flash game on their eyesore of a website. And it, like so much of their “shock” advertising, is entirely sexist. Hey PETA: Why can’t you put a princess dress and a biker jacket on the fish at the same time?

By PETA’s logic, all we need to do to end the attacks on Gaza is to rename the Palestinians “desert-kittens.” Couldn’t hurt, right?

Anyway, here’s mine:


Create Your Own Sea Kitten at peta.org!

(The entire site is hilarious. Check out the awesome bedtime stories. If they hadn’t been around for so long, I’d be convinced that PETA is some sort of viral marketing campaign for the meat industry.)

This is Just to Say

Thursday, January 18th, 2007

I have damaged
the cat
who was trampling
my keyboard

and who
probably held
sentimental value
for you

Forgive me
but I get jumpy
when I can’t see
the screfdgdtsen

Saturday Random Flickr Pics, the “In honor of Habeas Corpus” dub

Saturday, October 14th, 2006

Everytime I do some perfectly innocent search through flickr (in this case the word used was “DUH”) I get the unconnected weirdness.

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And they call *us* the babykillers

Sunday, October 1st, 2006



Just a sample of how easy it can be to market our liberalism…
[Flicker photo used]

Friday {X}, In Which McBoing Reveals He Is Not Dead, Only Wishes He Were

Thursday, September 21st, 2006

i. At one job I spend all day listening to how gay people are teh suck. At the other job I hear how gross it is to be Jewish, Mexican, and/or Negro. But we ain’t no bigots. We are the Eggman.

ii. Looking at two potential jobs. Both would pay me more. One is another temp gig at a place I could grow to like, the other is a big fatty secret with a big fatty paycheck. Which I probably won’t get.

iii. I fear that being required to show up at work every morning at 8am could be what is keeping me from more professional employment. 9am is a better fit for a burgeoning alcoholic-workaholic. The brown cow says, “And how!”

iv. New manager at Big Media Co. is changing the work shifts, leaving the temps with the worst hours, of course. No overtime, working weekends, training occurs on my “days off.”

v. With the new hours at Big Media Co. I will not be able to keep Job #2. I am not sad, but Sallie Mae sure is.

vi. My bank account wept when I told it the news.

vii. The conference room at Job #1 a) puts me to sleep or b) makes me sneeze.

viii. But no matter. All meetings are soon to be abolished. From now on, if we have a question about work protocol, we are to writer our supervisors an email and they will post an answer to our questions in a big white answer book which we are to read on our own time.

ix. One of my coworkers was fired this week when she said she couldn’t work Saturdays. I can count four people not including me who are presently looking for different jobs.

x. Really. Why don’t we get drunk and screw? Can I taste the Milky Way?

Husband Shoots Chicken, Wife Shoots Husband

Thursday, September 7th, 2006

A woman was charged Tuesday for shooting her husband in the back after he shot her pet chicken, the Lane County Sheriff’s Office said.

You know what? If anyone shot my pet anything, you’re goddamned straight I’d shoot the fucker back.

The kitten defense

Friday, July 7th, 2006

Paul the Spud has been tracking the developments surrounding Vladimir Putin tenderly kissing the tummy of a young boy.

Used to be that rulers would demand minions kiss their pinkie rings and grovel appreciatively, so I maybe I should applaud the stunning reversal displayed by Putin. Unfortunately, one doesn’t need a prudish nature to be made uncomfortable by middle-aged men kissing strange children on their bare bellies.

Putin was headed for some rocky PR… until he introduced the kitten defense (via Paul again, this time @ Shakes Sis):

“People came up and I began talking to them, among them this little boy. He seemed to me very independent, sure of himself and at the same time defenseless so to speak, an innocent boy and a very nice little boy,” Putin told the Web cast.

“I tell you honestly, I just wanted to touch him like a kitten and that desire of mine ended in that act.”

Check and mate.

Kitty adorability is strictly irrefutable. Even the hardest soul softens in the presence of kitties. Who could resist nuzzling a kitten? Now that he’s invoked kitty-love and associated it with this boy, the minute someone mentions the word ‘inappropriate,’ Putin can simply say, “is it inappropriate to cuddle THIS? Excuuuuse me for making a little room in my heart for kittens.” If you point out that one mightn’t treat unfamiliar children as baby pets, Putin could say in feigned incredulity, “how dare you afford the right of affection to animals but not humans, and especially children!”

Thus, Putin has entirely obstructed judgment.

Rumor has it Sony‘s trying to engage in a similar distraction tactic. Anything’s okay when kitties do it:

kittens

Peado Pic of the Week, and Misc Video

Thursday, July 6th, 2006

Well it looks like Vladimir Putin, President of Russia, is a big old compulsive peado:

This brings us one step closer to the day when the past joke about how George Bush could rape a child live on national TV and still being supported by the crazy godbags and Neo-Cons, ceases being a joke and becomes a testable hypothesis.

And Here’s The Hoff, singing and pratting around with the Oonga Chucka song:

And yet, neither of those two ever get partially mangled in a wood chipper.

Twice I’ve found shit like that, I now fear putting the word “kitten” into the Flickr search thingie.

Fox News mascot

Tuesday, July 4th, 2006

Thanks to Lindsay we found the mascot page for the Office of Censorship-lovin’
Fox News:

hitler cat!
Achtung lieber, Amerikaner schwein! Wo ist mein Babymäusespielzeug?!

Definitive proof that Patriarchy causes brain damage

Sunday, June 25th, 2006

Here’s Dawn Eden jumping the Double Negative:

Pandagon’s Amanda Marcotte writes in a comment to one of her own posts that she considers arguments against late-term abortions to be “red herrings”:

Of course, I�m clearly unconvinced there�s a reason to restrict the vast majority of late term abortions, which are done to save a woman�s health or to remove a dead fetus, but that�s neither here nor there to my point about Red Herrings and Anti Choicers Who Won�t Admit They Don�t Have An Argument.

The fascinating thing is that she’s unconvinced only that there’s a reason to restrict the “vast majority of late term abortions.”

Why, if she believes in abortion on demand — a “right” that she regularly champions in her blog — is she not unconvinced there’s a reason to restrict all late-term abortions?

With heavy heart, I suspect Ms. Marcotte will issue a swift response saying, in typically forthright manner, that I misunderstood her, and that there is never any valid reason to restrict abortions. But for now, I’m enjoying the moment.

As far as I can tell (“is she not unconvinced…” the hell? This is America ffs, speak english you moran!) dawn is convinced that, as Dawnie-poo herself rejects any factual evidence that contradicts her world view, Amanda will also automatically reject any evidence that somehow enables crazy old ladies to decide which late term abortions are “justified” and which are not. (more…)

Amore Pour None

Monday, May 22nd, 2006

So I’m on the look out for some good snark and a quick hop over to Dawn Patrol shows Dawn Eden writing what to my mind appears to be an application for headship of the Patriotic Anti-Sex League:

The real sin here is the what I believe is the great sin of the sexual revolution: the idea that sex needs to be “demystified.” That’s the line of thinking that makes perverts prey upon young girls. It also makes parents let their children watch obscene films or read porn magazines — as I saw a father do with his 10-year-old son on the train last week — because “the kids’ll just see them anyway, so it’s better that we know about it.”

To deprive sex of its spiritual component — which is what the hippies did, and the beatniks before them, and the Theosophists and Sangerites before them — is to reduce human beings to disposable commodities.

My faith tells me that marital sex, like all acts blessed with holiness, is a great mystery — and from thence comes its beauty.

Of course this is all bullshit, the concept of “mystery” relies entirely on the reveal, at which point it is lost forever and all you’re left with is The Truth. It’s nothing more than a sales tactic, in the mystery novel it’s what keeps you reading, in the Mystery cults of yore it was the promise of arcane knowledge and secrets that made people join them. Mystery, the suggestion of knowledge being kept from you, is a veil drawn over something, that piques our natural human curiosity and draws us to it, even when what is eventually revealed turns out not to be worth it, but the mystery doesn’t have to promise, it doesn’t matter what is revealed, only that there is something hidden, something that makes people want ot find out what that hidden thing is.

Think about that in relation to Love, mysterious sex acts as a draw, an intentional lie that makes a person go through the silly little initiation ritual, read through the poorly written novel, marry the completly selfish asshole, all to find out what is being hidden.

In short, Dawn thinks that lying and deceit is a central and integral part of Love. Which shouldn’t come as a surprise I guess, the conservative paradigm is based around an entirely binary superior/inferior paradigm in all things and interrelationships, and as a true “Lady” gives up all other forms of power, all there is left is the power of hidden knowledge, which acts like the evocative clothing of the “Madame” (which, let’s face it, is the honest face of a “lady” – someone who’s sole goal in life is to find a guy whom she can leech money and housing out of), with which men are promised something that isn’t neccesarily there, but which men flock to anyway, only to find themselves bored or entrapped, and for the marriage to fail disastrously for all involved.

The Sex-Positive Feminist Woman, having pussy control, having rejected the central message of patriarchy (women are less than human) does not need to hide, or lie, or dissemble to obtain power in her interpersonal relationships, she obtains power through nohting less than personhood, and becomes able to Love and be Loved in return because she isn’t stuck on this emotionally retarded and fear driven dom/sub dichotomy. She can simultaneously give into feeling love (which makes her vulnerable, which I think is why anti-sex feminists exist) and expressing it so that she can share it with others.
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