I’ve always yearned to be “ilk!”
Of course, I may be flattering myself. When the Lady Lydia referred to persons of “Kyso’s ilk,” she may not have been referring to me because she didn’t specify what Kysoean attributes a person must have to be considered one of “Kyso’s ilk.”
(I’m sorry for the incessant quotation marks, but since the Lyds used ‘em, I feel I must faithfully reproduce them. It would be wrong to assume that she simply isn’t aware of the proper usage of quotation marks. Wrong, I tell you.)
Who is this “Lady Lydia” broad, you may ask? (Well, you might already know. That was what I was wondering when I was nipping merrily through the site today and noticed somebody was leaving comments on a post that was two years old. I mean, it takes some dedication to read through two years of blog archives!)
Well, as it turns out, the simpler explanation is usually the correct one…nope, the Lyds didn’t actually just happen across the awesomeness that is PunkAssBlog and was so enchanted by the content therein that she spent the past week reading post after post in reverse chronological order til she accidentally encountered one that was actually about her. No, she was LOOKING for it! (Excuse me, them. There are two of them.) But still, two years later..? I smelled a Mystery! Happily, she very thoughtfully embedded her url in her username, so my investigation got off to a swimming start.
As it turns out, the Lyds is deeply into women doing nothing but homemaking. She tacitly admits that homemaking with all the modern conveniences out there is a grotesque bore, so she is also deeply into all the crap women used to have to do by hand, from scratch, in order to homemake. I can sorta understand this as a consuming hobby. It doesn’t move me personally, but then, neither does skydiving and I know at least two people who are totally into that. Diff’rent strokes for diff’rent folks. The only really bizarre aspect of her hobbyist obsession is that she appears to believe that all women should also devote themselves to her particular hobby, full-time, at the expense of a paying job. (And as a corollary, I guess she thinks men should be really excited to get to work full-time to completely financially support not only any woman who wants to entirely devote herself to this hobby, but all the hobby materials as well, plus a house with land suitable for planting to go with it.)
I’ve known lots of people with hobbies, some of ‘em dead crazy about ‘em. But I haven’t ever met anyone who thought that they should get to quit their job and somebody else should support them so they could pursue it full-time–and then wanted the entire world to follow suit. That’s just…wow. Words escape me.
I flicked through the sidebar as the Lyds recommended (some gorgeous examples of who she admires sufficiently to link to will be provided at the end of this post) and then scanned down her main page. And woot! I FOUND it! the answer to the Mystery of What She Was Doing Commenting On a Two-Year-Old Post by Kyso: an article entitled Silly Women, which she opens by saying that someone alerted her to a blog where she’s the main topic.
(Two two-year-old posts about her means she’s our blog’s main topic?)
Anyway, she spends the entire article attempting to simultaneously appear to turn the other cheek in a humble and ladylike fashion as laid out in the Bible when someone in particular has infuriated her, while squeezing out insults aimed at pointedly nameless silly women so that she doesn’t actually have to eat her own bile in silence in a humble and ladylike fashion as laid out in the Bible. This is otherwise known as passive aggression, and is a tactic not infrequently resorted to by women who find (or put) themselves in the Lyd’s domestic situation. Sad but true.
Now that we’ve pretty much explored her one dimension, let’s briefly turn to some quotes from the collection of links on her page that she labels ESPECIALLY FOR FEMINISTS for some fun quotes that support her oft-stated and obviously very important-to-her goal of KEEPING BLOGS LOVELY!
Might I remind you ladies, that it was the WASP’s and other races of Christian men, that treated you better than any civilization has treated you on the planet. First, they allowed you to sit at the table and eat with the men.
Perhaps you ask, “Don’t I have any rights as a wife? Am I just to be a plain old slave all my days?” Listen carefully now….You don’t have any rights, no rights at all.
“Slovenly” “Drab” Unkempt” “Slatternly” “Blowzy” –many adjectives come to mind to describe most women who wear jeans.
Oh, the tranquil beauty of these sites soothes my troubled soul!
No, I’m not making this up.
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