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Jessica linked an article from Robert Jensen about masculinity. The jist: in mixed company, people of both genders describe what it means to be a man with words like “strong, responsible, and loving.” When it’s just the boys, though, the definition of masculinity changes:
To be a man is to be a player, a guy [...]

They’re coming for your ass. And they brought a red.

As we draw nearer to the general election, I expect we’ll see more of our media members and family members come *back* around to defending our occupation of Iraq. Why? Because they’ll seek to rationalize their irrational support of John McCain, the national [...]

Sabotabby at The AntiSocial Socialist has one of the more active livejournal sites I’ve seen. Unfortunately, her traffic includes more than just the friendly feminist types. She also suffers the company of a classic soft troll, one of those “I’m on your side but everything you do and say is wrong” types who [...]

I want to know where I can get a chip for my shoulder as big as this guy’s.
I suppose if I were a six-foot, six-inch tall man with a hateful grin plastered on my face, I might suffer fewer daily reminders of how other people see me. Being a good deal shorter, and having genitals [...]

When all other logic fails, most conservatives fall back on one last trope to defend US aggression in the Middle East: we’ve got to protect Israel from all the big, bad Islamofascists. Opposition to the war in Iraq has been equated with anti-Semitism by the Right, and no small number of liberals have had [...]

Concerned Women for America reminds us that there’s less than 10 days before the worlds largest anti-abortion demonstration- plenty of time to get your ass to DC! This year’s theme: “Oh, won’t somebody please think of the stem cells!”
“Thou Shalt Protect the Equal Right to Life of Each Innocent Human in Existence at [...]

How else to explain this travesty documented at Sheelzebub’s?

Bahl, who was on the way to the hospital to visit his girlfriend, was sprayed with a “chemical irritant,” beaten, and kicked. The cops say the 54-year-old man assaulted them. Bahl isn’t commenting on that on the advice of his attorney.
What’s worse, once he [...]

My boyfriend is the overnight cashier at a Infinite-sided Polyhedra rot13(X) in a crappy little town next to our own crappy little town. He’s the only employee and the place is open all night, so he’s parked behind the cash register all night, and he certainly can’t leave it when another person is in the [...]

Hold up, Hold, the fuck, up lindsay, What the fuck are you talking about?

I am of course referring to this ghastly burkatuter grade evil creature of a paragraph:
Amanda’s insight undercuts ethnocentrism. It’s harder to think of your culture as the measure of all others when you realize that humanity’s most serious problems repeat themselves everywhere [...]

I was going to put something like this in the big ass Hijab post I’ve been working, but it’s started bloating something horrible so I’ll just spell it out now in a seperate post because it’s a serious point that some people aren’t getting and I think I just figured out why.

This is possibly one of the most irritating ideas I’ve seen in all the internets:
“…how does your primacy of feminism play out with other POC…and in the blogosphere, away from sites like this?” maggiethewolf
It doesn’t. I don’t even go there. It’s a waste of my time to concern myself with racism since sexism precedes it. [...]

One of the many many things lost within the whole sportset hoo-haa and the subsequent metacommentary on arguements themselves, is that the advert for the sportset is yet another piece of definative proof for the existence of the “blaming lobe”, as all peice of propaganda for the patriarchy are.
Now the importance of the blaming lobe [...]




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