slut-shaming
Our token feminist Aunt B., on my ribbing of KAG’s prudishness regarding Gentlemen’s Top Cuts:
But we know, we know as feminists, that what makes a “real man” and what makes a “loser” are fucked up expectations of men and the pressures that men feel to be “real men” and to avoid being losers are toxic, not only to them, but to us.
And so, even if we don’t like what a man is doing, we can’t fall back into trying to make them ashamed of being seen as a loser. That’s just not right and only reinforces the notion that being a loser is the worst thing a man can be.
Meanwhile, KAG is discussing it again and, like me, is a bit freaked out over the whole twig and berry wax thing. But, hey, I guess women have their nether regions waxed too.
April 4th, 2008 at 10:28 am
Dude it itches so bad like for a week after you get it done.
April 4th, 2008 at 11:15 am
But we know, we know as feminists, that what makes a “real man” and what makes a “loser” are fucked up expectations of men and the pressures that men feel to be “real men” and to avoid being losers are toxic, not only to them, but to us.
Ok, this time I’m on topic:
On last year’s July 4 barbecue, I wore heart-shaped pink earrings. I know that I am a man and what I do is what a man does. My wife must think the same because she has stayed with me 17 years so far.
Screw conformity. Or if you don’t want to, pay somebody to screw it.
April 4th, 2008 at 1:05 pm
“the whole twig and berry wax thing”
Oh hell no! I like a little attention down there from my wife as much as the next guy. But that seems a bit excessive.
April 4th, 2008 at 1:11 pm
yeah, the twig and berry wax would take some balls.
Bwahaha.
April 4th, 2008 at 5:56 pm
This is what bugs me about the whole “real men don’t eat quiche” line of thought.
Real men don’t give a shit because they don’t have to prove they’re men. This is why Hugo Weaving could play a drag queen decked out to the faaaaaah-bulous nines and still get away with being genuinely menacing as Agent Smith.
April 5th, 2008 at 3:28 am
I never came up short in the man department (pun intended) when it counted. The rest of the time I don’t give a fuck what anybody else thinks as long as they mind their own. I’ll mind mine.
I can’t believe I wrote such macho shit while listening to Doris Day