i have a desk job,

therefore i have a tumblr

an open letter to those right-wingers that read this tumblr….

Dear Absolutely No One,

I was just reading this article and was prompted to waste more time on Tumblr by a very silly commenter as well as the fact that it’s nearly 5pm, anyway……

Mr. Shooter242 made the following insightful post.  Notice the inane rhetorical question at the end:

Actually the zero sum game problem is from the left. You know, the mythical income pie where if someone makes a lot it’s assumed it’s coming out of someone poor’s pocket? I hope you’re not one of those people.
As for the rich, it doesn’t matter where they think they are going as long as getting rich involves jobs. When was the last time a poor person hired you?

So, right-wingers…. if you were just nodding your bald white head vigorously upon reading the above, I have to ask you some questions. They are more “inspired by” rather than “directly linked to” Mr. Shooter242’s perceptive commentary.

1.  Do you really believe that equality of opportunity exists in the US? Or, hell, in Canada?  I don’t know if our Aboriginals up in Attawapiskat would really agree that they are provided/given/born with/blessed with the same opportunities as, let’s say, a white Anglo-Saxon male growing up in Etobicoke, ON, maybe with the initials S.H.  Just, for example.  Do you really, truly believe that we all start out on an equal playing field? 

2.  If your answer to the first question was an emphatic “Yes!”, than I caution you to not read any of the other posts on this Tumblr.  Try textswithhilary.tumblr.com or maybe fuckyeahfunnythings.tumblr.com.  It will give your brain a work-out but it won’t strain it too hard :)

3.  Do you think that anyone can ever make enough  money? 

4.  Do you think that when Jesus was all like, the meek will inherit the earth, blessed be the peacemakers, maybe I’ll feed a shitload of people with this fish, holy crap we just ran out of Shiraz, etc., that he really meant to say, even the amputees have to contribute because that’s what’s “fair”?

5.  If you were going to be reincarnated without any control over the sort of life you’re about to be born into [again…… hardy har], would you still stick with the idiotic answers I know you just yelled at the computer instead of typed in a response, or would you consider employing some empathy?

An Open Letter to My Potential Life-Partners….

Dear Potential Suitors,

This letter was spurred on by the latest Dear Prudence post. Fuck you, I fucking love reading advice columns. I also love commenting on them; it’s one of the only ways I can work out material for these shitty open letters. Getting raw and often rude feedback for your comments from anonymous jackasses can really toughen up your e-skin!

So, like, you wanna date me? Cool. You wanna be exclusive? Awesome. [I think…. my own undefined views regarding monogamy should be saved for an alternate post, I suppose…].

All right! We’re together. Nice to see you. Zou bisou bisou mon cheri.

So, you’ve just told me that you intend to visit a strip club this weekend with the boys for your buddy’s bachelor shindig. Firstly, and without a trace of sarcasm, thank you for letting me know. I’m sure you’d want to know if I intended to surround myself with rippling, taut muscles and lots and lots of peen, so I do really appreciate you being so open about this. It tells me that we’re in an honest, communicative arrangement. Kiss kiss.

You want to just hang around with the garcons, drink really expensive beer, avoid the buffet table like the plague, and enjoy the scenery?  That sounds like fun!

Cuz next weekend, me and a few of the girls were going to have a private party at a bar for Jennie’s bachelorette. I’m going to wear, well, nearly nothing. Yes, there will be men there and yes, some of them might talk to me and I’m sure they’ll be looking [ashtanga is the shit], but it’s not a big deal or whatever, cuz you’ve assured me that it’s no big deal for you to look at girls like me :) . You’re so progressive. I really value that in a life partner. Which panty set should I wear, baby? I know you like that pink one.

You want to hang around with the garcons, drink really expensive beer, avoid the buffet table like the plague, enjoy the scenery, and receive a private dance or lap dance? I hope she has a nice ass. I know you’re an ass man.

Just FYI, Jennie and I are really itching to rub our crotches over the jeans of the sexiest guy I can get my hands on while we’re at this party. I’ve always wanted to do that. I had just thought all this time that you wouldn’t be cool with it!  I’m so glad we were able to chat.  Hey, if your stripper has a bikini on and she was permitted [by the establishment and the laws of that jurisdiction…. baby] to make contact and literally rub her ass all over your crotch, I am going to have a whale of a time rubbing mine all over that sexy guy I told you about earlier.  I’m so glad you’re into that, too.  I give some great lapdances, don’t I?  [It’s all that Sexerobics I’ve been doing!]  I’m sure you can recall. You’ve said I was quite talented.

There goes the “open letter” format, anyway. Here’s where I rant:

My point is, gentlemen, that if you think I should be totally cool and “lighten up” about you going to a strip club with your boys, you should be totally cool with me being in that same situation in the position of the female.

After all, you’re the one telling me it’s no big deal! It’s all just fun and totally meaningless.

I’d like to have some meaningless fun, too.

Your next thought might be to remind me that, no, these situations are not at all parallel. What would be parallel, sugar lips, is you goin’ ta Chippendales to watch oiled-up gay men walk around in banana hammocks and come home just drunk enough to give me a blow job.

No, Sir, this is not quite the same as the night you’re going to have with your buds. These situations are not, at all, parallel.

If you’ve ever walked into a half-decent strip club for straight men, sometimes it’s difficult to wade through the testosterone just to find a seat.  Lust and hard-ons as far as the eye can see, I tell you.  Slow, sexy, erotic dances taking place in corners or private rooms. Maybe a few other things take place in those same corners…

If you’ve ever attended a strip club for straight chicks, you should know that it’s basically bedlam. Insanity. Men’s leopard-print thongs everywhere, women draped in window dressing and party favours, maybe with penises drawn on their cheeks in indelible marker, drunk as all fuck with their silliest girlfriends egging them on.  Hardly  erotic or at all pleasing.  I’m not going to get wet, I can tell you that much.  You know what might make me wet though?   Grinding against someone really attractive as I look in to their eyes and find satisfaction in that I’ll never have to deal with their idiosyncrasies and just get to try to get off a little in the corner of a dimly lit room.  Then I get to go home and cuddle my partner and maybe we’ll make breaky together tomorrow.   

Why can’t I be oggled if you can oggle? I admit that, when I walk into a boardroom and some lawyer is clearly removing my well-tailored trousers with his eyes, it makes me want to papercut his penis with the copy of his client’s statement of claim he submitted two weeks late. But, if I’m in the mood, and if the situation is right, goddamn! does it feel nice to get the eyes.

You want to give them? I want to get them.

Why can’t I give a lapdance if you can get one? I’m really, really good at it. You know I am.

See, gentlemen, women who are, like, such pruuuudes because they won’t “let” you engage in such activities would probably be wayyyy more cool with it if you were egalitarian about the whole thing!

Because it’s no big deal, right baby?

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EDIT::::

Perhaps attending a strip club is so, so very important to my partner that, despite my expressing discomfort at the idea of half-naked chicks rubbing themselves all over the father of my children [had I children…. or if I could make up my mind about wanting them…. $%#@!!], the love of my life still. cannot. fight. the urge. to GO! and that his life would be so, so very lacking if he didn’t attend…. and yet, is opposed to me partaking in the same harmless entertainment?

Well.

Red Herring: it’s what’s for dinner!

O Saletan, we thought we knew ye. 

My response to this article is forthcoming…….

today’s “fuck you”

goes out to the syphilis that is currently gnawing at rush limbaugh’s brain:  he is crazy enough without your tomfoolery.  really.  either speed it up, syph, or hit something that might make him make some sense, much akin to an awkwardly unilingual english-speaking stroke victim waking up to converse in fluent mandarin. 

that his penis was too small to allow rush to notice the double-standard is not shocking.  although, i can’t imagine that anyone but him and the bottle of tears he keeps by the bedside for lube has gone anywhere near his tiny pinprick, except maybe the goats he keeps in his closet. 

An Open Letter to Mr. James Poulos

Dear Mr. Poulos,

You are a fucking idiot.

Oops, that was probably just my estrogen acting up again and ruining all of my rational thoughts!  Pardon my initial ad-hominem attack.  I will instead attack your article on the basis of its content.  No; I will rape your article.  I will rape your article because it’s asking for it. 

See what I did there?  You probably didn’t, but that’s okay.  It will all be over soon.

While I insert my mental penis into the quivering, wet vagina where your brain is meant to be, I encourage you to try to lie back and enjoy the experience. Also to try kegels because I think this is the abyss to which Nietzsche had referred. 

Ready?  No?  Oh, well. 

Firstly, kudos for name-dropping Freud in your first sentence.  That gave me a chuckle.  I thank you for that. 

Today the significant battle is over what women are for.

Check out the big brains on James!!  Don’t you just have your finger on the pulse of the nation.  They should call you James “Zeitgeist” Poulos, they should. 

Oh, shit, sorry - ad-hominem, again. 

Have I misunderstood the battle for control over the means of reproduction this whole time?  Is this debate really about our purpose?  Well, colour me corrected.  Gals, gird your loins, we’re not in 2012 anymore.    

On birth control, the Catholic Church is portrayed as the extremist fringe of its own faithful.

Although I think I understand what you meant to say [that the Catholics aren’t as Catholic as we think they are], what you really said was, the Catholic Church is portrayed as not representing the majority of its adherents.  This is true, actually, because the last time I checked, priests that fuck little boys [and girls] are sheltered by the church, even though most Catholics, I would assert, aren’t pro-little-boy-fucking. 

On abortion, activists labor to extort Komen for the Cure.

Actually, the real issue there was about the breasts [and hypocrisy, a concept you should know all too well as a GOPer], not the vaginas.  Breasts, Sir, are not vaginas.  You are an example of why sex education is so desperately needed in your American public schools.  Also, do you have children?  If you did manage to locate a woman with whom to procreate, it would be a miracle because you’ve probably been doing the sex wrong this whole time.  Again, breasts =/= vaginas. 

If the conservative movement’s nominal unity is actually belied by a stunning range of right-wing views on the status and purpose of women (and believe me, it is), the left’s alleged philosophical uniformity on the woman question is a complete fabrication — despite the fanatical discipline and norm-enforcement of much of the liberal cultural establishment.

I’m going to attempt to re-state your argument, for clarity:  Lots of NeoCons have lots of different views on “the status and purpose” of women [sorry, I was under the impression that the suffragettes had taken care of the whole personhood thing] and so they don’t actually all agree on shit!  Even though “the left” seems to understand that women are people, they actually don’t all understand that women are people, even though women-as-people seems to be some artificial norm that “the left” has imposed upon itself. 

…..What?

I’m not going to delve into that sentence where you mention Potemkin and skirts, except to say that, no, it was not nearly as clever as you think it was. 

Anyone serious about thinking through the role of women in today’s civilization is doing worthless work unless they take the controversies on the right hand in hand with the unsuccessfully suppressed tensions on the opposite side of the spectrum, where disagreements far more volatile in their profundity roil respectable liberalism.

Whose civilization?  You’re not living in mine, by the sounds of this article.  Are you suggesting that, because NeoCons can’t make up their mind about women [or, I would suggest, have made up their mind to control the means of reproduction], we still have to listen to their bullshit?  What I actually understand you to say here is:  both sides don’t know what they’re talking about but we have to listen to them anyway because it’s up to political parties to determine the status of women. 

If you don’t know what’s wrong with that, I think you need to go back to trying to make babies by fucking your wife’s tits.  It would be a far better use of your time. 

By the way, you are a pedantic asshole. 

Lurking beneath this procedural non-judgmentalism was a stubbornly conspicuous judgmental end. Roe couldn’t be overturned, the plurality argued, because Americans might think the Supreme Court was bending to public pressure. The court’s solution was to bend to the public reality that millions of women had altered what it meant to be a woman — and what status that meaning conferred — by having or supporting abortions. On the bogus theory that all linear change is progress, the plurality embraced the immoderate view that a descent into barbarism is impossible.

Sir, you need to put the thesaurus down and pick up a mirror to verify that you are not, in fact, Christopher Hitchens.  Strings of big words do not a coherent thought make. 

Liberals, of course, generally and characteristically deny that abortion is barbaric.

This is brand-new information. 

So postmodern Cynthia Nixon, who used to be straight but now isn’t, tells The New York Times Sunday Magazine exactly what establishment liberals don’t want to hear when it comes to the sexual politics of women — “you don’t get to define my gayness for me.” As Laurie Essig understated it in The Chronicle of Higher Education: “Such talk is heresy among some people in the gay advocacy and the reaction was both immediate and predictable.” Nixon was swiftly accused by the left’s cultural policemen of “aiding and abetting bigots and bashers.”

What does this have to do with…. anything? 

Lip service is often paid to the impression that the point of empowering women is to empower them to do whatever they want, but much of the left stops well short of the more radical implications of that easy answer.

Which are, what, exactly?  Also, since when did the “easy answer” automatically qualify as being the incorrect answer?  Finally, I didn’t hear anyone ask a question except you.

The left’s culture of celebration…

A sentence most worthy of the lolz.

...is hamstrung by the very assertions of should and shouldn’t that contemporary women have inevitably come to make — as the ongoing debate over the advisability of marriage reveals.

If anyone would like to attempt to explain this sentence and how it fits in to anything at all, it would be very much appreciated.  You can email your responses to pedantic4lyfe@syonymsanonymous.com. 

To the growing discomfort of many, that framework hasn’t come anywhere close to answering even the most basic questions about what women are for

Dude, who the fuck is asking this question? 

It seems to me that the real question should be, what the fuck are men for, anyway?  It could be argued that women just need men for their spunk.  Maybe you should consider the implications of what I think of your own personhood, Sir, which is, not very much.  [Honestly, I think this is what makes misogynists so insecure… they are already aware that, had we the physical strength, we’d chain them all up and milk them like cows.  After all, they seem perfectly content to treat their own mothers, sisters, and wives in such a way].  P.S. Chicks don’t actually need your spunk, and your wife probably wants you to stop leaving a dime-sized bruise on her clavicle.  Keep it in your pants. 

— despite pretty much universal recognition across the political spectrum that a civilization of men, for men, and by men is no civilization at all, a monstrously barbaric, bloody, and brutal enterprise.

A MOMENT OF CLARITY IN AN OTHERWISE OCEAN OF ASSFUCKERY. 

A few inherently meaningful implications about what women are for flow naturally from this wise and enduring consensus, but no faction of conservatives or liberals has figured out how to fully grasp, translate, and reconcile them in the context of our political life.

Maybe these clueless individuals should ask women.  Or was this “answer” to your “question” not in the thesaurus? 

Ironically, one of the best places to look for a way out of the impasse is the strain of left feminism that insists an inherently unique female “voice” actually exists…

I would note how incredulous I am in reaction to your need to put “voice” in quotation marks, but you’re the guy who thinks breasts and vaginas are interchangeable, so mayhap I will refrain.  You’d probably say something REALLY stupid, like that maybe women should be consulted about women’s issues.  

And, for the grand finale:

Much good would come from a broader recognition that women have a privileged relationship with the natural world.

We do??  Well, shit!!  Maybe you should shut the fuck up and listen to us, as we apparently have a direct line to motherfucking NATURE via our birth canal.  This is also very, like, 1790s of you.  Quaint. 

That’s a relationship which must receive its social due — if masculinity in its inherent and imitative varieties

You didn’t get anyone to proofread this shit, did you?  “If masculinity in its inherent…varieties…” what now?  You know, dictionaries are very similar to thesauri, except that they provide definitions for words you don’t know, instead of giving you a million different ways to say nothing at all.  

…(including imitation by quasi-feminized males of quasi-masculinized females!) is not to conquer the world. 

If someone like you is taken at all seriously as a journalist, it’s already too fucking late.  

EDIT: 

If you have issues with my critique of this asshat’s article, they probably fall into one of two categories. 

The first would be that I spent too much time attacking Poulos personally and ignored the substantive issues addressed in his article.

To which I would retort:  What fucking substantive issues?  If you would kindly sum them up for me, we can talk like real grown-ups.

The second would be that I spent too much time attacking his writing style and not enough time on the substantive issues. 

To which I would direct you to re-take grade eight english, wherein it was taught that, if a layman [lololol laywoman…. get your snide remarks in now] doesn’t grasp your points, you probably fucked it right up.  Finally, I will refer you to the request above, wherein I ask, what fucking substantive issues? 

try having a uterus, empathy, or maybe some facts

I have three words for this gentleman:

suck

my

cock

4 months ago - 1

The only thing I have in common with Republicans

is that I can’t take Willard Romney seriously.

I’m also frightened of No0t, but something tells me that’s just me, women, blacks, Hispanics, gays, lesbians, bisexuals, transgendered and two-spirited peoples, progressives, environmentalists, and people with a modicum of common-sense.

on reptiles and infidelity

The sex life of politicians is irrelevant and should never be discussed, unless they brought it up first. So say we all, so say we all. 

Nah.  So says little me.  I’m, like, a little bit of a libertarian when it comes to the love-making.  I think politicians, you, your sister and Rick Perry should do whatever gets your rocks off, as long as the person you’re doing it to/with is capable of consenting and has given it, expressly.

That is, of course, unless you happen to be a politician running on a platform based on a certain sort of sexual morality.  Then we should talk about sex, specifically your sex, since you seem to have it all figured out for everyone.

If you’re the sort of bloke who might argue that Newt doesn’t like to discuss sex, marriage, or morality, then I’d like to sit down and have a drink with you.  I’ll buy the first round, too, but only because I would very much enjoy meeting the person who sells you drugs.  They must be some good drugs.

I will now summarize three of the main gripes NeoConGOP supporters have voiced against Mrs. Ex-Gingrich’s public interviews today, sourced from publications like the comments section of the HuffPo and Slate, etc [I’m a real professional].  I will then respond to all three gripes, because I have nothing else to do.  After that, though, I’m going to go finish the sandwich that I have neglected to eat because I have been inadvertently picturing Newt in flagrante delicto with a Chevy Volt.  It’s gross. 

1.  Democrats and especially their presidents have a long and sordid history of extra-marital affairs.  Pick on your own camp before you pick on ours.

2.  She’s an ex-wife out for revenge and shouldn’t be taken seriously.

3.  Is there a third argument?  There must be a third argument. 

My response:

1.  Sure, democratic presidents have been adulterers.  I won’t deny the facts.  [Who do I look like, Michelle Bachman?]  I can’t personally excuse or condone their behaviour, mostly because I don’t give a flying fuck as stated previously.  The difference between Anthony-my-wife-is-a-goddess-and-yet-I-insist-on-showing-you-my-dick-via-Twitter Weiner and Newt is that Weiner a) isn’t running for President, b) doesn’t advocate for the traditional conservative “family values” paradigm, at least not in public, and c) doesn’t act like he has a private line open with his personal sky god who thinks the gays are icky. 

Hell, if Newt is all about the institution of marriage, I would say that obtaining a divorce isn’t the way to demonstrate it.  Oh, and cheating while you’re married does, in fact, make you an adulterer, too.  Just like Clinton, whom you happened to publicly flog for getting his dick sucked in the 90s. 

2.  Yes, she is an ex-wife.  She may, in fact, be a really, really mean person.  She might even relish the chance to appear national television and tell the world what a cock her ex-husband was [seriously though, ladies, how much would you like to lounge across the news desk from Anderson Cooper, take a sip of chai from your 360 logo mug, and then gab about how your ex from uni couldn’t find your clit?  Or is that just me?]. 

Unfortunately for Newt, that doesn’t make her allegations any less true, just a little more difficult to take seriously but only if you voted for McCain in the last election.  I find this situation particularly humourous when one also considers what a fucking crook Newt is based on his record in politics.

Finally, can we just focus on the fact that, EVEN IF Mrs. Ex-Gingrich is really a publicity-loving monkey, Newt has admitted to having extra-marital affairs behind the backs of two of his three wives and did, in fact, divorce the first one for the second one while the first one was in the hospital receiving treatment for cancer.  I would rather a pair of incestuous gay twins with five wives each suffering from an annoying James Gandolfini-esque wheezing problem be elected to lead the most powerful nation on Earth.     

I look forward to Newt’s response to all of this.  Let’s hope it has more meat on it than the cadavers being thrown out by GOP trolls on the interweb, although I expect the opposite. 

i need to stop posting my politics on facebook

i am losing ‘friends’ and alienating people hourly.

it’s going to come back to bite me in the ass, isn’t it?

fuck!

michaelhayes:

This is the best Tim Tebow post BuzzFeed has ever done.

Did Jesus Intervene?

(via buzzfeed)