Pussy refurbisher Dr. Jason, in his office
About 976 assorted spinster-auntly duties have kept me from composing my usual incisive patriarchy-blaming essay today, but here are a couple of quick things that are currently chapping the Twisty hide.
1. I overheard on NPR when I accidentally turned on the radio again (I am having the damnedest time breaking my NPR habit, but it must be done!) that the candidates W is considering for the Supreme Court span the absolute gamut of human experience: â€œjudges, non-judges…Laura gave me some good advice yesterday, which was to consider women.â€ That’s because W Stands For Women!
2. A propos of yesterdayâ€™s female genital mutilation vs. plastic surgery thread, I bring you, courtesy of Knotted Knickers, the jaw-droppingly sadistic Designer Laser Vaginoplasty. I invite you to scrutinize the countenance of the gynecologist/pyschopath who performs these mutilations, and ask yourself, â€œis this the face of a man who should be anywhere near my pussy with a laser?â€
For one thing, the dude is a dude, and I donâ€™t care what anybody says; in a patriarchal society–which, let me refresh your memory, is a society more or less built on the fetishization of female genitalia–any dude who springs out of bed one fine morning to declare â€œI will be a gynecologist, by Jove!â€ is precisely the sort of person who should be confined in an asylum.
And heâ€™s not just a dude, heâ€™s a dickwad. Why? Well, he thinks nothing of hacking off chunks of the women who â€œbring us Playboy and say they want to look like this.â€ Or, because no whore can ever be too virginal, he can sew on a new fake hymen "as if nothing ever occurred." And of course, most vaginas need a good tightening! The fact that he advertises this crap as â€œgynecological proceduresâ€ rather than "elective surgery to conform to the patriarchal porn mandate" is just fucktarded.