Great Scott, remember this roiling psychopath? He should be on trial for war crimes, but he’s still at it, hacking off pieces of women who think men will love them more if their cunts look like rubber roses. Only now he’s framing his mutilation service in terms of "sexual equality." And why shouldn’t he be? Thanks to the patriarchy, there’s no shortage of women with piles of cash who believe men will love them if only they could look a little more like the hot-waxed teenaged centerfolds their men smeg all over in grimy little magazines.
Quoth Jessica from Feministing (whence cameth this link): "Cause when I think equal rights, I think designer vagina."
Don’t we all!
I’d like to exercise similar equal rights by first inventing a paradigm that makes it a super-hot fashion statement to sew jerkfuck plastic surgeons’ dicks to their legs, and then going ahead and sewing Dr. Jason’s dick to his leg.
In other news, I have been honored by a link in this week’s Carnival of Feminists. Yay Carnival of Feminists, which if you haven’t heard of it, is this. This week’s instalment–and it’s a doozy– is hosted by Sour Duck.