Monthly Archive for December, 2006

Twistolution, Part 36

Well, it has certainly been a revolting couple of days here at Twisty HQ. The righteous indignation emanating from every cranny, including the cranny I at this moment inhabit, is making my boob scars itch.

One thing is clear: I can’t stop people from having stupid ideas.

I can’t even stop myself from having’em. And here are a few on the subject of feminist revolution, the promotion of which, by the way, despite the occasional foray into sport corsets and the hypocrisy of Oprah Winfrey which are the result of my fun but ultimately obfuscatory fascination with the existing false patriarchal “reality,” is ultimately the goal of this blog. A brief explication of a relevant facet of my current working theory of feminist revolution may help clarify why I believe that both those who advocate an exclusionary woman-born-woman view, and the transactivists calling bullshit on what is by any definition bigotry (as well as every other living human being), are all targets of the same deeply entrenched, deeply corrupt paradigm.

In summary:

Patriarchy derives its precious bodily fluids from enforced binary sex roles. The ultimate result of this binarism is an oppressive heteronormative matrix. Within this matrix, binary gender, which functions, with its attendant phallogocentric mythology, as the rationalization for a system of domination and submission, is artificially fixed.

For example, woman, as a concept, relies for its meaning not on invisible chromosomes doled out at conception by Mother Nature, but on a cultural understanding of preexisting conditions of heteronormativity, patriarchy, romantic feelings about aching ovaries, pseudoscientific notions focusing to the exclusion of all else on genitalia, etc. The context of patriarchy is necessary to define woman.

The thing is — and I believe this is the reason feminism is dead in the water — not all humans who identify or are identified as women, regardless of chromosomes or extant genitalia and despite the ubiquity of misogyny in all its colorful guises, share a common, unified experience. For example, the dominant culture identifies me as a woman because I am clearly not a “man.” However, I currently experience this “womanhood” from the decidedly non-universal perspective of a privileged, educated, middle-aged, mostly celibate, skinny, honky American dyke with no sex organs, no estrogen, no nuclear family, a limp, and a faint mustache. A thousand other apt descriptors (I’m funny, I don’t “bleed”, I don’t do housework, I’m not “good with kids”) differentiate me from the universal “woman.” What am I really? Just a mutilated woman? A spinster aunt? Why not a trans man?

Why, indeed, must I be any “thing” at all?

In a post-revolutionary society, the core development that, above all else, must obtain is the dissolution of these oppressive binary sex roles. This must extend to the dissolution of biology as a determining factor of identity.

Without the patriarchal binary sex role paradigm to enforce my status, I would be just what I am. Not woman. Not man. Not “something in between.” I would be merely a realized consciousness delimited by organic matter. So would you.

This is what I mean when I say that gender can not survive the revolution.

Twisty Goes to Camp: A Very Special Episode

Note: This is a post about a post about a lot of posts about another post. If recursive blogular navel-gazing chokes you with ennui, you might consider reading something more riveting, like the reference manual to Microsoft Excel.

This morning, as the rosy fingers of dawn chucked the Austin sky under its easy-goin’ chin, an email from a long-time reader dazzled me with the intelligence that I, Twisty Faster, am being “damned on no less than a dozen blogs.” The reader congratulated me on the accomplishment. Of course the only thing worse than being damned on no less than a dozen blogs is being damned on no less than eleven blogs. Still, damning is damning, and as I had a spare 30 minutes in today’s hectic schedule of bungee jumping, crack smoking, and mud wrestling, I decided to look into the matter.

My method was flawlessly scientific. I consulted SiteMeter for a list of web pages from which I Blame The Patriarchy was recently accessed. From this I determined that most of the no-less-than-a-dozen blogs are a single post at Feministe (interestingly, the next-highest share of referrals belonged to a blog called Comics Worth Reading, which for some reason does not damn me much at all; somewhat further down the food chain I found a forum of bottomfeeding teenage boys who just can’t get over the S.C.U.M. Manifesto, gushing with relish “what is the summery to this shit? Gawd women talk to much”).

The inspiration for the damning Feministe thread turned out to be a mammoth (250+ comments) thread here at I Blame The Patriarchy. The thread was one that had been hijacked, as innocent young threads so often are, from a conversation on lipstick-as-a-human-rights-violation to, of all things, a referendum on transgenderism. My multi-blogular damnation has been occasioned by the “hate speech” that flowed unchecked amongst the commentariat on that thread. My damners fall, as far as I can tell, into three camps. I will now list the camps, and follow with remarks personalized for each.

Camp 1 contains the damners who believe me to be an inefficient blog moderator, and that it is, in fact, irresponsible to be an inefficient blog moderator.

Camp 2 contains those who believe that I do not take sufficient interest in transgender politics and am therefore “transphobic”.

Camp 3 (my favorite camp) contains those who believe I am a mesmerizing cult leader.

To Camp 1 campers: It is true that my moderating skillz are not mad. On those occasions when the pressing duties of spinster auntdom prevent me from poring over any given discussion in detail, it is my policy to more or less rely on the commentariat to keep a civil tongue in its head, or at the very least refrain from total jerkbag asswipery. Usually, because my readers are not, as a rule, idiots, this policy is sufficiently efficacious; whether it is irresponsible I cannot say, but if it is, then irresponsible I must be, for the sad truth is that there will always be times when I can’t lavish the blog with the tender affection and gentle caresses it so richly deserves.

Fortunately, in this case Shannon had the graciousness to intervene with a timely (she called it “angry”) email.

To those Camp 1 campers who desire the satisfaction of open retribution or revenge banning or what have you, I’m afraid I will be unable to oblige you; though nothing says “Happy New Year!” like a good, unfettered public humiliation, I find I am not sufficiently constituted to slog through that whole stupid thread merely to make a show of dominating a few morons. The offending parties know who they are, and in future will either put a sock in it or risk disemvowelation.

To Camp 2 campers: While transgender politics is not my area of expertise, I’m certainly not going to stand in the way of anyone who feels like transgendering. To suggest that I am “transphobic,” or that I support discrimination against, vilification of, or inconvenient restroom conditions for transpersons — while perhaps understandable given the circumstance of the recent unpleasantness — is to grossly mischaracterize my views.

To Camp 3 campers: I’ll be dispensing Kool-Aid tomorrow afternoon at Flipnotics, right after lunch. Bring cashier’s checks and all your worldly possessions.

UPDATE: Just after posting this essay, I discovered quite a breathtaking little “fuck-you Twisty non-sense” post at brownfemipower, too. Over 300 comments! So much damning, and so little time!

Ball State basketball team addicted to dudes

The intercollegiate basketball team in question has been using dude practice players for 8 years, attributes their team success to the dude practice players, and despite an upbraiding from the NCAA Committee on Women’s Athletics that using dude practice players “violates the spirit of gender equity and Title IX [and] results in diminished participation opportunities for female student-athletes,” they plan on keeping their dude practice players.

And uh-oh, when asked whether she thinks using dude practice players sends a message to potential women practice players that they suck and that their suckage is vagina-based, team member/dumb jock Julie DeMuth said no way, not at all, she just “likes” playing with dudes because “they’re more athletic and stronger.”

“Sad sad England”: blokes to be held accountable for raping drunk, disgusting women

Well, here’s something. A new law up for consideration in the UK would deem a drunk woman incapable of giving consent for sex. You see where this is going? You grasp the cunning plot?

Predictably, there is mucho pained outcry from British subjects who are loath to see an important source of pussy evaporate. Witness the comments on the Daily Mail story, where men voice their concern by way of the venerable false accusation scenario:

“What if the woman, the next morning and thinking better of it, decides that she has made a silly mistake, and to salve her conscience reports the sex act. As a fib, she adds that she was drunk. Who’s word would be believed? We have seen enough cases of lying evil women shouting rape in the last 12 months, I think that this new law will make it far too easy for a malicious self-serving woman to destroy some innocent mans life; possibly even open up a new avenue for blackmail.”

Not to mention the irrational fear that such a law is sure to result in “a lot of rape cases being brought to court” which preposterous contingency “can only lead to injustice.” Imagine, clogging up the courts with a lot of stupid rape cases.

Self-policing women, who know after a lifetime as sex objects that male arousal is always a woman’s responsibility, admonish “Women must start showing more respect for themselves by not becoming so drunk and disgusting that they are putting themselves at serious risk.” And my personal favorite, Mrs C of Surrey: “When, oh WHEN will women be MADE to start taking responsibility for their own actions?” Because right now they’re just runnin’ wild o’er the countryside, rapin’ n’ pillagin’ n’ slappin’ the missus around.

As is always the case in these internet “discussions”, a lone woman tries to make the case for the notion that maybe men ought not to go around raping people, and is summarily shouted down.

“Jeez what ever happened to equality” muses Frank of Hertfordshire, sadly letting go of a date-rape dream.

Twisty’s Grody Media Korner

A glance through narrowed eyes at some recent headlines reveals that a class of subjects identified as “women” are widely reviled in the online media as messed-up, insatiable, dead, guilty, and of course, pregnant.

“Women are greater love cheats than men!” [DailyIndia.com]
The joyous fact of women’s’ natural slutty duplicity is distilled by this news outlet from a gazillion factoids collected by an enormous condom manufacturer survey. The survey also reveals to a breathless public that Coventry is the vibrator capitol of the UK and that the honky movie actor currently starring as James Bond is the “sexiest man alive.” Newindpress delights that 34% of women supposedly fantasize about “lesbian sex.”

“AN INFECTION THAT TURNS WOMEN INTO SEX KITTENS!” [sawf.org]
Humans infected with a certain parasite suffer brain damage resulting in personality changes. Male sufferers are merely “jealous and morose” but afllicted women “ooze sex” and become “more promiscuous” and “more attractive to men!” Hooray!

“More women drivers guilty of drink-driving” [BBC via Kwik-FitInsurance.com]
The statistic quoted in this article to substantiate the use of the adjective “more” to describe drunk-drivin women is this: of 109 drunk drivers caught, 99 were men. In other words, 90% of drunk drivers are men, which makes this headline a total lie. Which does not prevent Kwik-Fit from indulging in a patronizing finger-wag, reminding ditzy, infantile chick drivers that “women motorists who drink and drive may not only be endangering their women’s [!] car insurance, but also their livelihoods, as some will require a driving license as part of their employment.” Thanks for the news flash, Officer Friendly.

“Do Sudden-Death Genes Strike Women Most?” [CBSNews.com]
“Women are more likely than men to carry — and to pass on — mutant genes that cause long-QT syndrome, a defect in the heart’s electrical system linked to sudden death.” [my italics]. Where women and aberration are involved, allusions to dire mutuant reproductive ramifications are never far away.

“Women should not be punished for adultery” [IndiaTimes.com]
In India the debate rages on amongst official vagina monitors: should women who have “extra-marital affairs” be punished as criminals, or is adultery merely a civil “wrong”? There is no option, apparently, for women to just do it like fucking human beings without some sort of invasive juridical oversight.

“Military death count for women reaches 70″ [UPI]
“Some have argued that the women who have died are no different than the men,” said a report from the Center for Military Readiness, The Washington Times reported. “But deliberate exposure of women to combat violence in war is tantamount to acceptance of violence against women in general.” Bwaaaah! on so many levels.

“Pregnant women hope to delay births for German govt aid” [Reuters]
In order to cash in on a sa-weet government bucks-for-babies incentive that doesn’t kick in until January 1, the pressure is on to stay pregnant until the cut-off date. Women who manage to hold it in long enough present the fatherland with a 2007-vintage bundle of joy — the program is one of those desperate actions taken by governments when they’re afeared of population shrinkage, in which women are — what else is new — essentially paid to incubate new Germans — will reap 25,000 euros and the thanks/disdain of a grateful nation.

Pang

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This post has been (vastly) modified from the original to reflect reader concerns that its previous content — including an external link to a blog post concerning a specific arranged marriage — may have actually endangered the life of its subject. I have also purged related comments. This may or may not be a hamfisted overreaction, but my personal intimacy with such matters is limited; the policy at Twisty HQ is better safe than sorry.

So, instead of my vacuous Texan honky musings on marriage in general, here’s a link, gleaned from a comment by Galloise Blonde, to IKWRO, the Iranian and Kurdish Women’s Rights Organisation, a website advocating for UK victims of forced marriage, honor killing, and other sex-class-based violence.

Women are aliens, part 74

Hey girls. Wanna make a buck in a man’s world without having to rub your tits in anyone’s face? How about this: charge men a fee — say $795 a month — for explaining to them the mysterious, bizarre ways of women, so that these men may then make a buck off the women, thus completing the cycle of capitalist patriarchal control.

Take the manly, sweaty, short-sleeved world of auto sales.

It seems that ‘traditional’ methods of salesmanship, such as asking the female customer to bend over and wait for it, are no longer working quite as well as they used to. Confounded salesdudes may now turn to AskPatty.com.

AskPatty.com isn’t just a handy website of “automotive advice for women.” Here men , too, may take advantage of the perpetually shocking information that women actually buy cars by learning from an actual fake woman (‘Patty’ appears not to exist, at least in human form) how to communicate with the alien sub-species. AskPatty.com sells car dealers a book called How to Get Rich Selling Cars and Trucks to Women, a training course, and an exam. Dealers who pass the exam get ‘certified’ as ‘female-friendly’.

Where are all these alleged autodudes who pay AskPatty.com $795 a month for certification proving that they are conversant in women-as-a-second-language? I don’t know. A search produced the disheartening result that there are no certified female-friendly auto dealers — not even, alas, Aston Martin, Lotus, or Porsche — within 100 miles of the Twisty Bungalow, or I would certainly have gone out and bought a car just so I could report back on the experience.

Naturally the president of AskPatty.com, Jody DeVere, is quick to aver, lest her bid to be taken seriously in the World of Dudes die the usual lonely death of stifled female opinion, that she is not “a screaming feminist waving [her] finger at auto dealers.”

God forbid the readers of the Clarion-Ledger should think DeVere is one of the Humorless Hairyleg Army. Comfortingly, AskPatty.com was founded by and is currently CEOed by a dude.

Whereas if you’re female, you just kind of expect it sooner or later

“When someone goes through it, the effects can be devastating, especially if you’re male.”

– Lynn Parrish, spokeswoman for the Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network, on the “understandable” greater sensitivity manifested by male rape victims [source].

Koufax yourself

The Koufax Awards are this year endangered by a shortage of funds. It seems a couple of the Wampum hard drives have given up the ghost. Astonishingly, given the magnitude of hilarity the awards generate among so many blogarians, the Wampums’ appeals for reader support have thus far come to naught.

The suggested course of action is as follows: go to the Koufax Awards Amazon tip jar and contribute a couple of bucks.

Solanasmas

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About the only tradition we observe here at International Blaming Headquarters is the annual Reading of the S.C.U.M. Manifesto.

Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore and no aspect of society being at all relevant to women, there remains to civic-minded, responsible, thrill-seeking females only to overthrow the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the male sex.

Read on, young onions.