Blamer Monika informs me that this ‘male feminist’ Kyle Payne dude links to I Blame the Patriarchy on his male feminist anti-rape blog.
Eeww. I need a hot shower.
Who is Kyle Payne?
An Iowa blogger who claimed to use activism and education to promote “a more just and life-affirming culture of sexuality” for women, especially those women who have been victims of sexual violence, has pleaded guilty to photographing and filming a college student’s breasts without her consent. [cite: Iowa Independent]
While she was unconscious.
Oh those zany dude “feminists” and their heartfelt concern for women’s “culture of sexuality.” Culture of sexuality my ass. They’re blind, bloodless, oozy invertebrates who live in soggy logs. Girls in alcoholic comas make the little fellers sick with excitement. Unconscious receptacle? Plenty of time to whip out the video equipment before writing an anti-rape blog post.
Sexploitation — on a semi-related note — is also irresistible to Oprah. It will gross you out to learn that a current (August 2008) issue of Oprah Magazine fell into my possession this afternoon. On the cover it says “YOU are an EXCELLENT WOMAN! How to finally let that message seep into your bones”. I opened the magazine and read the following letter to the sex advice columnist:
My husband is an affectionate man but only interested in sex if I dress up in lingerie and heels. I was a confident woman, but this is taking a toll on my self-esteem. He says he can’t help it — he’s visually stimulated. Any advice? — Joy in Utah
Twisty’s advice to Joy in Utah: “Great Scott, you excellent woman. Dump the misogynist porn addict with all speed.”
Oprah’s sex advice columnist, a chump named Cindy Chupak, appears to believe that being an Excellent Woman means defining your sexual self exclusively in terms of your service to male fantasy. She tells Joy in Utah to suck it up. “The man wants his sexy wife in some sexy clothes. Is that too much to ask?” Chupak counsels poor pornified Joy in Utah to be “thrilled” that her exploiter only wants lingerie and heels. Having to wear the minor sexbot drag he requires is apparently way less “offensive” than dating a “plushophile” or someone who is “sexually aroused by insects crawling on parts of the body.” Joy in Utah, concludes old Cindy (after titillating her readers with a few more examples of dudely kinkiness from Wikipedia’s perv list), should “work with [the pornulating asshole’s] limitations and celebrate her power to turn him on.”
When porn apologists “celebrate” women’s “power,” it’s like saying “war is love” or “Cool Whip is real.” The power to get men off. Yo, quaver before its terrible compulsory awesomeness.
Jesus Huckleberry Christ.