Comments on: Hugs, Twisty: jubjub birds et al

By: Jezebella

Jezebella — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 02:55:14 +0000

Heh, that makes me think of Penny Pingleton’s mom in (the original) Hairspray ducking and weaving down the block, clutching her purse, to rescue her daughter from the dance party at Motormouth Maybelle’s record store on the “wrong” side of town.

By: minervaK

minervaK — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 07:15:41 +0000

I always feel vaguely slimed when I get one of these emails (which, incidentally, has never been from a man). I always picture the woman on the other end as Scarlett O’Hara running through the cotton fields screaming, “THE NEGROES ARE COMING, THE NEGROES ARE COMING!!!” I think the slime factor is that sly wink of ‘you’re just like me’ coming from another woman, a confirmation that it’s ‘us’ against ‘them’ and that if I play this game with this woman, I become part of the Big Vagina in the sky or something. It emphasizes that sense of unease that keeps men in the role of predator and women in the role of victim, but assuming a sort of ‘victim sisterhood.’ I haven’t said that very well but maybe someone gets what I mean…

By: oldfeminist

oldfeminist — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 06:16:00 +0000

I am late to the party, but…

I think this might have come out of the Teevee show “Sons of Anarchy.”

Gemma, the queen/matriarch/wife of the boss of the motorcycle club that is featured in this show, is driving down the road. A young woman approaches her at a stoplight, claiming her baby stopped breathing.

Gemma is suspicious, because her gang is in a war with a rival gang, but she relents and goes to look. As she leans forward, she sees the baby is a baby doll. The young woman then whacks her over the head, knocking her unconscious.

The matriarch regains consciousness in an abandoned warehouse, where she is raped and beaten by rival gang members.

By: Jezebella

Jezebella — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 18:44:34 +0000

The skits are probably the best part of Gang Bang Jubilee. A close second? Making friendship bracelets in gang colors.

By: speedbudget

speedbudget — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 12:48:52 +0000

Perhaps they have craft classes before their lying-in-wait begins. I remember at girl scouting get-togethers, we used to have all kinds of crafts classes. Perhaps the gangs make papier mache babies during their Gang Bang Jubilee and then put those babies to use as a bonding activity and also as part of the Gang Bang Ball contest, wherein the team of gang members with the most victims gets the prize of the toaster oven and lifetime supply of Lean Pockets.

By: Squiggy

Squiggy — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 04:56:18 +0000

I thought there were no babies or bloodied dolls, just live, bloody figments of the P’s imagination.

By: Comrade PhysioProf

Comrade PhysioProf — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 22:27:54 +0000

They flash their headlights at the babies, and if the babies flash back, then they get stolen.

By: Jezebella

Jezebella — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 21:34:35 +0000

Hm, I was under the impression that there weren’t *actual* babies in those carriers, but rather bloodied dolls. Are we meant to believe they first steal babies for this exercise in gang-bonding??

By: mearl

mearl — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 16:59:40 +0000

I’d be interested to know where everyone on the forwarding wagon thinks the gangs get their supply of useful bait-babies. That goes for either the Cornfield Dwelling gangs or the pickpockets in Italy.

By: yttik

yttik — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 23:18:45 +0000

Yes, in all those crime show dramas women have finally achieved equal opportunity as serial killers, pedophiles, rapists, and domestic abusers. Never mind that women so rarely rape and murder a string of young girls as to make it statistically invisible. In the rare event a man did actually abuse the children or murder the women, it’s entirely the fault of his enabling wife and his controlling mother.