Holy crap, it’s been so long since I posted that I actually forgot my blog admin password. And then I realized I forgot the password to the thing where I store my passwords. Spent over half an hour straightening that all out. By then I was so exhausted I had to sit around with a trippple essspressso reading the internet on an iPad. Whereupon I learned one or two things.
For example, I found out that modern brides-to-be are now expected to pose for porn photo shoots as wedding gifts for their porndog husbands. This conveys to the groom, in graphic terms that even he can understand, a sense of his woman’s commitment to pornulational hegemony, to male supremacist mores, and to such compliant self-abasement as befits a newly endrudgened member of the sex class. It used to be enough that she put up with having cake smashed in her face at the reception, but now she’s gotta spread it for some perv “boudoir” photographer? Seriously, can wedding culture get any more gross?
But enough about me. What about this flippin all-girl Chicktown in Saudi Arabia? That’s right, Saudi dudes are building an entire woman-only city so they can put their underutilized females to work in a separate-but-unequal environment while continuing to comply with antediluvian laws governing women’s oppression. Now that is some super-sexist shit, there. Like, the sexistest shit ever. You might be tempted to think, “yay, you go girls, it’s a separatist’s dream come true,” but you know these women arent going to enjoy any real autonomy. When has apartheid ever produced anything but misery and oppression and rancor?
I’d go off on this for about another 17 paragraphs, but I’ve got niece duty in Austin. The kid is having some kind of hula girl party. Le sigh, as they say in these chick blogs.