Category Archive: Dear god what about the men?

Men think the feminists will benefit from their unique dudely perspective. But trust me, if there’s anything any woman knows better than the back of her hand, it’s the dudely perspective. So just put a sock in it, bra.

Mar 19 2009

White Chick Tool of the Patriarchy of the Week

Photo from Parker's Wa-Po bio.

Pretty much every essay on this here patriarchy-blaming blog showcases the flaming asininity of one tool of the patriarchy or another. Rapists, pornographers, politicians, and rapist-pornographer-politicians, mostly. But today Washington Post columnist Kathleen Parker has managed exceedingly to put a prickle in the Twisty bike shorts. Kathleen Parker is Tool o’ th’ Week. Parker has …

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Feb 28 2009

“Sex therapist” to women: Just close your eyes and think of England

The blamer will kindly excuse me for today’s lack of megatwistanalysis, but there’s a minor crisis down at the Spinster HQ Ornithology Department. A certain sidekick — I’m not naming names, but it starts with an S and ends with a “ray” — left the back door open last night and this morning I’ve got …

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Feb 15 2009

Spinster aunt eradicates male viewpoint

As the result of a snippet of commentary found on yesterday’s post, there will be a slight adjustment to the comments policy. The snippet was this: “…dewds insist on encroaching on a blog where they are specifically asked not to comment.” The truth is, men have merely been asked not be fucking pedantic assholes, but …

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Feb 09 2009

Use it or lose it: humanity vs porn

It was bound to happen. The discussion on the new sexuality post has begun to take a dudely turn; a couple of male commenters started talking about porn-poisoning. For the purposes of blogular discourse, I’ll define porn-poisoning as the universally internalized message that porn = sex = women (or sex = rape = love, or …

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Aug 26 2008

A day in the life of a patriarchy blamer

I can’t go 10 minutes without observing with a curled lip another of patriarchy’s grasping tentacles squeezing the life out of women’s liberation, but here are a few lowlights from my previous 24 hours: – OK, TV blaming I can do with my obstreperal lobe tied behind my back, but this one sort of stuck …

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Aug 10 2008

As long as we’re talking about dudes and kids

This study, according to eFluxMedia, says “men really adore children.” This bizarre conclusion is apparently derived from data suggesting that more men than women adopt children. The study found that about twice as many men, in fact, adopt kids. From which information the article’s author concludes that the notion of responsibility-shirking men is a “myth,” …

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Jul 29 2008

Blamers, coddle the dudes so I don’t have to

If you’re contemplating sending me an email about how my Dear god what about the men?! page is full of nothing but broken links, contemplate no more. Relieve your worried mind. Rest easy. I have been fully apprised. If you are new to this blog: the “Dear god what about the men?!” page contains (now …

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Jul 11 2008

Canada anoints dude

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Unrelated bucolic photo of the day: my boyfriend Stanley on horse-shoeing day. He doesn’t grow any heel on his left fore. It’s so problematic! Great Scott! Canada has handed out a big gold loving cup to a dude abortion rights activist! That’s right. Dr Henry Morgentaler, pioneer abortion provider, gallops home with an Order of …

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Jul 03 2008

I fucking hate men and I blame them for everything

Ha, here’s a guy who thinks that blaming means “blaming.” Ordinarily I wouldn’t mess with fish in a barrel, but I’m sorely pressed for time. I don’t understand a word of this, do you? Do your worst, girls. I swear, I’ll be back soon. I am an MRA, and learned about your blog from an …

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May 03 2008

Junior English major pooh-poohs anti-violence campaign

When I finally slogged to the end of this essay (on how “average” men are deeply injured by activists who enjoin them to stop raping people), a cold, mirthless laugh erupted from the Twisty obstreperal lobe. The essay was signed “A.J. Cooke, junior English major.” Now it made sense. I was a junior English major …

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