Stupid Sex Tricks: Fisherwoman’s Friend?

Things that make me glad I’m not married:

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These cock lozenges are supposedly favors for bachelorette parties. I wonder if sucking on one relieves a sore throat, or just aggravates it.

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Teh Heterostoopid: Would you let this man near your boobs?

For that matter, would YOU do pot-legalization activism with him?

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Meet Rob Kampia–tacky dresser, wannabe player, and all-around ball of sleaze. Also someone who gives drug-policy activism an extremely bad name, and will probably set the project back decades on the grounds of just a few of his egregious behaviors:

For 15 years, Rob Kampia has served as executive director of the Marijuana Policy Project (MPP), a nonprofit group dedicated to the reform of marijuana laws. In that capacity, Kampia, 41, has pursued two goals. One is the steady advancement of the organization, which he founded out of his Adams Morgan home in 1995. And the other is cultivating an office environment suited to his sexual appetite. A brief inventory of Kampia’s knack for mixing business with pleasure:

* In 2008, Kampia dated a 19-year-old MPP intern.

* “How was the NORML Conference?” a staffer asked Kampia one year. Kampia replied, “I got laid.”

* At a staff happy hour, Kampia guessed a female employee’s breast size and told her that she would be “hotter with a boob job.” (Kampia denies the conversation occurred).

* Kampia made it known that a female employee’s dress had “made an impression on him.” Later, he directed her to leave some room in his schedule for “bone-girl,” a woman he was “trying to bone.” He also repeatedly informed her of his intentions to perform a “breast massage” on another woman.

* At the conclusion of a staff happy hour last August, Kampia escorted a subordinate back to his home. The woman was so upset by what happened next that she refused to return to work at MPP ever again.

He’s just that good, huh?

As for Rob, he explains his behavior thusly: “I just think I’m hypersexualized.” Yeah, so much so that he structured the entire office and its (toxic) corporate culture around his schlong, which seems to get wayyyyy more blood than his brain. Srsly, you have to read the whole thing.

And if you meet him at a pot party, girls, cross your arms tightly over your chest and run.

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Have you heard? Feminism is CRAP!

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It’s totally true, ladies and gentlewomen, because some opinionated little snot on Facebook said so just yesterday.

Yep, right in time for International Women’s Day. Lovely!

Wasted a lot of good time and electricity saying so, too. But damn, she sure told us, didn’t she?

Yes, dear, I totally agree with you; feminism is crap. After all, what do you need the vote for? The Conservatives don’t respect it. You probably don’t use it. Or you use it against your own best interests and don’t even realize it.

You have the ability to read and write, and you waste it scolding people you don’t want to expend the least effort to understand, on the Internets. You have the right, as well, to wear pants, to drive a car, ride a bike, use birth control, have a career, etc.–and you take it all for granted.

If those things were taken away from you tomorrow, you’d probably miss them. Maybe you’d even protest.

And yet, you think that the social force that gave you all these things you take for granted is CRAP.

Maybe you don’t want those things so much, little sister? There are plenty of people who’d be more than happy to take them away from you if you allowed it. In fact, they are busy and working hard to do just that, even as I sit here wasting good electrons calling you out on your shit, girlfriend. They are counting on your smugness, your complacency and your stupidity to help them do exactly that. Whenever you or any other girl calls feminism crap, a devil rubs its hands and sets to work, chipping quietly away at your rights. It starts by driving a wedge between you and your feminist sisters. From there, it proceeds to rolling back hard-won gains; in the end, you will find yourself back in the kitchen and wondering how the hell you landed up there. Maybe it’s because you thought fighting for your rights was crap?

But then, I’m into crap. I like the things that crap gave me. I think we could get a lot more, too, if we were willing to fight for them. I don’t take them for granted, and I don’t think others should, either. If that makes me full of crap in your eyes, fine. You haven’t grown up and seen the real world yet. Don’t worry; you will. And you’re not gonna like it. And if you find misogyny punching you in the face, with lower wages and fewer rights than your brothers after all, and you get the urge to complain, just remember what you said: Feminism is CRAP! You opted out, and you can thank feminism for giving you that option, because life itself certainly hasn’t and won’t. So suck it up, cupcake; you’re on your own.

Unless, of course, you swallow hard and learn how to fight like a woman. That’s “crap”, sweetie? Tell it to a woman, to her face, no hiding behind the Internets. You’ll get set straight so fast you won’t know what hit you. Life itself will set you straight in due course.

This is a lot bigger than just a word or a phrase in the national anthem. We are not equal, even if you think you are. When half the population is excluded, even symbolically, it sets up a mindset: Half of us don’t really matter. Their rights don’t matter, because those rights were won by crap.

And the saddest thing is, some members of the half who don’t count vociferously defend the status quo, thinking they have everything they need already, including equality. To be told differently threatens their smug, complacent, “everything is already perfect” worldview; no wonder they jumped all over a modest, but sure-to-catch-on initiative for change. They don’t like being told the truth; they’d rather sing “la la la la la” with fingers in ears.

They want to believe we already have equality, but we don’t. The fact that we don’t is as obvious as our national anthem, and some people just don’t see it.

THAT is what’s really crap here, people.

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Happy Women’s Day, fellas…

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I don’t know whether to laugh or cry over this

Male cosmetics sales in Britain are growing at twice the rate of the female market, according to a survey, with the need to look good for job interviews and the fear of looking old playing key roles.

One in five men use hair dye to cover up signs of grey, the survey of 1,013 males for L’Oreal UK found.

Taking care of their appearance is now a status of manhood, the poll concluded, with almost two thirds of men (56 percent) using cosmetic products daily and 82 percent saying there are no cosmetics products that they would be embarrassed to buy.

A quarter of men regularly use face moisturiser and two in every five (39 percent) use facial cleansers every day to take care of their skin and combat the effect of work stress and ageing.

“We know from the report’s findings that ageing is not just a female concern and that a growing number of men are looking to cosmetics to help present a more professional image in times of economic uncertainty,” said Pierre-Yves Arzel, Managing Director for L’Oréal UK & Ireland.

“Men’s anti-ageing products are therefore the major driver of the overall men’s grooming market,” he added.

Well, in a way I guess it’s comforting to know that we women are no longer alone in our marketing-induced paranoia about the ravages of time. And it’s gratifying to know that guys are no longer such complete slobs about their exteriors. But somehow, I don’t feel that guyliner is quite what our feminist foremothers had in mind when they petitioned for equality of the sexes.

Happy Women’s Day, O my brothers…and now you have a little taste of the hell your sisters are living in every day. Think about that the next time you’re pricing the Grecian Formula, ‘kay?

PS to the younger sisters: Don’t feel so smug if you’re not dipping into the “anti-aging” crap yet, girls, you’re not off the sexist hook either.

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What’s wrong with the CBC of late?

Let Humberto da Silva explain it to you, he knows:

Some time ago, I was dismayed by a lousy piece of CBC reporting on the situation in Venezuela, and now I know it’s not my imagination, nor is it a coincidence, that CBC sounded virtually indistinguishable from any right-wing channel you could name when it came to Latin America. There really HAS been a shift to the right, and even my favorite (and formerly fair and honest) broadcaster has fallen victim to it, largely because right-wing hands now hold the budgetary choke chain on the nation’s watchdog, and they are pulling it tight.

(Muchas gracias, Emily Dee)

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More Music for a Sunday: Anti-war electronica at its finest

I was just going on 18 myself when this came out, so this song hit home hard for me. I’m guessing that the average age of US combat soldiers in Iraq is about the same as it was in Vietnam.

Closer to the present, a clear indictment of the MIC and disaster capitalism.

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Colombia: Electrical capitalist paradise? NOT.

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Remember Enron? Ah, capitalist electricity…

According to my three-day headache from last week, Colombia is a better place to live than Venezuela because (a) it’s capitalist, and (b) it has no electrical shortages. Well, one of these statements is true (although whether it makes Colombia better is debatable at best); the other is a bald-faced lie. And thanks to a respected Venezuelan journalist, we now know which is which…

“It is surprising–and surprising also to Colombians–that the Colombian government would offer to sell Venezuela electricity, when more than half the national territory of Colombia is practically without the service,” said Venezuelan journalist José Vicente Rangel on Sunday.

During the broadcast of his show, “The Confidences”, part of his program “José Vicente Today”, on Televen, the journalist said that the situation is also dramatic in built-up departments and major cities, where the greater part of the population is and where there are large areas of misery and exclusion, with precarious electrical service.

Rangel added that, based on official data from the Colombian National Administrative Department of Statistics (DANE), more than 14 million Colombians are unable to pay the higher cost of electricity, suffer constant power cuts, and have extreme difficulty in obtaining electrical service.

“In accordance with this reality, the Colombian oligarchy offers to sell to Venezuela what it denies to its own people,” said Rangel at the conclusion of the “Confidences” segment.

Translation mine.

Lest anyone get the idea that since this came from a Venezuelan government news agency’s site, it is nothing but propaganda–be it known that José Vicente Rangel works for Televen, not ABN. Televen is a private station in opposition hands, albeit less rabid; its tone is more balanced and responsible and its coverage far more factual than, say, RCTV or Globovisión. In fact, of the four major oppo channels, Televen is the one that’s done the best job of cleaning up its act since the coup of ’02. Rangel, who for a time was in Chavecito’s government as vice president, has since gone back to his original day job, and a very decent reporter he is. So you know you can take this one to the bank.

Yeah, I’m feeling kind of triumphalistic right now. Bear with me, folks, three days is a long time for your humble and obedient queen to put up with nonsense from anyone here.

(Thanks to Utpal for digging up the ABN piece. Oh, and Mikey? My offer to contact your boss still stands. Take your bullshit elsewhere. I’m not playing with you anymore.)

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Music for a Sunday: Holy guacamole with awesome sauce

See if you can detect a common element in these two very different tunes. First, the country:

I have a confession to make: This song is one of my earliest childhood faves. Even when I was barely talking (at less than a year old!), I already knew this man’s voice. Whenever he came on the radio, it didn’t matter what the song was–someone always asked, “Hey, Bina, who’s that singing?” And I was bound to reply, lisping: “Dzonny Cass!” Yup…even as a baby, I knew badass when I heard it. And I still love this song.

Now, the Brit-pop. Sorry, I couldn’t embed this. (Damn you, EMI, learn how the Internets work!) But listen muy, muy closely and you’ll hear one of the few instances ever of a jackhammer being deployed to musical effect. If you’re not laughing your ass off at that juncture, you’re not human.

And no, the jackhammer is NOT the common element. (Bonus points for anyone who can tell me what the girl yells in the #2 song.)

PS: I’ve now heard from two people that they couldn’t get to the #2 song. It’s Thomas Dolby’s “Hot Sauce”, the “saucy version”, digitally remastered just last year. Gotta love EMI for really not knowing how to make the Internets work for them.

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Wankers of the Week: In like a lion…

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Yes, this is a real tattoo. And the dude who owns it weighed in here to brag about his blunder. Someone please inform him that the name “de León” doesn’t mean “dude who bones like a lion”, it just means your ancestors came from León.

It’s March, and no, Old Man Winter hasn’t croaked yet. Spring ain’t sprung, the grass ain’t riz, etc. That’s what we love to hate about March. It’s in like a lion, a mean old motherfucking lion, one with a thorn in its paw. Could that thorn be any of the following wankers?

1. Whoever the fuck is handing out these anonymous pamphlets, blaming women and their clothes for tempting men to “sin”. As my best friend pointed out when he sent me the link, “I think that if men can’t control themselves when they see women, perhaps they should have their eyes plucked out. Why aren’t these religious nutcases suggesting that instead? (Because it’s all about controlling women, not men.)” Bingo–it’s all about controlling women. Just as is rape. Coincidence? PS: I vote for castration and bi-manual amputation. Blind men can still grope.

2. Gerard Fucking Latulippe. He made his incriminating remarks as long ago as 2007, but just try substituting “Jews” for “Muslims” and see how that immigration policy flies. Oh wait, didn’t Jewish immigrants get turned away here in World War II? Why yes, they did!

3. Roy Fucking Ashburn. Most gay men come out to their nearest and dearest after some agonizing soul-searching and deliberation. This one (who is a professional homophobe in his day job) came out by accident. Specifically, a drunk-driving accident involving a male pal whom he met at a gay nightclub where they both had a few too many. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

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4. Alykhan Fucking Velshi. Who is he to talk about Liberals “politicizing” the guide for new Canadians when it was his own damn party–yep, the Conservatives–who deliberately went out of their way to exclude our exemplary gay-rights legislation from all mention in said guide? What really gets me is that Velshi then goes on to politicize the issue by dredging up World War II and what the Liberals did (or failed to do) during that infamous period of racist internment camps and turning-away of Jewish refugees. As though the Conservatives wouldn’t have done all the same ugly things and then some!

5. Which leads us rather nicely to Jason Fucking Kenney. About whom I think I’ve said enough for one week. Maybe I’ll write him a nice limerick for St. Patti’s Day by way of making it up, faith and begorra.

Oh what the hell. Montreal Simon says it so much better than I could, anyway!

(PS: And don’t forget to join up.)

6. Sarah Fucking Palin. Oh gawd, here comes another fucking book that she didn’t really write, about a subject she really knows nothing about, filled to the gills with the usual insincerity and bullshit, for the purpose of ginning up some easy money and political fervor among the wingnut sheeple who can always be counted on to vote against their own interests. Profiles in Courage it will not be, because she is no Jack Kennedy…but hey, that won’t stop HER! Yippee-ti-yi-yo-cowpatties.

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PS: Stay the fuck out of my country, you mad cow!

7. Trent Fucking Franks. “Half of all black children are aborted.” O RLY? And what orifice did you pull that statistic from, pray tell us, sir? Newsflash: A fetus is not a child until it’s born. PS: Way to justify slavery, dickweed.

8. Michael Fucking Cannon. At least, given the obscenity, that’s what I think the middle initial stands for.

9. Stephen Fucking Harper. “Thou dost in us command”, dost thou? No, thou dost NOT. The existing line may be sexist, but at least it leaves us some semblance of individual choice (“in all thy sons’ command”). Worse, the so-called revision is actually a reversion to something even more archaic! If you’re gonna rewrite “O Canada”, how about getting rid of clichés (“from far and wide”) and theocracy (“God keep our land”) first? Better still, how about not pissing all over the women of Canada, so you won’t have to rejigger the anthem to pretend-appease the full half of the population you’ve offended with your shitty policies?

10. Jim Fucking Bunning. Must be seen to be believed, and fortunately, I’ve got just the visual aid for YOU, kiddies:

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But of course, there are no unemployed people in Kentucky. Jobs grow on trees there, don’t they, Jim? And recessionary times are all the fertilizer they need. Yeah.

11. Andrew Fucking Breitbart. Such a wanktard, he deserves to have a neologism or two coined on his name. So, spread this meme, kiddies: A breitbart is any wingnut so blinded by his own ideological rabies that he’ll fall for any other blind, ideologically-rabid wingnut’s shit and endorse it wholeheartedly, sight unseen, no questions asked, as long as that shit flies and sticks to something, yippee! And to breitbart is to spread blind, ideologically-rabid wingnuttery without questioning for a nanosecond whether, in fact, it is true.

Examples:

Jesus, my roommate is such a breitbart. He thinks God sent the earthquake to punish Chile for having a leftist president.

So, what’s Rush Fucking Limbaugh breitbarting on about today?

See how easy and fun that is? A noun, a verb. Now run with ’em.

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12. Dav
id Fucking Grisham.
Now, I’m not into swinging; I’m more into just living and letting live. Unless, of course, we’re talking about nosy-parking preacher-men who make life hell on Earth for anyone of whom they disapprove. In that case, I say it’s a lewd and disgusting lifestyle, and the preacher’s not bound for hell, he’s there already and actively working for Satan, trying to drag in every soul he can. Including a bunch of harmless people whose only offence is to engage in polyamorous behavior behind closed doors with other consenting adults. When the preacher’s own son is so perverted by his dad’s wickedness that he hacks computers and steals other people’s private information to defame them, you just know you’re dealing with the rankest kind of immorality right there.

13. Howard Fucking Schultz. Yes, please do explain to us what entitles you to such a massive pay hike at a time when Starbucks is closing hundreds of locations all over the map and throwing people out of work at the worst possible time. Oh wait, let me guess…it’s all the money you saved on keeping those places running and those people in work. You bumped up the profits and the share price artificially. THAT’s what entitles you…to a spot on this week’s wank list.

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14. Bart Fucking Stupak. Healthcare reform saves lives. So does the right to a safe, legal abortion as early as possible, or as late as necessary. Public funding would make it a lifesaver for women who can’t afford to travel or pay exorbitant rates out of pocket. But Bart is determined that it will never happen as long as he has “principles” to hold his breath and turn blue in the face for. Because he’s just that “pro-life”, don’cha know?

15. Orly Fucking Taitz. Running for office? Surely you jest. But the makeover’s not a bad idea. If only they could do something with her head from the inside

16. Jim Fucking Flaherty. When Bay Street approves your budget, you just fucking know it’s bad. I hated him when he was finance minister of Ontario, and I hate him even more now. Because like all the bad pennies of fiscal-conservative Wingnuttia, this one has an uncanny ability to fall up.

And finally, to the two personal wankers I got this week. First, a song dedicated to them…take it away, Ms. Kelis:

Y’know, fellas, just because I pretended last week to bemoan the lack of trolls, doesn’t mean you’re actually invited to pile on. Yes, that means you…

Jim Fucking Burke. When you’ve done some studying and gleaned some nuanced insights into what sort of person Che Guevara really was, dude, you’re welcome to come on back here and engage in an actual, honest discussion. But glib little one-line crapaganda drops will earn you an insta-ban and a deliberately mispronounced adiós.

…and Mike Fucking Hanson (yes, this one was dumb enough to use his real surname on his Hotmail addy, and his real first name on his post). Dude, you are so full of fail that you make it wayyyyy too easy for me to pwn you. Coming on here from your work computer at a fertilizer company and then lying to me that you work for ExxtortionMobil? You must have even less knowledge of how the Internets work than you have of what’s really going on in Venezuela. If someone like me, with no hacking skills to speak of, can trace you to your office with a simple IP locator found on the Google, that’s a sure sign that you’re not destined for a great career in disinfo-trolling.

Goodnight, and get fucked!

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Dear Dan Savage…

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Dear Dan:

Have I told you lately how much I love and adore you?

In your latest Savage Love column, you wrote in response to a Torontonian reader:

WHEREAS you’re writing from Canada, and WHEREAS my Canadian readers patiently endure my rants about conservative American politicians (like last week’s rant about New Hampshire state representative Nancy “Wiggle in Excrement” Elliott), and WHEREAS my American readers might assume that Canada — where gay marriage is legal, everyone has health care, the boys are hot, and the girls are hotter — doesn’t have any batshit-conservative politicians of its own, BE IT RESOLVED that I will make an effort to write about Canada’s batshit-conservative politicians every once in a while.

No time like the present: I could write about your batshit-conservative prime minister, Stephen Harper, who’s always proroguing the shit out of your parliament. (I don’t know what proroguing is exactly, but like the shit in French on breakfast-cereal boxes, it sounds pretty fucking filthy.) But a better example of conservative batshittery would be Vic Toews. Canada’s unofficial “Minister of Family Values,” member of parliament Toews — surprise! — doesn’t like the gays because we’re a threat to the family and the institution of marriage. Toews has described gay marriage ceremonies as satanic “Black Masses” and insisted that adding gays and lesbians to existing Canadian civil rights statutes would bring the “jackboot of fascism [down] on the necks of our people.”

You know where this is going, right?

It turned out that Toews — who once warned that gay marriage could lead to polygamy — was cheating on his wife of twenty-five years. After getting a much younger woman pregnant, Toews wound up getting divorced. Another marriage destroyed not by gays stomping around in fabulous jackboots, but by another straight “Christian” shitfuck politician slamming his dick into someone who isn’t his wife.

Toews’s affair became public two years ago, but the scandal didn’t destroy him — he became minister of public safety this January — because the Canadian press sniffed that Toews’s affair and divorce were private. Excuse me, Canadian-press pansies, but a politician who scares up votes attacking the private lives of others, a politician who insists that other people are out to destroy his marriage, can’t be allowed to hide behind “my private business!” when it turns out that the only threat to the politician’s marriage was the politician’s own greasy cock.

Here’s hoping that all straight folks everywhere one day realize that anti-gay ravers come in just two flavors: assholes who are externalizing their own internal struggles against homosexual desires (Ted Haggard, Larry Craig, Charlie Crist, Joseph Ratzinger, et al.) and assholes who are attempting to compensate for and/or draw attention away from their own moral shortcomings (David Vitter, Mark Sanford, John Ensign, Vic Toews, et al.).

Toews is pronounced “taves,” and it seems to me that it should be a word for something nasty. Get on it, Canada.

Dan, consider it gotten-onto. I’m gonna do my damnedest to think up something nasty yet relevant, perhaps along the lines of Santorum.

And in the meantime, I just wanna say that I don’t care if you ARE gay-gay-gaiety-gay-gay, and I’m a hot Canadian chick; I’d totally jump your bones anytime you ask.

Or, failing that, I’ll just find something nasty to make stick to Vic. I suspect it would make you just as happy, if not more so.

Love ‘n’ mush from another of your Canadian fans,

‘Bina.

PS: Gentle readers, the floor’s open. What horrible, cross-your-legs-and-cringe repugnant peccado do you think a “Toews” should be? Suggestions welcome in the comment slot below…

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