Archive for February, 2009

Comment by lookingforwater on a post by ginmar on the Twilight books (emphasis mine):

Women are raised to believe that the positive judgment of others, particularly those of high status, is all-important, so Bella’s gaining Edward’s undying love so easily and for no particular reason is the female patriarchy-approved(TM) power fantasy. It’s the one that it’s acceptable for teenage girls to have, because it in no way subverts the status quo. That’s why all the media with moments that represent genuine female power fantasies involve the female lead facing and rejecting the male force that’s been manipulating her and consequently overcoming it. See: Jareth and Sarah in Labyrinth, Freddy and Nancy in Nightmare on Elm Street, Buffy and Angel, and so on. That’s the true power fantasy, the one we’re not allowed to have. But you know, to a starving person, even stale bread will do. Any power fantasy is better than none at all. So they cling to Twilight.”

(And ginmar replies with “I’d rather go down fighting than rise by surrender.”)

Mussolini on English feminism, quoted by Andrea Dworkin in Scapegoat: The Jews, Israel and Women’s Liberation, deploying the “feminists just need a good fuck” argument:

“In a country where animals are adored to the point of making cemetaries and hospitals and houses for them, and legacies are bequeathed to parrots, you can be sure that decadence has set in. Besides, other reasons apart, it is also a consequence of the composition of the English people. Four million surplus women. Four million women sexually unsatisfied, artificially creating a host of problems in order to excite or appease their senses. Not being able to embrace one man, they embrace humanity.”

“Men are not separate species from women. We’re both human, and it’s about damn time someone started saying “gee, we have an awful lot in common, don’t we?” My point is also that my state of BEING female is only relevant in the context of completely unnatural social norms that caused me to do things like starve myself when I was 13, or want boob implants at 17, or wish for a steady boyfriend at 9 before I even knew what the hell desire or love was. My real state is human. My social state is that of a woman. My sex is female, which is probably XX (or XXX, XXXX, XXXXX, XXY, or XXYY, which makes determining my sex as one of two possibilities fairly absurd). I’m genetically (probably) a woman, I’m socially a female, I’m most definitely human. Out of all of those identifiers, it should be the last one that matters most, not least.”

From a comment in the middle of a very interesting discussion (the post itself is great too) arguing against gender essentialism.

Or this could be. Or any number of essays or speeches by Andrea Dworkin. I can’t choose.

Only do exactly what you want to do. Trust me, everyone else does. Do you think the patriarchy would let you fuck it where it didn’t want you to? Really. Learn that young. Learn it now. Learn it every fucking day if you have to.

Comment by VeganRampage on this post by Twisty about vaginisimus and treatments that are all about making sure that “Nigel can get back in the saddle”