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Blaming the Victims

Oh, it’s just gotten even more special. The White House is now blaming New York and Washington, D.C. for the huge cuts in the Homeland Security budget allocation for those cities. No matter that both cities remain the only American cities directly hit by foreign terrorists. No matter that both cities remain targets, as the financial and political capitals of the country. Nope, the White House cut funding by 40% because they didn’t dot their i’s and cross their t’s.

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Why I Hate the Washington Post

You may have noticed that I rarely link to the Washington Post, and that most of my newspaper-reading centers around the New York Times and the LA Times. Why? Because of articles like this. I’m vomiting in my mouth a little bit, and I feel dumber just from having read it.

The topic? The Wingman. The IQ level? Approximately 10.

You know the wingman. He’s the guy who accompanies his buddy to a bar to help him pick up babes. He does whatever it takes to give his friend some time alone with the girl of choice: telling flattering lies about him, enticing away the sidekick girlfriend, running interference at the approach of a rival male.

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Manly Men

Apparently in patriarchy-speak, “Man” = “Total Asshole.”

George Ouzounian, aka “Maddox,” creator of “The Best Page in the Universe” and author of the forthcoming “Alphabet of Manliness,” is making more hay on testosterone than a bull breeder. His Web site, which he started in 1997 while a programmer at a telemarketing company and which trumpets his disregard for authority and political correctness, gets 1 million unique visitors a month. “The Alphabet of Manliness,” a letter-by-letter guide to all things male, macho and masculine, is pumped full of aggression toward the weak, the flabby, the girly men of the world. The book, and its author, have become this season’s publishing phenomenon: When it became available by preorder, Maddox sent a note to his mailing list and, overnight, “Alphabet” shot to the No. 1 spot on Amazon. “Alphabet” is a triumph of word-of-mouth publicity: The book’s publisher, Citadel Press, has done very little to promote it, and Maddox himself has given only a few brief interviews, but it has hovered in the top 70, often in the top 20, for the two months since its initial ascent. All this, and it doesn’t hit shelves until Tuesday, June 6.

There’s something that will not be going on my Amazon list.

Some of Maddox’s over-the-top riffs are funny, but others are tone-deaf and dumb. Warning his readers to be wary when picking up women at bars, he writes: “Listen for a faint whistling noise coming from between her legs, as if wind were passing through a large, hollow cavern. If you hear this sound, your prospective woman may have a condition commonly referred to as ‘whore.'”

Oh, so funny! Especially when you consider that the kind of guy who chuckles at this joke may have a condition commonly referred to as “pencil dick.”

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Bad Advice

Why is it so difficult to accept that some people just don’t want to have kids (second letter)?

I think I want kids. I’m not sure. The idea of adopting appeals much more to me than giving birth does, mostly because there are already lots of kids who need homes, and if I can provide a good one, why not offer it to a person who already exists? But who knows where life will take me. Right now, kids are obviously not anywhere in my realm of thought, and probably won’t be for almost another decade. But if I do or I don’t, who cares?

Apparently, Slate’s advice columnist does. A woman writes that she just got married, but that neither she nor her husband has any interest in having children. Yet their friends, relatives and aquaintances constantly lecture them about the benefits of child-rearing. Prudie writes:

As far as acquaintances are concerned, “I’d rather not discuss such a private matter” should do it. But family and friends are different. Yes, it’s true that ultimately it’s not anyone else’s business, but from a human perspective this is a loss for both sets of parents. No one has parents who say, “I hope my child grows up to marry someone wonderful and they don’t have children together.” With your intimates, next time they bring it up, explain that you understand this is painful for them, but you are both comfortable with your decision and lecturing won’t change your mind. Now I will join the chorus of people who are driving you crazy. You are about to get married, and as life’s circumstances change, it is worth re-examining your goals, especially this one (and yes, I know, I am offending all happy childless people). You’re only in your 30s—if you have children now, they’ll be grown by the time you reach your late 50s! You say you love children, but as close as you may be to your nieces and nephews, that’s no substitute for having your own. The people who know and love you best hope you and your husband have children—that alone makes it something worth considering.

Now, I’m not a mother. But as I understand it, having kids is no walk in the park, and parenthood is hard work — and a life-long committment. It’s probably not something that one should jump into simply because the people who love you think you should. And it’s probably not something that people should do just because it’s the “typical” life choice — children should be wanted, and parenthood should be voluntary.

And yet that simple concept seems to get people incredibly up in arms. Note the kerfluffle over at Pandagon a while ago, with commenters and other bloggers calling Amanda immature, selfish, and inferring that she’s baby-killer (not sure how one is a baby-killer when they assert that they want to avoid babies in the first place, but ok).

For some reason that I have yet to figure out (though I suspect the default response — Blame the Patriarchy — works pretty well here) the decision not to reproduce draws all kinds of ire. Say that you don’t want kids, and people are fully ready to cast all kinds of stereotypes onto you; some of them act as if, simply by not having children, you have personally insulted their life choices. Others assure you that you’re just immature, and in a few years that clock will start ticking. Still others will lecture you on all the virtues of child-rearing, and others will insist that it’s your duty to reproduce. Which is just bizarre, frankly. The general social consensus is that kids do best in families where they’re loved and wanted — not rocket science. So why the push for childrearing by people who have no desire to raise children? Why does Prudie care if I have babies or not?

Call for Submissions

A Nut is hosting Carnival of the Feminists XVI over at The Nut House. Get your submissions in by next Tuesday — full submission details at The Nut House.

Posts on disability and feminism especially welcome, though the only requirement is that it be related to feminism.

Will Work 4 Fud

Lauren here dropping in for a request. Long time no see.

I’m struggling to pay bills at this time and would like to take on a few design projects for WordPress-based blogs. Unfortunately, during a very rare moment this week which was not at all common nor a regular occurrence nor redundant, I accidentally deleted all the mail in my email account including several old requests for design work.

At this point, I am willing to take on the first five redesigns at an agreed upon rate to be discussed privately in an email exchange. Alternatively, if you do not have a WordPress blog, I am willing to discuss smaller projects such as banner and ad design. Another thing to consider if you aren’t willing to spend a lot of money is that I can clean up an existing template in remarkably little time. If you are interested in jazzing up your blog, please write me here. I may be talked into doing more projects at a later date.

Examples of my design work may be found at Pandagon, Bitch Ph.D., Skippy the Bush Kangaroo, Slim Coincidence (professional site), and Punkassblog (banner). And obviously, Feministe.

Thanks to the crew for letting me bleg, and many grand, salutary gestures to anyone who answers this request. We’re in a bit of a bind and any little bit helps. Thanks again and back to your regularly scheduled goodness.

Oh, No They Didn’t!

I love The Wizard of Oz. Love it. My cell phone plays “Ding Dong, The Witch is Dead” when I get a call. Back in the dark ages, when it was only on TV once a year, I’d get extremely upset if I missed it. I have plans to make a flying monkey costume for Junebug so we can go out for Halloween one of these days. The Wicked Witch of the West still scares me, and I still can’t watch when the Wicked Witch of the East’s feet curl up and shrink under the house.

So it really pains me to read something like this.

Is nothing sacred?