Feministe friend Tricia sends on this article about the disgusting, often misogynist, names that have become common in derby culture. The creativity is laudable, I suppose, insofar as it’s ever laudable to come up with 10,000 different ways to equate sex with violence and abuse. “Pat McCrotch” and “Clitty Clitty Bang Bang”? Sure, ok. Juvenile, but I like a good juvenile genital joke as much as the next girl. But (trigger warning!) “Rose Hypnol,” “Fist Fucker,” “Chainsaw Guts Fuck,” “Cuntasaurus Wrecks,” “Smasher Indacunt,” “Scabby Gash,” “Mexicunt,” “Cunty McTaintStain,” “Ray Pugh,” “Barry McCaulkener,” “Dixon Syder,” “Buster Hymen,” “Grab’er Snatch,” “Turner Over,” and “Buster Muffinhalf”?
Guys.
When your jokes basically amount to either “vaginas are disgusting” or “sex is a violent thing that I do in order to hurt vaginas,” you have a problem and you also aren’t very funny or original. Gross and clever can be great. But “lol rapin’ cuntzzzz” is not really that clever, even if comments about destroying vaginas are definitely gross. And when your sports league is a series of rape jokes, I don’t think you get to complain that you aren’t getting appropriate national attention.
Also, when Bart Simpson’s prank calls to Moe’s were more original than your team names, it’s time to rethink things.