Shakespeare’s Sister, during email conversations with upper-tier bloggers under the condition of anonymity, finds out why women aren’t linked more often.
Women don’t give me much linkable material.
Women write on subjects that don’t interest me.
Women don’t know how to compromise on abortion rights.
Why don’t women post about Social Security? It affects them, too.
Women don’t write commentary, don’t come up with new ideas.
Gender politics is all secondary issues.
Some of this is directly quoted and some of this is paraphrased, but frankly I don’t give a fuck which is which. Somebody go through my archives, please, and reiterate that I don’t write original shit. Nix, even, all the posts I’ve made about icky girl uterus, since abortion is such a tired issue.
Naw, excuse me.
Compromise on abortion rights? Social Security? And women are accused of following trends like a dog with its nose buried in its own turds? Right. Real original, dude. And I’m not even going to mention how specious it is to suggest that women are “uninteresting” because we follow legislation that directly, tangibly affects us and only us.
Oops, here I go with that hysterical shit again. At least I’m more reserved than Jeff Jarvis’ rowdy channelling of Bushwick Bill: “Damn it feels good to be a cracka.”
This subject is so unbearably boring and repetitive — and yet so freakishly maddening. And this time especially so. Apparently the candle lit romanticism induced by wide-eyed men blogging about the sad dearth of femininity in the political sphere is nothing but a sham. Shakespeare’s Sister says:
…as long as there’s a collective reluctance to replace the faux suppositions with the real prejudices in the navel-gazing posts, there’s no one with whom to have that conversation. Except, of course, my fellow bloggrrls, none of whom ever actually believed it’s anything other than the same old tired biases, anyway. Being more creative at disguising them behind your wide-eyed mystification about where all the women are isn’t clever; it’s pathetic.
All the positing on the reasons behind female invisibility usually come down to this: the fairer sex is too ginger to stick a toe in the political whirlpool. And yet here we are again, calling in the dogs (or bitches, if you will) to suggest that we don’t so easily fit into that particular box. Roxanne calls more bullshit:
Now, which gender is it that doesn’t have the cajones to enter the fray, engage in honest, open debate, filled with passionate rancor? Okay, just checking.
Touché.
And something makes me think that some of this incendiary correspondence is from someone whose name starts with a K and ends with Evin Drum. Well, I might say that, but I wouldn’t want to start something by throwing out presumptions and opinions like they’re facts.*
More from Pam (and a hat tip to Norbiz for stealing his rhymes).
* Actually, I do find this current post on the subject to be far more thoughtful and researched than Drum’s last, but because SS suggests that thoughtfulness is the cover for willfully aiding in our invisibility I find such thoughtfulness suspect.
UPDATE: I was right about Drum playing coy.