Amanda Marcotte does a fine job of eviscerating a Katie Roiphe (no, I’m not linking) column in which the latter apparently is kinda miffed that women can’t–gee whiz!–get a sense of humor and enjoy the kooky, colorful jungle that is navigating sexual harassment. Because she does such a good job of ripping to shreds this spectacularly, like, omg-is-this-woman-even-capable-of-wiping-her-own-ass-level stupid column, I’m left with little to add but this:
I, too, really really really hate, with a white-hot passion that burns like a thousand suns, women who are misogynists because they are desperate for validation from men. The prototypical, “I’m not like those other, killjoy women, YOU GUUUUUUUUYSS!!! Pay attention to me!!!” women. They are ass. Yes. Ass.
Here’s the thing: I consider myself an androphile, a lover of men. I’ve been boy-crazy since I was six. And apparently I never grew out of it. I like the way men look, talk, move. I sometimes think that men doing things that are stereotypically male is sexy. I’m seriously whorish about men who play instruments or are really into music. (I mean, not actively whorish, ‘cuz, hey, old married lady here…and who has the time?…but in my head–WOWZA!!!) I like it that some men don’t think I’m hideously ugly, that I occasionally get attention from men. Validation, even. I love men. And I can love men and enjoy their attention, and even occasionally their validation without hating other women. Oh, hell, I can actually…*gulp* like other women, and value what they say, do and contribute to the world. It’s something the Katie Roiphes of the world should look into, because it makes life much richer, fuller and more pleasant.
Also, too, go fuck yourself, Katie Roiphe. You are truly fucktardedly stupid.
In other news, I am about to eat this salad:
I sometimes get disturbingly excited about eating rabbit food.
In still other news, I wanted to share this formative song from my late teendom. I always thought it was amazing…and the sampling of the Blood, Sweat and Tears song, “Spinning Wheel” was nothing less than genius.