Some old bitch, bitchin' about Feminism...

Frank Miller has consequently let me down (like George Lucas)::: http://frankmillerink.com/2011/11/anarchy
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Below is  something from my MySpace (yes!!) blog from April 17, 2010 ....
And the Bill Ward I reference in it is this guy:::

Not Sabbath drummer.... which would be cool, too.

Diablo, help! "Feminism" needs to Trans-ition!

I've always had a hard time calling myself a "Feminist" because it sounds like it excludes my Dad, my brother, my guy friends,my cool exes, Bruce Willis and Frank Miller. I've been hobknobbing with "academia" a bit more in the past year and heard the term "Womanism," which kinda sounds like what "Feminism" should be. I, myself, have preferred the word "Humanist," even though I think it means a bit more than I mean... but somehow the college kids and profs still like that "Feminism"... even in a big LGBT and Genderqueer environment.
Found this quote last night by author bell hooks [sic] that was attached to a Genderqueer Survey: "simply put, feminism is a movement to end sexism, sexist exploitation, and oppression." Ok, but why the exclusionary moniker.... like only women can do it better than men? (If I throw in that great college word "exclusionary," one hopes I get to "privilege" with a describing adverb at some point, right?) Sounds like ALL humans need to help and need help in ending sexism, exploitation and oppression from where I sit.

I finally watched "Juno" last night. Full discloure: I was not ever going to see this movie. I was so pissed upon hearing a line in the trailer about, "We were bored after school so we had sex."
Really? And teen girl gets pregnant? So sweet. Cute. The only thing this movie is missing is Mandy Moore, hit single by Ryan Adams and Whoopi Goldberg as the wise cleaning lady. Teens are curious and are fucking without birth control? Only girls get pregnant... can we call it Girl Pregnancy instead of Teen Pregnancy.... Please? That's not too exclusionary, right?

And in the past year I've been reminded that yea, kids are curious, don't know a lot about the mysteries of sex and they experiment- without condoms, birth control pills or contraceptive foam (do people still use that?) Myths about getting pregnant still abound.
Why didn't I fuck as a teen? No mysteries. I knew eggs-zactly what went where, the mechanics, and fear of getting caught and pregnant were foremost on my mind. Shit, not even God, Jesus, Grandma and the threat of eternal damnation were involved.... I had grown up with "books....oh!" and "magazines..." you know the kind I mean. I'm pretty sure I got a healthy dose of the ins and outs, with lots of Bill Ward and Heavy Metal thrown in for good measure. But other kids, not so much. I guess I gotta calm the fuck down and cut them some slack, right? My Teen Abstinence (and abstemiousness) was based on yeeeeeaarrrs of experience.

So, back to "Juno." Once I get over the fact that Juno is preggers, its too late, and she decides not to abort but give the baby to a cool couple she finds in The Pennysaver, Acceptance, here I am. Calm the fuck down Simone...
Until...
Juno is visiting the couple in their Stepford Gated Housing, and sees that the husband has a guitar... she and the husband start chatting.
He says, "Yeah, Vanessa let me have a room for all my stuff."
Juno, "Oh wow Man... a whole room... in your house."

THATS IT FOR ME! FUCK FEMINISM!
Because this fucking shit happens more times than I can count, more times among people I know, more than I care to even hear about anymore: Mark, why the fuck did you marry her if your band opened for The Melvins in '93? Was the pussy that good? Who sold you this false bill of goods, that everything would be fine when you married the chick who didn't really like your music... and all those old band posters and flyers you had all over your apartment before you married her... and those, ewww, horror movies with all that violence, I don't know how you can watch that.... and your guy friends who "just won't grow up" and still play music and consequently you don't hang out with anymore because you're finding you and Vanessa spend a lot more time with Other Couples (and the guy friends have girlfriends who are all tatted up and probably play in their own band and do their own, thing, and Vanessa just really didn't get along last time you tried to go out with them as a couple), HUH MARK?!!! HUH?!!

Yep. I want to punch Mark in the neck for letting himself fall for it. I can't even get pissed at Vanessa, because frankly, any male lifeform would have done in her Life's Production with a perfect house and the perfect color swatches for the baby's room.... God, could it be that her and Mark can't get pregnant because they don't actually fuck? Or, and here's some hippy-dippy mystical shit I actually believe in- his soul knew he shouldn't be there and the sperm subconsciously swam the other way, thereby preventing reproduction with Stepford Vanessa.

(Silly. Sperm don't have a CONSCIOUSNESS! You only get consciousness when the sperm unites with the egg!)

So is getting pissed in defense of Mark's "male" qualities and the "male" things he loves Feminism, then?
I hope so... I hope defending anyone's right to be what they are and live out their dreams falls under the rubric of ending "... sexism... oppression."
It's Juno's love of all of this "stuff,"too and that jogs his brain and kicks his ass... but how sad that it comes across so selfish- Mark decides to leave, possibly fuck up Juno and Vanessa's plans. (Women- plottin' n' schemin')

Seriously, can I find out WHY he married Vanessa? Was he not taught to hold out for a chick like Juno in 1995? It's not like they didn't exist. Juno is the voice of writer Diablo Cody. Cody was that chick in 1995. So was I, to an extent. I now love Diablo Cody and could only let myself watch "Juno" after reading "Candygirl, A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper." Because Cody gets it! Juno wasn't a victim! She seduced Pauly Bleecker! Juno listens to The Stooges and is free to say Sonic Youth is just noise! She loves the life of the baby in side her, but is free to not give up her dreams as a very young 16 year old. Saying Juno is wiser and more selfless than the would-be parents is just too obvious.
Mark was sold the idea that women are "other." Women are taught that men are "other," too, and Pottery Barn is right over there. And that's fine, for some people.

Mark pulls out a comic book to show Juno... I can't count the number of times I've pulled out a comic, or some guy's pulled out one for me. Yea, he whipped it out. There are times when comic books, music,books and movies are just as exciting as sex. In fact, I'd posit that most of that is great foreplay. Hell, this movie had Mark and Juno totally mushy around each other for these reasons.

Like I really need some Feminists to tell me what is male, what is female, and I can't watch some good car explosions, gore, and listen to death metal that sings about dismemberment. Puh-leeze. But that's what they do, those good old Feminists. "Women aren't violent. The world would be better if women were in charge. Little boys shouldn't play with guns." Bitches, please. You've had 40 years. The Humanists are here to take over.

So now you better stop, and rebuild all your ruins...

Currently reading: Radical Ecstasy by Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy

    I feel like I'm coming out of the tail end of a purgatory I didn't ask for. Felt guilty for so long for something I never wanted to happen, but now it's ending. I mean, not immediately, like overnight yesterday, but it's been in the works this past year. And it wasn't anything horrible or some grand drama.... it was me being unhappy, not the person I should be. It didn't  substances or any great trauma. Or a relationship, for that matter, because it's certainly been over a year since I've been involved with someone. It just was-- I've had a couple of unhappy years. I'd like to blame Bush, and I'd like to give Obama credit for making things swing in a positive, upbeat direction, but aaaahh... don't think that will work this time.
    For 5 years I was taking a small dose (25mg) of Zoloft and last year my doctor suggested I didn't need it anymore. That may very well be the trick... I could have been taking something that I no longer needed and it was affecting me in ways that weren't so great.
   I'm losing weight and anyone who's lived with a ton of weight knows what I'm talking about. How much it affects your self-esteem and things you believe about yourself. It makes you so much more appreciative of your body. You feel sexier. You feel hopeful. This past summer I went swimming and did calistentics in a pool everyday for 15-20 minutes to jump start it. Now that it's a couple months into winter, I'd like to take credit for the continued loss, but it may be hormones and genetic thryroid issues.... that's ok. I'll take it as it comes, and losing weight is absolutely the best thing for my health on all fronts. My suspicion is hormones because I have more energy, more desire to get out (I feel like I had some sort of social anxiety the past couple of years) and I can handle less sleep. I was a big ole baby who needed 8 hours or felt cranky, like I had a hangover. No mas.
     My suspicion- besides the hormones- is that the Zoloft certainly caused me to need sleep (it's an Endocronology thing... Serotonin is a neurotransmitter involved in all good things, especially sleep. Zoloft works on Serontonin.) And I think it gave me a bit of social anxiety about going to parties and groups of new people I didn't know. Not anymore this year. 
      And I have all this new hair on my head, fast approaching Golden God territory, but I think I had to be in the right mindset to accept the great responsibility that such hair entails. Anyone with hair, or without hair, knows how hair can affect your demeanor and personality.
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    Still mourning the loss of my old version of this blog... damn, but I thought I wrote some cool stuff! The anti-rape condom in South Africa is in the news again, and I had blogged when it came out.
http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-504763_162-20008347-10391704.html

I railed against the women representations in Terminator Salvation, and sung the praises of feminist James Cameron.
I went on to praise "The Hurt Locker," while "Avatar" could go suck it.

I got super excited about Patti Smith's "Just Kids" when it came out, filling in the life Jack Fritscher never spoke of in his Mapplethorpe bio.

Ah, me.... stop pining for things lost!
Onward and upward.
For Christmas, I would like Santa to bring me tons of time, because I have so much to accomplish.
I need to get back into the swing of things with "Is This Normal?", the internet talkshow I co-host with Emily Prior for The Center for Positive Sexuality, http://positivesexuality.org/
I want to pick up my camera and so some photography.
I have to get busy on a Corset Lecture that I can start giving to groups and schools. I hope to enter academia soon.
I am taking drum lessons.
I want to keep reading, learning, growing and getting the hell outside and being active, no matter how much money I don't have. I need lack of money to no longer take up my time and attention.
I want to be out and about with Friends and Loved Ones and make this the best Christmas and Holidays ever.

I won't lie. I'm feeling pretty good about myself and high on life right now. It's the feeling where everything looks beautiful.There's a bounce in your step. You keep music on and sing in the car. You air drum... or at least I do. You get very excited when you unexpectedly get phone calls that make you happy. Electricity goes out for almost 24 hours and you're excited to used candles, batteries in a jambox and finally read some instead of sew.
You feel so much joy about Trent Reznor's kick ass cover of "Immigrant Song" being released to radio stations (even though the "leaked" trailer was a few months ago).  You go on Facebook to talk about it like it's the next day at school::: enjoy while it's still on The YouTubes
(and somehow I can't get the "embed" to work)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRonBXRYe7k

Tonight on "Is This Normal?" October 14, 2011

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Yes, this is a different blog

         Not that anyone reads this, but the former filthybookreaderdot blogger got deleted- not by choice.
Long story short, I set up a gmail account for my android phone against by best instincts. I inherited the phone used, from a friend, and indignantly did.not.want.one.more.friggin.email at the time I got the phone. The internet browser worked just fine without gmail. And I kept getting told about "importing my Contacts." What the hell? You mean email? I don't email from my phone!! Sorry, call me Old, but I have enough with getting on my laptop a couple times during the day. The phone is for phone calls. My attitude was "screw you android and verizon... I don't want to be told I have to 'sign up' for something for services I don't even use.  But in a moment of weakness I set up a gmail from the phone so I could log in and listen to Pandora or Last FM or whatever... dumb. dumb. dumb.
            I connected my primary emails to this stupid gmail and got hacked. Sorry, nonbelievers, but it's the only explanation that makes sense. Feel free to, um, Google It! "android gmail hack" or whatever combination.  I have other email addresses with the same server as my primary emails and they did not hacked. The hack didn't orginate with my laptop... it was the stupid gmail on my android. Hate you gmail. Hate you Google. I was sick to my stomach... I had had those primary emails for over a decade and they were part of my business. I deleted the gmail, but Google, in its infinite wisdom (not) had connected my old Google account with old primary email and my original Filthy Book Reader Blog to this fucking new gmail. I was willing to take the chance of losing the blog because I was so sick and paranoid about being hacked that I deleted, deleted, deleted. It's not not like there was anything particularly brilliant in the old Filthy Book Reader blog. Hell, who is brilliant anymore? I have about 5 years worth of writing on MySpace that I don't even look at anymore. No one looks at it. Everyone and their grandma has a blog.
    So it's "The" Filthy Book Reader now. On with the show............