Statutory Rape Cougar, or “it’s not rape, I was drunk.”
I’m almost tempted to post this article alone, without any commentary, because I am not quite sure I know what to say about it. But this is a blog, not a RSS feed, so I guess I’ll have to find the words.
http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,26277010-421,00.html
To summarize: Jenny Lee Mitchell, 41 years old, had sex with a 14 year old boy (as well as his 17 year old friend) and her defense to the charge of statutory rape is that she was “drunk and vulnerable.”
I’m sorry, what? ”I was drunk” is now an acceptable excuse for a 41 year old to have sex with a 14 year old?
I really don’t know what to think about this. Obviously the ‘cougar’ trend hasn’t died out but really, how disgusting is it that our society has reached a point where women are so used to imitating men’s behaviour that we now have middle-aged women prowling around to sleep with some hot young piece of ass?
I have to say though, I find it hilarious (and by hilarious I mean tragic) that her “I was drunk” defense is actually influencing anyone at all. I mean, the commonly held belief is that if a drunk man and a drunk woman have sex, he is a rapist and she is a victim. I guess they’re considering an exception when the ‘man’ is 14 and the woman is 41.
Honestly, I really would like to believe that if a woman has drunk sex she’s taken advantage of. Because that would mean we live in a better world than this one. But really now, wake up – women go out to bars with their tramp stamp tattoos peeking out over their thong underwear which are peeking out over their tight low rise jeans, tossing back shots and going home with men they only met that night. It’s hard to call a woman a rape victim when she went out specifically looking for sex.
I’m obviously not talking about women who were drugged or women who were forcibly raped in a park, but the whole “if she’s drunk it’s date rape” thing is, sadly, outdated. I know this will sound coldhearted but I really have no sympathy for a woman who went out with the intention of having a one night stand, who then says she was raped by a man she met at the bar. Nobody else is going to respect a woman if she doesn’t respect herself.
So back to this cougar-rapist-chick. She’s a sign of our times. If she had money or talent she’d be the female Roman Polanski, and isn’t it just a brilliant sign of feminist “progress” that women are now “free” to be pedophiles and rapists just like men are?
I think this is the beginning of a crumbling society.
Hypocrisy, or “why I will never be a Republican.
It really bothers me that many prominent members of the Republican party say that gays will ruin the sanctity of marriage, when they had no problem choosing John McCain as their 2008 presidential candidate.
John McCain is divorced. Personally I think the fact that half of all marriages end in divorce (and a fair percentage of those splits are due to ‘irreconcilable differences’ rather than abuse or adultery) is a far greater threat to the sanctity of marriage (“til death do we part” is a vow, not an idle thought) and so long as Republicans find their politicians tainted with sex scandal, adultery and divorce they have no right whatsoever to talk about the sanctity of marriage.
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False Dichotomy, or “okay it’s just an excuse to try blogging from my phone.”
Why do socialists present “the people” and “the capitalists” as two diametrically opposed groups?
Other than the fact that it’s a pathetically transparent attempt to dehumanize the opposition by equating their group with humanity itself, that is.
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Another Obama Post, or, “Just a picture this time.”
Just a bit of humor for those of us who realized back during campaign season that Barack Obama was nothing but platitudes, empty rhetoric, and more dumbing-down of the United Nanny-State of America.

Still Here, or "A post, finally."
I have been severely neglecting this blog in the past month, busy getting information and faxing information and waiting for requests for new information. But I have good news.
From November 2007-December 2008, I lived in a suburb of Sydney, Australia. I fell in love while I was there, and he proposed. I said yes. I had to come back to the US in order to apply for a fiance visa to get permanent residency, and after 9 months of paperwork and waiting, my visa was approved.
I’m in love, and I’m getting married! I am so happy I’d even hug a feminist right now. I’d post photos of my fiance and me, but this blog deals with a somewhat sensitive subject, so I’ll make this a girly stuff topic…here’s my dress!

Here’s my engagment ring that I’ve been wearing since December:

And this is my wedding ring:

So please forgive me if I don’t do much politicking for awhile, but this is the last month I’ll have with my family, friends, and hometown (I’ve lived in Chicago my entire life aside from the year overseas) for quite awhile and I want to get the most of it. To paraphrase my fiance when I talked about us coming to the US to visit, “If we’re going to spend five grand on a vacation, it’s going to be to Europe.” So I’m guessing it will be at least 5 years, probably more like 10, til we’ll make it to the US.
Feel free to be happy for me!
Feminist Separatism, or "If you really want to be taken seriously…"
I’ve come to the conclusion that so-called “feminist separatists” are cowards. They like to complain about the patriarchy, and say how much better the world would be without men, but they have no intention of putting their money where their mouth is. They like the benefits of the patriarchy too much. So I challenge them.
I challenge you, feminist separatists, to separate.
- To move out in the middle of the country (not this one, that White Patriarchal Males tamed for you…find a remote spot in Africa or Asia) and live the values you preach.
- To craft your own tools (men invented saws and axes), chop down trees (men invented the lumber industry) and build your own house – without using construction techniques or architectural plans that men came up with.
- To dig your own wells and latrines, rather than relying on indoor sewage systems created by men.
- To grow and hunt your own food, devising a better method than the male-invented agricultural techniques and hunting tools.
- To protect yourselves from wild animals, without knives, guns, or any other male-created weapon.
- To successfully raise a next generation, without using either male sperm, or cloning techniques refined by male scientists.
I challenge you.
When you do this, when you stop using the male-invented internet on your male-invented computers to preach rather than practice, I will take you seriously.
Until then, you are nothing more than a punchline to a very sick joke.
Sunday Girly Stuff – 8/02/09
My hair finally touches the middle of my back.
The funny part is, I haven’t consciously been growing my hair…I moved to Sydney for a year, and when I got back the salon I usually went to was closed, and it’s really hard for me to trust a stranger with my hair. For the past 8 months I’ve been saying “When I get back to Sydney I’ll have new layers put in,” and just left it at that, so right now it’s been over a year since I saw my hairdresser in Sydney.
I’ve gotten so vain about my hair these past few years. It’s naturally wavy, thick but not obscene, and is a light brown color with natural blonde and red highlights. Yes, the hair in the picture is mine. I tried to take a shot of the length, but the only way I could do that was in the bathroom mirror, and I wanted to show it outside in all its glory.
I didn’t always have long hair. As a teenager, more concerned with fitting in (I was a goth. They still conform.) than cultivating my own natural look, I once chopped off my hair in the style now associated with Victoria Beckham…then colored it black. For years I had black hair, eggplant hair, once even bleached blonde hair. And to get my naturally wavy hair as straight as Posh’s, I had to subject it to a blowdryer and flat-iron every morning.
But no more. I really think it’s sad the way women are conditioned to cut their hair short, the way that anything below the chin is considered “long hair,” and all the myths that are associated with it. The only thing we hear is “Men love long hair,” which is true of course, and as a side note I would strongly, strongly recommend that any woman who is in a relationship ask her significant other’s honest opinion before having her hair cut. On another side note, all you ladies with short hair, ask your SO if he thinks you would look okay with long hair. Watch his eyes, not his lips.
But what about us? What about the confidence a woman feels when her hair is long and healthy? What about the boost to our self esteem we get, knowing we have beautiful long hair in an age when most women prefer to keep it short?
This is a very limited hair how-to guide. Limited because I’m speaking only from personal experience. This is a how-to guide for those with sort of thick, naturally wavy, caucasian hair who want to grow it long.
Elisabeth’s Hair-Care Rules
Wash your hair every other day in winter, unless it’s covered in styling products. In the summer, see if you can get into a wash-wash-no wash pattern, if it’s not too hot out. While washing your hair does stimulate the follicles on the scalp, inspiring hair to grow, it also strips the hair of oils that conditioners can’t completely imitate. You don’t just want long hair, you want long, healthy hair.
Use a shampoo-conditioner combo instead of separate products, and spend 3-5 minutes washing. I use Pantene Beautiful Lengths, and it seems to work for me. That will work the conditioner into your hair, while the shampoo gets impurities out and the massaging stimulates your scalp. If the ends of your hair are dry enough to need extra conditioning, only work it into the bottom 1/3 of your hair and don’t leave it in longer than a minute or two, otherwise it will weigh down your hair.
Blow-dry your hair on the cold setting, and only until it’s about 2/3 dry. Let the rest dry naturally. The only reason to blow-dry your hair with heat is to straighten it, or to save a few minutes getting ready. And blow-drying hair completely dry will ruin the curl of your hair, let it finish drying naturally and fall into place the way it should.
There is no need to trim your hair every 2-4 weeks. I know, I know, people say you’ll get split ends, but I think they’re wrong. My hair definitely needs a trim now (after a year) but I usually go 3-4 months between cuts. My best friend gets her hair trimmed every couple of weeks because she has perpetual split ends…she also artificially straightens her hair, covers it in products so she has to wash it every day, and puts highlights in it. Basic rule: if your hair does not need to be trimmed, don’t trim it.
Brush your hair immediately before showering. Brush it well, to remove any dead or dying strands. Before you get out of the shower, wring your hair like a mop to get the water out of it, and run your fingers through it before you towel dry. Gently dry it with the towel, and run your fingers through it again to separate the strands. Don’t brush it while it’s still wet, wait until it’s dried enough to be damp. This is so important – brushing wet hair breaks it, and snags it, and gives it split ends. If you absolutely have to, get a wide-toothed wooden comb (not plastic) and do it gently.
Sleep with your hair in a loose bun or braid. Leaving your hair loose as you sleep on it will tangle it, and just make it yucky. Even a loose ponytail is better than nothing.
I know that I seem to be all naturalist and stuff, but I do on occasion abuse my hair by teasing it or scrunching it. As a general rule though, when I style my hair, I look at my hair first, and try to see what styles would go well with its natural attributes, rather than finding a style and trying to force my hair into that mold.
Far more people hate Obama for being a liberal than for being half-black.

This is a picture of Andrea Dworkin. The pain in her eyes is evident. This is a woman who has been hurt, who has been hurt badly enough that she has started to hate the world. Yes, I do believe that all radical feminists look like Andrea Dworkin. At least in the eyes.
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