“This leotard doesn’t have any sleeves, does it? And I suppose I won’t be able to take it off without your help…What else do you have in mind for me…?“
A few months ago, I reluctantly agreed to meet my kid brother’s new girlfriend. We picked her up on the way to the mall. My brother was in the passenger seat and she was sitting in the back. Everything was quiet and awkward so I turned on the radio. My favourite station plays oldies and about halfway there, Brick House by the Commodores came on. I love this song, so I was getting pretty into it when I heard a quiet voice behind me. The radio was up pretty loud, so I turned it down and asked her to repeat herself. Suddenly a hand from the back seat darts up and changes the station. “I said, ‘Can we listen to something else?’”, she repeats in a miffed tone.
“This song is a classic”, I reply, returning to my station. “Do you not like oldies?”
“I don’t like the way it’s objectifying women”
My brother shoots me an apologetic look. I brake a little harder than I have to and pull off to the side of the road. She had unbuckled to reach up to change the station and I feel her head bounce off the back of my seat.
I turned off the car and turn to my brother.
“Josh, can we talk for a moment?”, I ask as I open my door. We both get out and walk a few paces in front of the car. Before I could speak, she opens the door and shouts out to us, “What’s wrong?”
“Stay in the car, babe!”, Josh shouts back. I don’t say anything to her. I think the look I give her says enough. She looks a bit scared and hesitantly closes the door.
After a moment of silence I finally say “I’m not going to ruin this time together for you. But I am not going anywhere with that girl in my car other than back to her house to drop her off.”
I can tell this is a bit hard for him. He isn’t meeting my eyes anymore. “I promised her I’d take her to the mall today.” he says shakily.
“That’s fine.” I hand him my keys and walk home.
He broke up with her that night. I know it’s not his fault that he has trouble finding good women because he’s a little bit slow, but we had a long talk about it anyway.
Here’s a quick compilation of a questions/answers conversation sparked by the funnies about abortions. I didn’t want all of the posts hogging up space.
On a side note, proper respects to Arctitsmonkeys for providing the first feminism-tagged original content.
“THE FEMINISM TAG RILES ME UP SO MUCH BECAUSE ITS FULL OF SEXIST BASTARDS WHO THINK THEY’RE OOOOOH SO FUNNY WHEN THEY REPOST THE SAME MISOGYNISTIC SHIT”
-Arctitsmonkeys
This is pretty distressing. I think she’s saying that we’re not trying hard enough, men. Sure there are a lot of great, misogynist jokes and valid points about how silly feminism is floating around out there, but it really doesn’t mean much if everyone has heard it all before.
So challenge accepted. For one week, I will only use the feminism tag for original content.
