No idea how this happened, really – I just sat down one day and decided my sweary rants were just as valid as any of the other blogs out there. And here we are, post 500, after a mere 4.288 years.
If you’re in the mood for a wee trip down memory lane, here’s a slightly-edited top 10 of my posts over that time - as determined by views, taking away static pages and posts which ended up being viewbait by virtue of hassling someone’s school or mentioning P***a Wetz***.
Do you want to know why I’m angry and ranty and full of cussing, Chris? Because misogynists are denying me autonomy. Because the law treats me like I’m too flighty and irrational to make legal medical decisions. Because fuckwits like YOU are fucking running interference for God-bothering fundy wankstains and letting me know loud and clear that yet again The Great Left is no fucking ally to those whose oppression doesn’t affect straight white “working-class” man.
What the fucking fuck, “Real Life”? [Content note: misgendering]
Oh, right. Because screw the happiness on these kids’ faces and screw their wonderfully eloquent expressions of who they are and howthey wish to be identified. We must never be allowed to forget for one fucking second, even in a documentary that purports to treat these kids and their families sympathetically, that COCK means BOY and TRUCKS and VIDEO GAMES and VAGINA means GIRL and PIGTAILS and PINKPINKPINK.
Listen up, Nice Guys: the idea you cling to, that women only like jerks/assholes/bad boys?
Is totally valid.
When your definition of “jerk” is “guy currently fucking the woman you want to fuck“.
We privileged people do not “deserve” the automatic trust or assumption of good faith or patience of unprivileged people [especially while in the act of fucking up]. And that’s okay, because it’s not about us. And that’s Basic Ally-hood 101.
The Wellywood sign is the equivalent of a guy in his late forties who spends a whole dinner party pointing out to every single person that he’s grown a ‘stache and his wife told him it makes him look a bit like George Clooney in The Men Who Stare At Goats.
Who needs identity politics? (Yes, two posts relating to Chris Trotter, what can I say?)
Why is the second “people” in both italics and bold up there? Because when two guys get in a huddle and start slanging against the Liberal Left and the evil distraction of identity politics, and whinge about how we need to think about ordinary people, I think we can make a few very good guesses as to the kind of people they’re talking about.
Just fuck you, ALAC. Fuck you and fuck the horse you rode in on (Greetings, people who got here by searching for horse porn!)
Not that ALAC cares about Lisa, or any woman, for that matter: apparently the only thing that’s changed since the temperance movement of the 19th century is that someone figured out that the phrase “demon drink” is probably just going to make The Kids think it’s cool.
This is the panic: that we’re no longer presenting Innocent Children with sterile, confusing, infantilizing and denn da man puts his peeeenis into da wumman’s va-jay-jay and denn da babby comes out* “education”. We’re actually acknowledging that they have bodies and that doing certain things with their bodies feels good and that there’s a fuckload more to it that some disembodied cock in vag in a vacuum = babies.
Because, Mr Fry, do you know what happens to women who openly state they enjoy sex, who act in an overtly sexual manner, who admit to casual sex?
If they get raped, their rapist walks free.
Share your favourite QoT moments in the comments, if you like. Even the trolls can join in!