For the past couple weeks, I’ve been highlighting the misogyny and outright disgusting behavior of a cabal of right-wingers, with Oink Limbaugh serving as the Misogynist-in-Chief. (See below for a full list of posts.)
Limbaugh’s sexist rant against Sandra Fluke caused a social media firestorm, and that firestorm has yielded results. More than 150 advertiser have fled from Limbaugh like rats fleeing a sinking ship, forcing Limbaugh’s show to air free PSAs and, in some cases, to air nothing at all. That’s right: radio silence during Limbaugh’s show. It’s never happened before.
The StopRush campaign has done so much damage to Limbaugh that his advertising network, Premiere Networks made the unprecedented and “unusual” move of suspending its ad buys for two weeks. The claimed reason is branding something-or-other and makes absolutely no sense; I suspect that the Limbaugh crew expects that in two weeks, liberals will have moved on to a new issue and forgotten all about Limbaugh.
Sorry, that’s not going to happen. Not this time. We’re not going to let that happen.
While we must keep up the pressure on Limbaugh’s local and national advertisers, and I think it might be time to take a look at the sort of hate speech that CNN — the purported “place for news” — supports by continuing to feature Breitbart’s hate-apprentice and Erik Erickson’s BFF, Dana Loesch.
Every day of my life — all day long — I have to ignore insults in order to partake in pop culture, general conversation, and/or intellectual pursuits.
If I am to enjoy the music on the radio, or the jokes in a movie, or a conversation among like-minded political animals, I have to close my ears and numb my senses on a regular, sometimes hourly basis. I have to pause and think: “Is that bad enough for me to have to not like this righteous beat anymore? Or can I carry on bobbing my head without being a traitor to myself, my daughter, my mother, my sister, my aunt, and about 80% of my friends?”
I know I write about this a lot, but it’s only because it makes me want to tear my hair out. Or move to a distant planet. It’s only because it really, really matters and very few people who aren’t women (and not a lot of them) seem to notice or, more to the point, care.
Because they’re always crying and getting their periods and stuff.
One of Frothman’s staffers thinks that broads shouldn’t be president because of God and because it’ll ruin your childrens’ lives.
You see, it’s God’s “highest desire” to have women barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen, like, all the time. (God should get out more, methinks.) And, I guess, when women aren’t perpetually pregnant, shoeless, and baking pies, civilizations crumble or whatever.
I don’t know. I can’t understand these people but they frighten me:
Just recently, women who were sterilized against their will were awarded $50,000 apiece. Maybe. There’s still a lot that can go wrong, the money is not guaranteed. They were sterilized simply because a board decided they were of unsuitable stock to reproduce. A woman who wanted a family is deprived of that dream and after decades she gets an insulting check? Hell, smokers get more for suicidal behavior. Some of these women were sterilized fifty years ago, is the pain of sterility not even worth a grand a year? Let’s take a quick look at why they were selected for sterilization. For being poor. For being black. For being “willful” or having come from undesirable families. A room full of men sat in judgment on whether certain women should be allowed to conceive. And in the case of over seven thousand women, they decided they were not. By whose authority? The states who allowed this owe a hell of a lot more than $50,000. These women’s lives were forever changed against their will on false pretenses. They get a pittance and a half-assed acknowledgement instead of the apology and promise of a better future for women. Instead, all but maybe 2,000 have died without knowing even this humble victory. Continue reading →
It’s spring vacation, chez Emily L. Hauser, which translates to a certain lack of time and/or ability to focus and/or concentrate for the parent-blogger…! Thus: recycled (but hopefully interesting) material. The following ran some time ago at In My Head, but sadly (inevitably, it seems) the topic remains ever-green, so I thought to give it an airing over here, as well.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately, for reasons I’m not entirely clear on, about the ways we use words that mean “female human” to insult each other.
There’s “scream like a little girl,” of course, which, you know — ok. Little girls are high-pitched. It’s meant as an insult, but there’s some grain of reality to be found in it. Perhaps I will someday “scream like a linebacker” or “like a South Pacific Islander.” Or something.