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 →
A recent spoof of a painting of Marie Antoinette takes a cheap shot at Michelle Obama. That in itself is disturbing. In this case, the altered portrait isn’t just sexist, it’s racist as hell. It’s disrespectful on every level. Maybe they don’t know their history, but Michelle Obama couldn’t be more different than Antoinette. Not that those pesky facts usually get in the way.
Remarks have been made about Michelle Obama’s appearance. What the hell? First of all, how can they be so cheerfully incorrect? She is fit and toned and slender, as anyone with eyes can determine for themselves. Or, as our own Ian Boudreau (@iboudreau) said on Twitter yesterday morning: Rush Limbaugh apparently likes to imply that Michelle Obama is “fat.” And people believe him. I don’t understand how this works. Continue reading →
I couldn’t go to #OccupyMobile. I wanted to, very much, but I was in the hospital. While everyone was taking over parks, setting up tents and camping out in protest of income inequality, I was nearly wasted away in constant pain in a sanitized bed in a room where everything smelled sterile, drowned in antiseptic. Were I able to attend, anyway, it wouldn’t have been for very long – I am in a wheelchair and camping out in a park, getting out of my chair, sleeping on the ground in a cold and dirty tent, even if I could have gone I couldn’t have stayed – I couldn’t have been a part of this. The privilege of being able to forgo thinking about your health, where you might find a place to sleep or even some flat ground to wheel across is a privilege to which I’ve never had access. From the outset I was stuck “participating” in the movement – since I do believe in a lot of its underlying goals – by going online and reading or writing about it.
For a movement that rests on visibility at parks or other open areas, this isn’t much of a way to participate and to feel welcomed.
It’s bigger than ableism, though.
How many black Occupiers have there been? Not too many. We have a so-called justice system in this country that was formulated at the same time our forebears were beginning to dabble in slavery. This system has for centuries worked to arrest and detain blacks and keep them in prison throughout much of their lives. Three strikes laws and the “War on Drugs” have made it necessary for black people to consider every thing they do very carefully so that they don’t upset the ugly institutions the country was built upon and end up in jail one too many times, or under the batons of some angry white cops; even in so-called liberal cities police violence has always been rampant and extensive. Racial violence and fears run deep. Continue reading →
So what, she can’t be paid for doing her job? The article makes it clear that she has duties that she fufills, both in and out of the classroom. Mind you, they can’t show that she has violated any policies, nor have they tried to prove any wrongdoing. They have just asked that they stop paying her. The people who “grasp America’s job situation better than Dems” don’t seem to understand that she can hold a job while she campaigns. And that it’s legal. Or maybe they do and are just trying a dirty blow, already angered that she isn’t home barefoot and pregnant, dependent on her man for sustenance.
Jackass times infinity. A jackass so large that it has its own gravitational force, creating a jackass of such mass that no light or intelligence can escape its pull.
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So here’s some additional background on this that I have covered previously elsewhere. I am royally pissed at how the GOP treats women in general. Not only do they try to take away medical choices, they also don’t like for women to be paid the same as men for doing the exact same job. Unanimously. It seems to me that they like women knocked up and helpless, dependent on men and government programs that they resent in the first damned place. It’s a farce that in the land of freedom half the goddamned country faces discrimination with their full support.
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.
This gives me teh laughter and teh sads, simultaneously.
So you know how you’re going home for Thanksgiving and you’re so excited to eat Turkey until you hurl, and then go back and eat some more? But there’s a lingering sense of anxiety, yeah? You’re wondering whether the TSA agent assigned to feel you up is going to be hot or not.
Ladies, I know that you plan to wear your most disgusting Thanksgiving travel-wear, in the hopes that the guy who looks like the Elephant Man will keep his dirty paws offer your hot bod.