found here: Profeminist

So yesterday, I had the last part of my cleaning. I was supposed to get some fillings, too, but I rescheduled those because PMS is an ugly monster and I don’t want to go to jail for shoving a drill up my dentist’s ass.

That’s literally the only thing that gets to me about going to the dentist, now that I’ve been going about once a week. The drill. That shit is annoying. It rattles my whole head, and it whines like a bitch in heat, and even when I’m not so enraged about nothing because my hormones are out of control and my uterus is trying to kill me, I want to shout, “Hey, bitch! Could you get on with it, already? That shit’s fucking annoying!”

It’s great motivation for taking damn good care of my teeth, though. I’ll do just about anything to avoid having drills in my mouth again after my final filling appointment.

When we get there, there’s a lady holding her child (biologically female) on her hip, and keeping an eye on her friend’s infant (biologically male). The infant sneezes, and his blue pacifier pops out of his mouth. The child suddenly realizes she doesn’t have her pink pacifier, so she reaches into the stroller to take the infant’s.

Mom takes the infant’s pacifier from the child and says, “No, that’s his pacifier. Blue is for boys. It’s a boy color. Here’s your pacifier. It’s pink. Pink is for girls.”

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I wanted to say something, but it’s not my business. They’re not my children. It’s not my place to school a stranger at the dentist on how she raises her child.

But, man. I really wanted to.

What would you have done?

Edited to add:

And then this happened: This boy with a doll told off a judgemental toy shop customer with just four words.

Isn’t it funny how the gender police are not at all worried about telling people how to care for their children?

Last year (I love saying that in January, as if what I’m talking about was more than a few weeks ago.), I posted about feminist fanatics refusing to look at reality when it hurts their cause.  A while ago, the opinion of this chick on the intarwebs prompted me to write feminist organizations asking for their stances on BDSM relationships.  But even through all that, I’m still not sure I’ve given a clear view of how I feel about the subject of feminism.

I’ve never said I’m not grateful for women’s liberation, or that I don’t believe in at least a part of their cause.  But as I’ve said before, I do take issue with someone who doesn’t even know I exist deciding what’s best for me.  And I think things are getting a little out of hand.

I don’t know whether or not I agree with the conviction that’s popping up everywhere, these days.  The belief that we no longer need the feminist movement.  I mean, on the one hand, I think things are getting a little out of control because, while not everyone involved in the feminist movement is trying to free women from even themselves, the ones who are are pretty outspoken.  Sometimes, they’re the only ones who can be heard.

On the other hand, there are still women in America (Not to mention other countries, but let’s be honest.  We have no right or responsibility to tell countries most of us have never even heard of, let alone visited or lived in, how they should live their lives.  Seriously.) who need help.  Who need someone to stand up for them.  I’m just not one of them.  Neither are any of my friends.

I guess it just irritates me that people are so presumptuous.  We appreciate your concern, but it’s not warranted.  You know?

I am absolutely for giving both men and women the right to choose how to live their lives.  I think we should all have equal rights if we want them.  I absolutely believe we should all be paid according to our skill set and not our gender (or race, or religion, or social status, or supposed birth right, or whatever).

I’ll admit, I used to fantasize about something resembling Gor.  But that’s just cause it gets my girl parts all hot and bothered.  I know the reality of things is that eventually, a world like that would implode on itself.  Why? Because the storyline is basically world history with a little sci-fi and extra sexism thrown in.  And we seem damn near on the verge of imploding on ourselves all. the. time.  It’ll happen one day.  I hope to whatever controls the fates, if anything, that it will be long after my line has died out.  Read more…