I swear I intended to post on something positive next… but then I found this. I’m just fucking speechless. (Don’t look if you don’t want to visualise someone out there thinking child sexual abuse is a real thigh slapper).
Blurk!
I have to go away and think about something nice for a while.
Fat puppies. Orange gerberas. Cycling down a hill. Watermelon-juice slushies. The smell of rain.
….any better?
Thanks Lauredhel, I **seriously** needed some nice visuals.
And for what it’s worth, the post I have scheduled for tomorrow morning is hilarious and rape-joke-free. Preview it here.
Sometimes people think we feminists are exaggerating the problem.
We aren’t.
The more things change, the more they stay the same, right? Think happy thoughts, indeed.
Hmmm. Well, I just bought my son a “Mr Happy” T shirt, in the original “Little Miss/Little Mister” style. Does that cancel out the nasty version?
Oh bluemilk. It’s not a problem, it’s just that feminists lack a sense of humour!!!
Best T-shirt ever was one a friend made me: Little Ms Feminist.
I’m giong to visualise all the roses I’m going to plant this winter. Also, some cake. And a rainbow. And some butterflies …
Yuck. As someone commented on that site – who would seriously consider going out with a man wearing that t-shirt?
It’s not ironic, it’s moronic.
And yes, I’m thinking about fluffy kittens, blue jelly and my son’s smile.
On behalf of men, I hang my head in shame. Or maybe I hang their head in, well, a noose is good for hanging, right?
All I can say is that I too am absolutely speechless.