Let’s Make a Deal

Publicity photo of Carol Merrill, Monty Hall and Jay Stewart from the television program Let’s Make a Deal. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You don’t call me a Feminazi, and I won’t call you a misogynistic asshole, okay?

If you absolutely can’t give up the term, just know you’re aligning yourself with Rush Limbaugh. I’m not certain that he is the originator of the term, but he is the one who popularized it in the ’90’s. I know, I know, you’re really in favor of equality, might even be someone who self-identifies as liberal, it’s just “those women” who you’re referring to. I understand, it’s only the emasculating ones; who have the audacity to want equal pay, respect, control over their bodies, and access to quality, affordable childcare. The right to not be strip searched and molested on the side of a highway. The right to not be under continual assault for appearance, or choices in love, work, or dress.

Lest I be accused of a man bashing post, let me stop and be clear. I’m also speaking to women who use this term. I know, I know, there’s nothing wrong with being a woman who embraces being a woman, meets Daddy at the door with a martini and a smile, ready to make that deal…blow job and meatloaf in exchange for an allowance. Because, yanno, if you’re an at home mom, taking care of the house and children isn’t really work. And if you work outside the home, you’re still the one primarily responsible for the house and children. Because, yanno, wimmenz work. What? That isn’t what you meant?

I wonder what you did mean, then. You, a modern American woman. Perhaps you don’t enjoy the right to own property, a right secured by earlier generations of feminists. How about the right to not be property? Or the right to vote. That must be it. Maybe you should share that info with the other women in the world who are still trying to secure those rights. Or the right to call the police if you’re assaulted, regardless of what length your skirt was, or if your assailant was your husband, your father, brother, or uncle.

I have a daughter, I’d like her to be safe. I have two sons, I’d like them to be safe. Silly me, I’d like to be safe. No one should have to live within a “rape culture,” yet we still do. Tremendous strides have been made, but no, it isn’t finished. Our society is a work in progress, and will be until every individual’s humanity is recognized and respected.

Feminazi. Really? Fighting for women’s rights is on par with the slaughter of sixteen million people. How silly of me not to make the connection myself.

Sorry Fringelings. This rant was brought to you by some disturbing comments seen on Facebook today. Not on my page, so I didn’t want to rant there. Now Mrs Fringe will go back to her thoroughly subversive, militant feminist crochet work.

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You preach it sista!

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mrs fringe says:

October 8, 2013 at 8:02 pm

😀
Come, we’ll burn our bras together! But not the good ones 😉

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*Mentally going back three or four days and trying to remember what I missed*

Then again, FB has been a real hotbed for the outrageous these days.

Now I know the truth about that afghan you posted about, though… 😀

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mrs fringe, as the daughter of a woman who raised five children alone, no help, husband dead at thirty, she with four kids under the age of ten and the fifth on the way; a woman who taught her four daughters to work hard and get a good education, never have to count on a man, to be honest and ethical; a woman who told me the world was my oyster and I was a pearl of a girl, and that the squeaky wheel gets the grease, a woman who allowed her son to make rockets and put a motorcycle together in the living room, who smoked pot with him once or twice and cried alone and sometimes lost it but always pulled herself together, who had a man and kicked his ass out when he made a move on me. . .

What was I saying, mrs fringe? About the strength of a woman, of women, who sometimes forget what they can do and should do, must do and will do. As women, as part of humanity on this little planet. And anybody who dares say otherwise, who dares suggest. . .

yeah.

xoxo kk

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