[These outrage-a-thons] are ignited by writers who are pushing readers to feel what the writers claim is righteously indignant rage but which is actually just petty jealousy, cleverly marketed as feminism. These firestorms are great for page-view-pimping bloggy business. But they promote the exact opposite of progressive thought and rational discourse, and the comment wars they elicit almost inevitably devolve into didactic one-upsmanship and faux-feminist cliché. Continue reading
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Is going on now over at Jezebel. Neat comments like this by kittenparty: “the nineties, unfortunately, are over. we can never have another bikini kill but we can have a NEW _____. and thank god for that. this glorification or the feeling of being stuck in third wave or postmodern feminism is a huge contention of mine. instead of harking back to what was we need to push for what is or what could be.”
Also, kind of awesome that FINALLY the leading question of the era is being addressed: how important was ’90s tampon tossing?
Okay, I’m not going to embed the infamous video of Moe and Tracie from Jezebel drunkenly disclaiming on pulling out as viable birth control, unwanted pregnancy, and how it’s okay to be reckless in Williamsburg because the guys there are pussies, but I will link to it.
Because I think it’s relevant to this conversation we’re having about sluttiness and regret: how much of sexual adventure is about knowingly putting yourself in danger?
I’m thinking: some.
That sure-I-was-raped-so-what video sparked an uproar about third-wave ladies having reckless, unprotected, casual sex and getting date-raped and not thinking it was such a big deal.
Kara, should we talk about that dance troupe of eight- and nine-year-old girls everyone’s finger-wagging about? Rachel Simmons just wrote a long, distressed post about them on Jezebel, in which she said, “But just because you can wrap your leg behind your ear doesn’t mean you should,” and suggested that a dance troupe with a less glammy routine was healthier.
Anytime anyone starts telling girls to express themselves in more politically relevant or socially appropriate ways (aka: wear sneakers, not high heels to be more feminist) I immediately want to pelt them with glitter gel. As if the girls have some problem, not the people who are watching them and imagining they are trying to be seductive. Continue reading