I’ve just been sent this by the awesome Lexy:
“The best engine in the world is the vagina.
It can be started with one finger.
It is self-lubricating.
It takes any size piston.
And it changes its own oil every four weeks.
It is only a pity that the management system is so fucking temperamental”.
She said she’s so far resisted having a rant about how insulting it is. I, however, have a blog so can rant away.
At first I was tempted to write “I’ll give you fucking temperamental” but that’s the whole point, isn’t it? So I have two choices: I can laugh and say how funny it is, thereby saying it’s ok to make jokes degrading women; or I can point out that it’s insulting and then have to put up with the whole ‘you feminists just can’t take a joke’ rubbish. (Hopefully that’s not the best joke you’ve got).
I read a great post by Melissa McEwan at Shakesvillle the other day, saying she’s not angry because she’s a feminist, she’s a feminist because she’s angry.
Why have we said no to racist jokes but still think sexist jokes are fine?
* I paraphrased this blog post title from a chapter in Emily Maguire’s fabulous Princesses and Pornstars.