Hate Rhyme: Ironic Omissions

 
H/T gawker.com.

Christian girl finds rhyming dictionary in woods, makes homophobic rap video without using the words Fellate or Masturbate.

Propagate, Hate, Date, Legislate, Reprobate, Innate, Trait, Replicate, Create, Dictate, Soul Mate, Imitate, Intoxicate, Fate, State, Originate, Eliminate, Debate, Regulate, Fornicate, Educate, Tolerate, Indoctrinate, Communicate, Participate, Calculate, Rate, Date, Hesitate, Fornicate, Donate, Violate, Candidate, Discriminate, Demonstrate, Devastate, Advocate, Hate, Late, Gate, Separate, Mate, Fate.

You think that was delib-er-ate?

Garden Grrl: OK. So The Outdoors Hates Me

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A benevolent garden.

Whether by accident or design, it’s hard to recall which, I live in a rural location. It might, on reflection, be a bit of both. The isolation minimises the possibility of encountering people, which is of great comfort to my socially anxious side, while I’m still just about close enough to civilisation to enjoy an internet connection, even if it is a little Heath Robinson in reliability and appearance.

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Dispatches From The Feminist Front Line: Choose Your Weapons Carefully

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Hilarious, but ultimately not that useful in a battle situation. Image via thiswastv.

There’s trouble in the trenches, people. Yes, the feminist frontline is once again in full mud flinging flow after an article in Tuesday’s Guardian posited that while a humourous approach to battle was much more fun for all involved (including the patriarchy, shudder), lately everyone’s too busy standing around making cracks to care about gaining ground.

Anger is apparently what we need. Anger and bile to propel us through the swamp of No WoMan’s Land to that mythical place we call Equality.

Apart from all the noise and mess, which does rather distract from matters of more significance, if we keep focusing our energy on tactics, uniforms, personnel and equipment, we’re going to be bloody knackered by the time we do haul ourselves over the top. Consensus is the most effective weapon we have – a blunderbuss to blast away the divide and conquer mentality that has made women judging and competing with one another over hair, clothes and make-up in civvie life the norm.

Right now it sits, forgotten in the corner and until we stop arguing long enough to take a look around, it’ll stay there.

Along with the women not fortunate enough to have a voice.

Morrissey: Notes From A 21st Century Newsroom

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Image: Mike Pont/Getty Images North America.

If I feel it, then others surely must. That’s the only thought that sustains me.

Morrissey, rookiemag.com, 26 02 2013

Editor: Wait. No. That’s not going to interest anyone, despite it’s hopeful simplicity and beauty. Go back to the interview and find something more provocative we can use to stir up the readers.

Footsteps recede as a weary, underpaid staffer returns to her cubicle to scroll through the interview again.

War, I thought, was the most negative aspect of male heterosexuality. If more men were homosexual, there would be no wars, because homosexual men would never kill other men, whereas heterosexual men love killing other men. They even get medals for it. Women don’t go to war to kill other women. Wars and armies and nuclear weapons are essentially heterosexual hobbies.

Morrissey, rookiemag.com, 26 02 2013

Editor: That’s more like it! Post away!

Movie Watch: Django Unchained

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Image via hitflix.com.

In a world where political correctness, guilt and ignorance conspire to make abstract debate on virtually any subject impossible without offending someone,  a humorous ultra-violent movie about a slave in America’s Deep South of 1858 should not have made it past the studio slush pile. Apart from the obvious issues surrounding guncrime in the US, there’s something inherently tasteless about aisles of middle-class people snickering into their popcorn as that word is joyfully hurled about like so much blood and gore.

It’s a testament to Quentin Tarantino’s irrepressible talent and guile that he not only got the green light to make Django Unchained, but he pulled it off, made an epic and, in a knowing nod to all the haterz, blew himself up during his inevitable cameo.

The man brings new meaning to the word irritating.

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Hilary Mantel: Something For The Weakened

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Insert spiteful but deserved because she was rude about ‘Our Kate’ caption here. Image: Stuart Wilson/Getty Images Europe.

Two weeks ago yesterday, Hilary Mantel spoke for over an hour to a sold out audience as part of the London Review of Books series of Winter Lectures. Entitled ‘Royal Bodies’, the author spoke of our fascination with the appearance and physiological details of royal family members from Ann Boleyn to Kate Middleton. She discussed fashion, pregnancy, perceptions, pressures and the social &  political complications that can arise from choosing the wrong outfit.

It was, as you might expect from a two time Man Booker prize winner, a thoroughly entertaining, insightful and at times appropriately caustic response to what is an abiding obsession of the British.

In days gone by, a person like Hilary Mantel, who has dedicated much of her life to the study of a specific subject, would have been considered an authority figure. Her evocative prose would have given pause to those of us less inclined to spend our time absorbed in literature and perhaps inspire some to further study.

Today we prefer to be guided by lazy news editors, who cherry pick specific contextual references to a current royal figure and present them as prima facie evidence of the author’s spitefulness. Far from being a figure of inspiration, Hilary Mantel is instantly transformed into yet another target of the generalised, apathetic ire we prefer to expend our excess energy upon.

At this point, ‘off with their heads’ seems like the least we should be demanding.

Reeva Steenkamp: A Little Respect, Perhaps?

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Image via @suzanne_moore.

If you’re still undecided in the debate about using semi-naked young women to sell newspapers, I’d like you to ask you a question.

Can an editorial team who thought it appropriate to lead their coverage of Reeva Steenkamp’s death with a photo of her in a bikini be trusted to make any decisions regarding propriety?

No. Quite clearly they f*****g can’t.