Heart of Snarkness

I’m not sure why (maybe the lack of genitalia?) but this isn’t even dirty at all, it’s just funny.

(Source: sammyxmenchaca, via rose-arie-deactivated20120730)

“It’s easy to see why the lowest-ranked country is Yemen, where 55 percent of women are illiterate, 79 percent do not participate in the labor force, and just one woman serves in the 301-person parliament. Horrific news reports about 12-year-old girls dying in childbirth do little to stem the tide of child marriage there. Instead, demonstrations in support of child marriage outstrip those against it, fueled by clerical declarations that opponents of state-sanctioned pedophilia are apostates because the Prophet Mohammed, according to them, married his second wife, Aisha, when she was a child.”

Then — the 1980s and 1990s — as now, clerics on Saudi TV were obsessed with women and their orifices, especially what came out of them. I’ll never forget hearing that if a baby boy urinated on you, you could go ahead and pray in the same clothes, yet if a baby girl peed on you, you had to change. What on Earth in the girl’s urine made you impure? I wondered.

Hatred of women.

How much does Saudi Arabia hate women? So much so that 15 girls died in a school fire in Mecca in 2002, after “morality police” barred them from fleeing the burning building — and kept firefighters from rescuing them — because the girls were not wearing headscarves and cloaks required in public. And nothing happened. 

What hope can there be for women in the new Egyptian parliament, dominated as it is by men stuck in the seventh century? A quarter of those parliamentary seats are now held by Salafis, who believe that mimicking the original ways of the Prophet Mohammed is an appropriate prescription for modern life. Last fall, when fielding female candidates, Egypt’s Salafi Nour Party ran a flower in place of each woman’s face. Women are not to be seen or heard — even their voices are a temptation — so there they are in the Egyptian parliament, covered from head to toe in black and never uttering a word.

And we’re in the middle of a revolution in Egypt! It’s a revolution in which women have died, been beaten, shot at, and sexually assaulted fighting alongside men to rid our country of that uppercase Patriarch — Mubarak — yet so many lowercase patriarchs still oppress us. The Muslim Brotherhood, with almost half the total seats in our new revolutionary parliament, does not believe women (or Christians for that matter) can be president. The woman who heads the “women’s committee” of the Brotherhood’s political party said recently that women should not march or protest because it’s more “dignified” to let their husbands and brothers demonstrate for them.

I think there is some truth to this. The alchemy is where a lot of the fun is.

pussylequeer:

Betony Vernon photographed by Ellen von Unwerth for GQ UK, May 2012

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Why am I laughing at this? My god it’s so funny, but THEY ARE SERIOUS. OK, at least the guy is serious. The woman might have another agenda besides actually passing and enforcing her bill. Teenagers; I wouldn’t worry about her confiscating all your old used socks anytime soon.

‎”I put forth an amendment that outlaws the depositing of sperm anywhere other than a woman’s vagina.”

 ‎”If killing a zygote is murder, wasting semen should be murder.”

“Although E.L. James skips lightly over the more thorny aspects of BDSM, the sheer popularity of her work can only succeed in turning more readers on to further possibilities, and may signal a sea change in wider attitudes to consensual sexual acts.  Just as Twilight may have initiated a generation into accepting supernatural coupledom, Fifty Shades of Grey may introduce a whole new audience to the joy of kinky sex.”

There’s so much sex on tumblr; here’s some of a different kind. Very beautiful.

ecocides:

Common Kingfishers (Alcedo atthis) during copulation | image by Bohuš Číčel

(Source: rorschachx)

An honest (like, amazingly, frighteningly honest) account of living with a partner with a dangerous and very scary disease. A powerful article from a freelance writer in Waco, TX and the Atlantic.

By the time a man sees … OK, I’m not even gonna finish that sentence. 1. it doesn’t matter 2. it REALLY doesn’t matter. This is great for a laugh though.

p.s. I feel like I’m 7 years old writing these tags, this isn’t THAT funny, is it?