RIP Corazon Aquino

Former Philippine President Corazon Aquino, "President Cory," has died at age 76.

[Aquino] was swept into office on a wave of "people power" in 1986 and then faced down half a dozen coup attempts in six years as president. ... Mrs. Aquino brought hope to the Philippines as a presidential candidate, then led its difficult transition to democracy from 20 years of autocratic rule under her predecessor, Ferdinand E. Marcos.

That initial triumph of popular will — after a fraudulent election in which Mr. Marcos claimed victory, though most people believed that Mrs. Aquino had won — was a high point in modern Philippine history, and it offered a model for nonviolent uprisings that has been repeated often in other countries.
Aquino once famously said, "The only thing I can really offer the Filipino people is my sincerity," which I find to be a beautiful and powerful thing to say.

RIP President Cory.

[H/T to R-Far, who "had the good fortune to meet President Aquino twice."]

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A great big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff

I know we've had our discussions recently about the birthers - people who are certain that U.S. President Obama isn't eligible to be President of the United States, because he's black a Communist not really American.

But you have no idea of the deep, awful truth of where he was really born.

I have proof - carefully locked in a vault now - obtained at great expense of time and resources, of the actual birthplace of the current American President.

I have communicated at length with (redacted by the Shadow Proclamation), to obtain this amazing piece of evidence. It was quite expensive, finding a translator who could work out the extraordinarily difficult conversions between their time-measurement system and the local one, due to the nature of time as, according to experts, "a great big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff".

Without further ado - in fact, without much ado at all - actually, this whole post is 100% ado-free - I present to you U.S. Pres. Obama's true birth certificate. It'll disappoint the birthers, as it does indicate clearly his American citizenship.



I await my calls to appear on Lou Dobbs' show, to discuss this crucial new information.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Visionaries: Knights of the Magical Light

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Question of the Day

Suggested by Shaker Kevin Wolf, who notes it was inspired by this thread from last Thursday: If Shakesville were to open a movie studio, what would you like to see in production? Let your imagination go wild.

I would like to see Asshole: The Deeky W. Gashlycrumb Story, starring Jimmy Smits as Deeky W. Gashlycrumb.

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Morrissey: In the Future When All's Well

Apropos of nothing, aside from that it's been going through my head this afternoon…



Armed with wealth and the best of health, in the future when all's well,
I will lie down and be counted—in the future when all's well.
I thank you, I thank you with all of my heart;
I thank you, I thank you with all of my heart.
Lee, please stand up and defend me, in the future when all's well.
Confront what you are afraid of, in the future when all's well.

Every day, I play a sad game called: In the future when all's well.
Living longer than I had intended—something must have gone right.
I thank you, I thank you with all of my heart;
I thank you, I thank you with all of my heart.
Lee, please stand up and defend me, in the future when all's well.
Confront what you are afraid of, in the future when all's well.

Hold me closely, if your will allows it, in the future when all's well.
Paired-off, pawed 'til I can barely stand it—
The future is ended by a long, long sleep.
The future is ended by a long, long sleep.
The future is ended by a long sleep. Ahh.

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I got a brand new pair of rollerskates; you got a brand new key…

When I first got the rollerskates pictured in the images below, I emailed Deeky, under the subject line "Why I Am Awesome," the following message: "Because these just arrived."

Deeky: What the fuck are you going to do with a pair of rollerskates?

Liss: What do you think I'm going to do with them, asshole? I'm gonna skate!

Deeky: LOL! All I know is if my klutzy ass got on a pair of roller skates I'd be dead in about 15 minutes. But as a kid I was a skatin' motherfucker!

Liss: I was a skatin' motherfucker when I was a kid, too! Now I suck ass. It's not at all like riding a bike—you really do forget how to skate, lol. I was skating around the kitchen earlier, clinging to the counter like my life depended on it. The cats were looking at me like I was a killer robot from Planet Whatthefuck. It's going to take awhile to relearn how to skate.

Deeky: I think it is totally awesome that you're learning how to skate again. Seriously, who does that at your age?

Liss: LOL! Shut up! It will either be totally awesome or I'll end up in traction. In which case, you can sign my cast and mock me. Which will at least be awesome for you.

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Daily Kitteh



"Hey, Tils!"



"What?"

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Quote of the Day

"Women's rights workers in Afghanistan call for more aid instead of more troops. Guess which one of those things Obama is sending?"Ann Friedman, feminist writer and editor.

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Random YouTubery: Slap Chop Rap



"Watch this--you're gonna love my nuts!"


Warning: this may very well get stuck in your head.

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lol your post-feminist society

Shaker Bill in Birmingham sent me the link to this piece in New York Magazine entitled "The Hot Waitress Economic Index," in which the author purports to explain how you can measure the health of the American economy by how hot your waitress is.

In New York, we have our own economic indicators, often based on the degree to which people are being thwarted by the lack of opportunity. An old standby is the Overeducated Cabbie Index. The Squeegee Man Apparition Index is another good one....

The indicator I prefer is the Hot Waitress Index: The hotter the waitresses, the weaker the economy. In flush times, there is a robust market for hotness. Selling everything from condos to premium vodka is enhanced by proximity to pretty young people (of both sexes) who get paid for providing this service. That leaves more-punishing work, like waiting tables, to those with less striking genetic gifts. But not anymore.
His thesis is a combination of the ideas that: 1.) Restaurants struggling in a bad economy hire hot women to draw in business; and 2.) Jobs are so scarce that hot women who, in better economic conditions, make their living by scamming hostess, modeling, and high-end sex club work off well-placed friends, are settling for waitressing jobs.

But, hey—don't get your panties all in a twist, ladies. It's not like he's endorsing the idea; he's just saying. In fact:
The other night, I had a waitress who looked like Winona Ryder in her Heathers heyday. Winona Jr. was lovely, and she didn't spill a thing on me. But I would've been far happier if she'd been a bald dude with a nose ring.
You'd think a guy who preferred his waitstaff decidedly more male might acknowledge the fundamental flaw in restaurateurs in New York hiring hot chicks to increase business.

Btw, if you find yourself offended by this article, I should let you know that a commenter there has helpfully suggested: "Finding this article offensive means that you find reality offensive." Because of course we all know that "reality" is never objectively offensive. Someone should have told the WWII Allied Troops, so they didn't bother wasting all that ammunition.

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Man Haterz

Survey Says: Feminists report less hostility towards men than non-feminists.

I can't imagine the number of times I've pointed out (particularly in regard to narratives about rape) that it is anti-feminists' views of men—and, inevitably, men's allegedly intrinsic male (animalistic) nature—which are always extremely unflattering to men.

Most of these unflattering characterizations, particularly that men are brutish and that men are infantile, are blamed on feminists/womanists, but most FWs eschew such blanket stereotypes not merely on the principle that gendered stereotypes are anti-feminist/womanist, but also because FWs are keenly aware that male privilege is served by those stereotypes of men, as one (brutishness) is used to excuse intolerable behavior of men and the other (infantilization) is used to justify pathetically low expectations of men.

Anti-feminists love to curse these dreadful characterizations of men, even as they are hopelessly reliant upon them to bolster the narratives which protect their undeserved privilege. (See: Apatow, Judd.) They blame feminists as the source of demeaning messages about men, as a smokescreen to conceal their authentic origins and as a diversion from the reality that many men benefit from the very messages they claim to abhor.

The truth is, FWs give men the gift of high expectations and extend the kindness that is recognizing men are a product of their socialization, too.

Once upon a time, I suggested to Iain that something he was doing (which was pissing me off) stemmed from a latent sexist notion that it was his prerogative as The Man to do this specific thing, which is not an accusation I wield carelessly or often; I have little reason to, since Iain is rationally egalitarian—and viscerally egalitarian for the most part, too. Anyway, we talked it out, and Iain was generously honest, saying that, yeah, that was the reason he was doing it and, wow, he hadn't realized it, but, shit, that feeling was totally there, ick. No hard feelings; it's not like I've never been called out for deeply internalized bullshit. We move forward with a new understanding.

It took a long time to get there, though, and at one point, Iain had said, "You know, if you weren't a feminist, this probably wouldn't even bother you."

I replied, "No, if I weren't a feminist, it would still bother me, but instead of acknowledging that you're an indoctrinated member of a patriarchy just like I am, I'd just think you were being a lousy shithead."

He chewed on that for a moment, and then said, "Fuck."

That was the first time Iain really understood how my feminism was benefiting him—that feminism doesn't make me see problems that aren't there, but provides the tools which allow me to analyze and prescribe solutions based on a context larger than my immediate experience. And existent outside the narrowly-drawn borders of constrictive stereotyping.

Implicit, then, in womanism/feminism is not only the belief, but the expectation, that men are not brutish nor infantile—nor stupid, useless, inept, emotionally stunted, or any other negative stereotype feminists have been accused of promoting—but instead our equals just as much as we are theirs, capable not only of understanding feminism (and feminists), but of actively and rigorously engaging challenges to their socialization, too.

Feminists, of course, have the terrible reputation, but it isn't we who consider all men babies, dopes, dogs, and potential rapists. The holders of those views are the women and men who root for the patriarchy—which itself, after all, takes a rather unpleasantly dim view of most people.

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Monday Blogaround

This blogaround brought to you by Shaxco, makers of the delicious feminist confection, Vanilla Assumptions. Yum!

Recommended Reading:

Marcella: Carnival Against Sexual Violence 75

Paul: Fat Rights/Gay Rights (I want to send you over there with the explicit request to read the post as it's intended, which is not to play Oppression Olympics, but point out how one group (fat people) is being marginalized in ways which should be extremely familiar to progressives, because nearly the exact same arguments were used to to marginalize another group (gay people), and, in some cases, still are. Though it may be tempting to some people, for various reasons, to point out the differences between the two, and there are differences, it is the similarities from which we could learn something. I also recommend some of Paul's comments, particularly here, here, and here. Please be warned there are people playing Oppression Olympics in comments, sometimes to offensive effect.)

Karnythia: We Have Feelings Too or The Cost of Being a POC in Race Discussions

Andy: Hawaii Coach Sobs in Apology After 30-Day Suspension for Gay Slur

Symphony: "MOMS" Group Puts Up Billboard to Give Attention to Murdered And Missing Black Women (via)

Sady: How Not to Be Called a Racist: Several Easy Pointers from Sally Quinn

Leave your links in comments...

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lol your understanding of feminism

From Psychology Today, the awesome periodical which recently brought us this gem, comes evolutionary psychologist (read: believes women's love of shoez is located in their cunts and don't even try to tell him that not all women love shoes and really don't try to tell him that not all women have cunts) Satoshi Kanazawa's treatise on feminism, "Why modern feminism is illogical, unnecessary, and evil."

Well. Give him 1,000 thesis-as-title points, at least. I can't wait to read his upcoming piece in the fall issue, "What I Evolutionary Psychologized Over the Summer."

I am tempted to write a response entitled, "Why Satoshi Kanazawa's definition of modern feminism is wrong, wrongity, and wrongity-wrong," but I don't want to hoard all the fun for myself.

Have at it in comments, Shakers.

[H/T to Shaker Behshad.]

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More Fat Princess Mail

They're still coming in fast and furious. Here are a couple of recent favorites:

You are entitled to your opinion, as I am mine. All I really want to know is if you're going to try this game or not. It did seem to boost you into the blogosphere, so are you going to give it an actual chance, or not?
Huh. And here I thought all those years of writing and community-building and Big Brass Alliancing and working on presidential campaigns before I mentioned a video game in passing and piqued the ire of a bunch of misogynist, fat-hating dipshits is what "boosted me into the blogosphere." I guess that's just one of the many, many things I'm totes wrong about! You'd think after all the times random assholes informed me I was nobody before they heard of me, it would penetrate my BIG FAT HEAD, but I still doggedly insist on valuing both reality and my perception of it more than theirs.
Your article would garner more respect from the community if it weren't placed astride the saddle of that manatee. What a disgruntled creature she is.

As I see it you're a bitter fat kid in an older bitter fat woman's body, lamenting your youth as the outcast and pushing your views onto others. The world at large views fat people the way you described because fat people in general believe they're entitled to some sort of respect for living their lives that way. They whine and complain and never do a damn thing to help themselves out (by and large.. very large that is.)

P.S. Enjoy censoring your fat female circlejerk. Sony is so evil because they made a funny little game about rescuing a princess who has been fattened up to make recovery of said princess difficult.

P.P.S. Don't you think calling yourself "Shakespeare's Sister" is just a bit self-serving, by the way? Your ten-dollar words aren't exactly soliloquy, or even relative understudy.
Uh-oh! Looks like someone doesn't know how to use Google! On the other hand, he's very good at proving my point that Fat Princess appeals to fat-haters.

And now the pièce de résistance, reproduced with original spelling, spacing, and emphasis:
Hey!
You are no doubt a (in the words of my dearly beloved Island Nation) clever bastard.
I thought the headline "Blog note" (Which you have used on several marvelous occations was brilliant for your blog starting with:

"Hey, Shakers. I've just come home from the emergency room yet again. This time however..."

"Why was it brilliant?" You ask, and point at me accusingly.
Wel here's the deal:

Most bloggers would say "OMG I'm dying!" or "I can't feel my legs!" or something at that level, but you...
...You are a true master of blogging, and you need to substain your reputation as a blogger that cares most for your fellow human beings.
By calling your blog "A blog note" discretly, you are clever enough to gain extra sympathy, since let's face it, just as many people read this blog as always.
So by being so discretly the crowd, or perhaps "your crowd", that naive flock of sheeps immediately thinks what springs to mind.

For example, somebody posted something like this:
"Calling this post a blog note tells us just what kind of fantastic person you are"

The naive and thoughtless creature fell right in the sympathy trap! Thinking that you just wanted to explain things and didn't want sympathy!
WRONG!
Oh, dear lord how wrong weren't that ignorant minion, as so many others!

They didn't realise that if you were discret you would have said something like "I can't blog to much, health issues" or something, or perhaps not have blogged at all.

So when a person. No, when a soul, a bright and enlightened soul points out the fact that you're all about attention just like any other blogger, then your sheep covers their ears.
And posts:

"Can't she even be sick in peace?" (Or something like that)
This mindless, dumb and ignorant minion sheep does of course not think about the fact that if you have wanted peace, then you would have removed your hands from blogging.

So using your own form of sarcasm (The sarcasm you get from any blogger that have read "sarcasm for dummies") I will like to congratulate you with your success, and hope this message is never posted for your sake. Well, even though it's posted in any of your blogs you don't have to worry.
The pathetic, brainless, undead sheep you possess will shut their ears and wait for you to tell them when to open their eyes to another constructed truth you have created with your talentfull manipulation and blogging skills.

P.S. (Pro Sarcasm)

Don't attack PS2, just because it's slim.

I'm going to hurry over to my PS3 now, I need to rescue the princess before she gets fat. (wouldn't want a FAT princess... eeew...)

- Cheers from the UK!
In case you're wondering what the hell he's talking about, it's this post, from July of last year.

Now, accusations (frequently wild and rambling, always made by people whom I could never convince otherwise) that I'm being manipulative and attention-seeking and a generally horrid person after a post a blog note explaining my absence due to illness, being triggered, a family emergency, or, well, pretty much any other reason, are totally common. But it's pretty unusual to get one a full year after posting it.

I guess my thoughtful correspondent merely felt compelled to comment after making his way via one of the many new links (!) to the original Fat Princess thread, hitting the "forward" link at the bottom of the post a few times, and finding my dastardly Blog Note.

I'm honestly not sure what pisses off these blokes (and they're always blokes) more: My unapologetic and shameless public fatness, a woman with unapologetic and shameless contempt for a piece of what they regard as a male dominion, or the closeness of this community, so evident in every Fat Princess thread, such a marked contrast to any and every community from which they've come.

Bullies are always the most vocal detractors of the safe space, even as they evidently covet what it offers.

[If you made your way to Shakesville after the Fat Princess Debacle of 2008-9, here's the whole sordid pathetic affair, in nine parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine.]

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Inside Spudsy's Head

I don't know for certain, but I am pretty sure that if you could somehow burrow your way into Spudsy's brain, this is what it would be like. All the time.

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More Birthers


[Click to embiggen]

Pictured above is a ZOMG KENYAN BIRTH CERTIFICATE!!!eleventy! that is THE! DEFINITIVE! PROOF! that President Barack Obama is ineligible for the American presidency.

Except, you know, totally not.

Conservablogger Doug Mataconis points out several notable problems with the document here, like, for example, how the birth certificate is said to be issued by the Republic of Kenya nearly a full year before the Republic of Kenya actually existed.

WeDidIt, at Demographic Underground, notes: "The certificate number is given as "47,044" which is remarkable considering that Barack Hussein Obama was 47 years old when he was sworn in as the 44th president of the United States." And many people have noted that E.F. Lavender, the typed name appearing where the signature of the registrar should be, is the name of a popular detergent in Kenya.

I noticed that the date the birth certificate was issued, February 17, 1964, is the same date the US Supreme Court affirmed "one man, one vote" in the Westberry vs. Sanders case, ruling that congressional districts within each state had to be roughly equal in population, an important ruling in the ongoing partisan (and frequently race-based) gerrymandering that defines our national politics. The famous quote from the decision is one that might be appealing to a liberal hoaxer: "No right is more precious in a free country than that of having a choice in the election of those who make the laws under which, as good citizens, they must live. Other rights, even the most basic, are illusory if the right to vote is undermined."

The Birthers are, methinks, being taken for a ride by someone who's laughing hir ass off somewhere.

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What The Hell?



Shaker MamaCarrie, right

What the hell is that scowl all about? What the hell is with the Arctic ice floe behind you?? What the hell are you doing wearing camouflage??? What the hell????

[See also: Deeky, Liss, evilsciencechick, katecontinued, ClumsyKisses, Mistress Sparkletoes, Liiiz, Reedme, Mama Shakes, Mustang Bobby, RedSonja, MomTFH, Portly Dyke, SteffaB, Icca, Christina, Orangelion03, Car, Siobhan, InfamousQBert, Maud, Rikibeth, MishaRN, CLD, and Cheezwiz.]

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Big River, 1985


The ads for the Chicago production of this show, which opened on Broadway in spring of 1985, were all over the TV in the spring of 1986. I begged and pleaded for tickets to see it for my 12th birthday, which was in May.

I got those tickets for my birthday, and I got to bring one friend. I asked C, with whom I'd made friends that year, our first year of middle school. She and I are still friends to this day, and she still harasses me about my completely outrageous love of this play and how I listened to the soundtrack over and over and over for years after we saw it.

I can still sing the entirety of "Hand for the Hog" from memory.

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Rumorz

Former Alaska Governor Sarah Palin and husband Todd Palin are getting divorced. Or not.

I hope they do whatever's best for them.

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He's a Cute Kid and a Good Kid...

Presented with little comment (because I'm more interested in yours) about the nature of media coverage (and, of course, a much broader problem). You only have to watch the first three minutes or so of the first video if you're in a time crunch :-)





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Also, when I heard about Jill and Kevin's wedding entrance, I know I can't be the only person* who thought, had they been people of a different... complexion, that probably would've been perceived more like the joke in the first 1:15 of this video:



(i.e. "ghetto")

H/T Professor Rachel and MB via facebook and twitter

(crossposted)
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*Actually, I know I'm not. I have it on good authority that such a conversation took place in the comment thread here, but I can't get it to load!

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