Pho lurches into absurdity, as usual
Fri, Apr 25, 2008
So this whole TNR cover debate, as I expected, now goes completely absurd, thanks to Phantasitcness phrom the Phoolishness of Pho. I’d ignore it, but when someone accuses you of “hatred of women”, and then brings DOMESTIC VIOLENCE into it, well, I have to respond.
Tim your entire post is not about a woman whose personality or politics you disagree with, but broadens that discussion into women in general. Then we move from sexism to actual misogyny with this:
All the thought bubbles in the TNR cover could just as easily have been uttered by, oh, Jill on numerous blogs yesterday, or a wife whose husband asks her to pass the Doritoes, but instead delivers a blow to his head with her IKEA lamp.
And you have moved beyond the pale. We know the overwhelming bulk of domestic violence is perpetrated on women by men. But you site an apocryphal Ikea-wielding crazy woman to put all the onus on all women.
Phirst of all, Pho, get permalinks phor your comments. They were invented years ago for precisely this purpose, i.e., discussing something in a comment thread and then linking to the relevant comment, rather than THE ENTIRE THREAD, WHICH I HAVE NOW HAD TO LINK TO ALMOST HALF A DOZEN TIMES BECAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE PERMALINKS ON YOUR COMMENTS. It ain’t hard.
Second, get a sense of humor, Pho, or at least proportion. Pho hates it when I accuse him of taking himself too seriously, which he does regularly, because Pho was a Phormer Prosecutor, and therefore everything comes down to some legal argument which Pho bootstraps whenever he needs to take a shot at someone. Just because you’ve prosecuted people, Pho, doesn’t mean everytime you whiff some kernel of a crime you get to put your little Deputy Dog hat on and save the Phucking world.
Third, I have a lot of friends who are married, or have girl friends, or have mothers or sisters, who have things thrown at them in fits of irrational “I am woman, you don’t understand, hear my ass roar” ravings. It’s not domestic violence, it’s called an argument. If a male threw something at his wife, he’d be in jail. If a woman does, it’s called “we don’t understand”. Happens every single day. Go arrest them! Pho to the rescue!
As for the underlying charge that I hate women, I’ve been hearing that for a long time. No, I don’t hate women. I hate when women act like complete lunatics, or act like they get to foist their bullshit on everyone else in the name of femalehood, or hide behind their ovaries to sell us a complete line of crap, or use their victimhood complex to be total phonies. Kinda like Hillary Clinton is doing on a daily basis.
If you’re going to engage in the blogosphere, male or female, being called out on your bullshit comes with the territory. Blogosphere bullshit meters don’t apply to interpersonal relations, which is why people like Jill get away with this crap for their entire lives. That’s fine. But bring it into the blogosphere, and you’d better be prepared to have it pulled apart nine ways from Sunday and told you’re…ahem….Phull of it.
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April 25th, 2008 at 12:31 pm
…have you added permalinks to a theme that doesn’t include it?
nevermind. i know the answer to this one already.
php ahoy!
PS - Throwing things at each other goes beyond a simple argument if you ask me. I’ve never had anything thing thrown nor thrown anything at my wife. I actually don’t know any women who have done it, nor any men who have either. I do consider it violence. Maybe you need new friends?
April 25th, 2008 at 12:47 pm
eric,
we both know you are married to the most wonderful woman on earth. most marriages are not as good as yours. i suspect the majority of marriages feature the occasional crazed moment.
what i’m pointing to here is a sentiment that is recognizable, whether or not you’ve experienced it yourself.
April 25th, 2008 at 9:42 pm
A stand-alone lamp hit the living room carpet at my place about a week ago. It’s still intact, but it hit the floor with a solid thud that made me jump. Something like this usually happens about once or twice a year and most often results from a discussion becoming so heated that I turn my back on her to let the situation cool down. She doesn’t like it when I turn to walk away. She’d rather see me turn red in the face and scream. I dunno. She’s oftentimes irrational. lol