Saucy TTWS Intern Becca Trabin Gets Political
To the Obama Volunteers:
Sometimes I get annoyed that total strangers ask me if I’m registered to vote every time I walk from one indoor location to another. I get annoyed that Obama volunteers ring my doorbell at 10:30 at night, make sure I’m registered, and then ask me to go get my upstairs neighbors. I’m so sick of having to tell people I’m registered eight times a day that I’ve resorted to snippy.
But then, I think about John McCain. And I imagine his cronies sitting in a lavishly decorated room, twiddling their custom-made cuff links, saying to themselves, “You know how we should peddle right-wing extremism? Wrap it up in some smart-looking T & A– someone with good highlights. We need a woman with a lifetime of internalized sexism rattling through her head. Nice legs, innocuous thoughts– a little pussy cat from Big Daddy Patriarchy. We need to get the Oedipal Urge Vote this election.”
I picture that scenario, and then I remember that it’s working. Now, I don’t condemn Sarah Palin for being super pro-life any more than I condemn Paris Hilton for gallivanting around as a spectacle of hotness, any more than I condemn Donatella Versace for doing this to herself. All of it is equally rooted in the cyclical process of shrinking away from gender equality after each Feminist Wave. It’s deeply embedded, and bound to take new forms each generation.
I don’t condemn them, but I wouldn’t want any woman with sexist social protection making important decisions for me. Obsessing over an attractive woman coming to power who’s against rape-based abortions is yet another sign of cultural illness. It’s the most grand-scale S&M fantasy I’ve ever heard. And let’s face it, if Hillary Clinton were still in the race, it’s uncomfortable to think about what our electoral process would devolve into. So to all of the obnoxious Obama volunteers incessantly harassing me about the election: Thank you. I’ll keep thinking pleasant thoughts about the erotic nature of Joe Biden’s strong character and sound judgment, just to even the score a little bit. Here’s a song of courage to keep you guys going.
liz | 4:15 PM | Uncategorized
Heavens,
What a visual array. I do believe that those may not even be the worst pictures of Ms. Versace. But as a fat-bellied, thin lipped woman, I’d have to say that I could and would not be able to go there. My money goes to other causes and my will belongs to me, not the photographed ideas of beauty.
OK, I lied. I’d love to have so much gelt that I could suck my belly out and puff my lips in. But that’s another life.
In the meantime, I’m having more problems with an elderly schitzophrenic man that I befriended knocking at my door, than any Obama folks. Maybe because I have a huge sign for him in the window of my door?
Besides the fact that I ask my fabulous, new, funky, punky hair-cutters not to make me look like a “soccar-mum”, I don’t know squat about them.
This is all that I’ve glommed about Palin, beside your post. There is an investigation about her firing her sister’s ex-husband, no?
Running on a platform of transparency, she’s fighting to cover this up. And, from what I understand, which isn’t much, this “Bridge To Nowhere” was something she was for, until it didn’t help her. But I could be mistaken.
Either way, she’s a complete back-lash to the entire Femanist, pro-female, women’s lib and Sufferagette movements.
The Obama video was interesting, but I’m not a Musicals kind of gal, so it left me feeling like I somehow missed the boat.
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