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November 7, 2015
Whiny Bitch Privilege (How Slate Became the Little Spoon)
– some conservative, some liberal, but all actual men – who worked hard, crafted valuables with their own hands, killed and ate animals, fixed engines, got farmers’ tans, shot Nazis, beat up neighborhood punks, and provided a blanket of childhood security I didn’t even know I had. I’m thankful those men weren’t sad, spoiled victims going fetal with grief over normal life. I’m proud my role models weren’t, like Slate’s writing staff, the functional equivalent of angsty pre-teen girls. I’m happy the men who raised me were polar opposites of this Slate author, who’s pretty much Pajama Boy but without the masculinity. | chrishernandezauthor
Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 7, 2015 9:12 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Had to go look up jazz hands, never heard of it before.
Now I feel like a whiney bitch.
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at November 7, 2015 1:59 PM