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December 6, 2014

Ever wonder what a "professional feminist" looks like? Voila!


Posted by gerardvanderleun at December 6, 2014 7:24 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I only hope that Osama and all the others get the full 72 compliment of these- never known man (and glad of it I'm sure)

Posted by: YbM [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 6, 2014 8:23 PM

Poor girl's just plain ugly.


Posted by: John M [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 6, 2014 9:42 PM

That chick's another good argument for "Born That Way" - or close enough it doesn't matter.

Anybody who's ever taught Pre-school has seen plenty of little girls who are so pissed off at their almost-certainly-unmarried mothers by the time they're three years old that lesbianitude seems inevitable.

Posted by: Rob De Witt [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 6, 2014 9:55 PM

You sure that is not a fat 12 year old boy?

Posted by: Fat Man [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 6, 2014 10:00 PM

I think you made a mistake, that is John Lovitz isn't it?

Posted by: tripletap [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 7, 2014 4:44 AM

I think she's stalking the Pajama Boy.

Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 7, 2014 4:59 AM

Hmmm. Howzabout "Man, woman, humanoid"? as the "three sexes? As in, "It looks humanoid, but..."

Posted by: leelu [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 7, 2014 7:04 AM

I think it's a resurrected and much younger Tiny Tim. In any event, that is one f'ugly sob.

Posted by: Jack [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 7, 2014 8:29 AM

Why do feminists want to dress like boys? It seems analagous to Al Capone dressing like J. Edgar Hoover. You would think they would want to dress as feminine as possible, ruffles, bows, fluff, that sort of thing.

Posted by: BillH [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 7, 2014 8:35 AM

If that thing is female it is most likely suffering from severe penis envy.

Possibly genetically flawed, irrepairable, and incapable of any redeeming value, useless, worthless, damaging to others.

Poisonous, potentially contagious, and needs to be eradicated for the betterment of society.

Why is it still wasting our air?

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 7, 2014 9:29 AM

Let's all congratulate Jonah Hill on his epic troll job of the BBC.

Posted by: Rich Fader [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 7, 2014 1:05 PM

C'mon, leave her alone. Who cares what she looks like? God doesn't make everybody pretty and telegenic, only the freaks. The rest of us get to make do with his more normal thin gruel. If that's how she feels comfortable looking, go for it I say.

I saw a movie about Truman Capote visiting Kansas for his book In Cold Blood. It depicted Capote as an odd duck flamer, and the Kansans who met him first mistook him as a lady. But I also believe that it depicted Capote as someone who by his intelligence and ability to communicate, was able to interact with the Kansans.

I'm closer to being a Kansan than a bi-coastal culturati. I initially found the depiction of Capote to be off-putting. But eventually, I overcame that and focused on just what the smart people from both NY and Kansas are saying and doing.

Posted by: John A. Fleming [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 7, 2014 9:10 PM

I drove across Kansas one time. The most notable feature was the grain elevators. Manitoba is more interesting; they have Ukrainians.

Posted by: chasmatic [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 8, 2014 4:12 AM

I long for the good old days when something like that never ventured from its house or apartment. Life for them was not so great I suppose but we did live in kinder and gentler times.

Posted by: Jack [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 8, 2014 7:47 AM

I was out running errands, in the line at Walmart for meds. Behind me comes this guy, looked like he was on a Polack bowling team. Mid-forties, wouldn't know matching colors if it bit him in the butt.
"Whassatcha got?" He asks, pointing to the cafe curtain rod I'm holding.
I spoke not a word, showed him.
"Oh" he sez, "thought it was one a them canes. My buddy has one with four feet".
"Yes, when we get older we lose equilibrium." I said (my mistake).
"Oh" he sez, "I lost my equilibrium when I had that aneurism, back in '97."
"You're lucky to be alive" sez I.
"I dunno, I'm waiting for them to come get me. Y'know, go up into space".
"I'm five foot ten." I said with finality, "you won't need any money up there."
He nodded sagely and I saw behind his eyes he'll be chewing on that for a while.
The art of conversation, one of my strong suits.

Posted by: chasmatic [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 9, 2014 12:38 AM

Fred Reed's reaction:

By herself she could protect Holland from the ocean.

Posted by: DonRodrigo [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 10, 2014 10:41 AM

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