What would it take to end the cycle of interblogger violence occasioned by Amanda’s ascension to Edwardian Blogatrix, at least here at PW (if you guys don’t mind my suggestion)? One thing, and one thing only:
Please apologize to the Duke Women’s Lacrosse Team.
I’m not even asking that Amanda apologize to the guys. They’re going to exact their apologies through the legal system (perhaps Edwards will take it on pro bono).
That’s all she has to do, and we’ll leave her alone. Fair?
I don’t know whether Amanda actually accused the Women’s Team of anything, as Feministing did, but, you see, the Duke Men’s Lacrosse Team didn’t rape the accusers personally, either. The Patriarchy did.
Um, she could stop calling the guys rapists, too. That would be helpful.
You’re not holding your breath, are you, Buddy? Because I don’t hang out with blue people, unless they’re cutting my lawn.
Why would we, and why should we?
Because the Women’s LaCrosse team was CORRECT all along. They were vilified by people who profess to love equality and believe people are innocent until proven guilty but throw all that out if the victims are white, male OPPRESSORS!!!1
Those men did nothing wrong and deserve no punishment. Those that attacked them or their supporters should apologize.
An apology? What the hell do you think she is, a conservative? You’d get better odds on asking her to do a pole dance for the Lacrosse team.
The Women’s Lacrosse Team are gender-traitors, Dan, because they didn’t automatically, dogmatically, and reflexively stand by The Woman no matter what.
Expect no apologies for Bravely Standing Up To The Truth!
How about I start.
Dearest Amanda, I am sorry for being born with the Y chromosone. I would change that If I could. But I had no control over the DNA that raped my mothers X chromosones and dominated with Y.
You know, Looking at her pictures, It would appear that she has three X Chromosomes. Acording to wikipedia XXX girls tend to be tall and thin and are often shy. They have a higher incidence of dyslexia which might explain her incoherance on many issues. Funny, I always thought that ‘Triple X’ girls were mosly exhibitionists.
Dear Amanda, and womyn everywhere.
I’m sorry that I am able to stand up to pee. I’m sorry that I can leave the seat up when I’m done. I’m sorry that when I take my truck to the mechanic he assumes I know what’s wrong and doesn’t try to sell me a lot of extra work I don’t need—and I’m sorry that when some idiot does try to sell me more work than I need, I’m able simply to look at him and say, “No.”
I’m sorry that I don’t need foreplay. I’m sorry that I can kill spiders without a second thought. I’m sorry I know how to parallel-park. And I’m sorry the TV remote is astrally imprinted to my soul and won’t work properly for you or anyone else without a Y chromosome.
I’m sorry I was born male into a male-dominated world. I’m…
Aw hell, no I’m not.
I would like to hear her opinion on the Juanita Broderick case.
Probably involves a $20 bill and a trailer park.
Dan, you might want to take a look at this.
http://durhamwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/02/edwards-fiasco.html
I’m not apologizing for being a man. Why? Men are happy. Why? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. {To hell with Hillary} You can never be pregnant. You don’t bleed between the legs. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because “this one is just too icky.” You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles and grey hair add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you are talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes rarely cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone conservations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all of your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe even decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big hips. One wallet, one pair of shoes and one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can “do” your nails with a pocket knife. You can go Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on 24 December, in 25 minutes. Finally, you have a penis, not a vagina.
Yeah, Sgt. York, but what about breast envy?
I guess you didn’t hear, Amanda is now Amynda. She didn’t want man infecting her name.