So this popped up on my Facebook timeline today.
I’ve been trying to learn how to pick my battles lately. Especially when it comes to things I find ignorant posted by friends and family. It gets tiring and stressful always arguing with those I care about, and it’s probably not so good for our relationships. So I’ll get out my angst out here.
There is a lot of thoughtful criticism that can be made about this meme and those like it. I could go on about how this meme promotes a toxic idea of masculinity. Or that only sexist assholes associate men with women and femininity as a way to insult them. Or that dictating what a person can or cannot wear based on outdated gender norms is sexist and oppressive, even when it comes to men. But this is not one of those responses. I was inspired to sarcastically write a poem instead. It’s not all that good, but here I go:
Battle Hymn to the Fearsome Pussy
To have one is an immense responsibility
as her demands are often burdensome and perilous
But to have one is to experience a level a pleasure unknown to those without one
She beckons, she nurtures, she is hospitable
She stretches, she tears, she bloodlets,
but she keeps on keeping on
(Many of) her owners bleed once a month
but they do not succumb to death
She is the opening to the space where new life is formed
And to give birth is to travel to the boundaries between life and death
stare the awesome abyss in the eye
and declare in a thunderous roar
“I see that you are trying to kill me
But I say to you
Not today MOTHER FUCKER!
NOT…. TO… DAY!!!”
Or in other words
She is not for the faint of heart
Not all men have earned the noble honor of association with her
Well… maybe this will change… in another thousand years.
(I could also point out this meme’s grammatical error. But I dislike grammar Nazism. Any who, my spelling and grammar are usually horrendous, so I don’t have much of a leg to stand on when it comes to that.)
The Rose Laden Magdalene 