The Unoriginal Muse

Strange women decide that all men are rapists here (HT Silent Running), and conclude that all men are therefore scum because of that. The comments are always fun on sites like this. For example:

The hatred isn’t personal; it is a hatred of her persona. Beautiful women like Spears are hated by men — the same men who would be in the sack with them yesterday if they got a chance to be, or who would rape them if they thought they could get away with it.

Laughable. Yes, Spears is a bit cute, but would I sleep with her? Well my wife might have something to say about it for one thing… but even if I were single, I wouldn’t touch. The idea that you should waste something so precious as sexual intimacy with someone who’s public personality is so incredibly skanky is… well it’s off, lets put it that way. And then this idea that a man would rape if he thought he could get away with it? Some men, I can believe it. But all men?

Others seemed to believe that all men are rapists all the time. So, when my wife waks me up in the middle of the night demanding sex, I’m a rapist? Oh wait, I’m enslaving her in the outmoded patriarchal prison of marriage instigated by misogynist cultist preists only interested in subjugating women so they don’t need to expend the effort in hunting women down and dragging them back to their cave to rape them.

Obviously.

(Incidentally, the commenter above also made the point that the photos spoken about on that site - which I haven’t seen and which I’m not interested in seeing, thank you very much - were a breach of Ms Spears’ privacy. This is absolutely correct and it should be noted that all you pervs going looking for them are accessories after the fact under UK law, and probably US law too. Go look for those nasty porn videos she allowed to “leak” a year or so back if you’re so interested. I’m not.)

Anyway, that’s not what this was about, though it does tie in somewhat to the real reason for this post. You see, I recently found out that my family has some history in the media. I’d known for a long time that my mum worked for the Daily Express back in the 70s, or thereabouts, as she often likes to relate tales about her time there, watching the boat races, drinking champagne on the owner’s yacht at his many parties and such-like. She was a women surrounded by men who, nevertheless, achieved a position of some authority within the Express of the day.

At some point she moved back up to Manchester, where she took a position at the regional office the Express maintained around here. It’s in Manchester that she took part in the historical event that I recently learned about. You see, while in Manchester she ended up on teh staff of the Scottish editor, who had been put in charge of a new project; a tabloid newspaper that the Express group was going to launch to appeal to the mass-market. One of the early meetings required a video presentation to be made. None of the men in the room knew how to work it (they all had “help” to sort out such things, if they had a video machine at all - they were pretty new back then) so mum, being her usual self, decided to ignore all their chuckling and fixed it, just like that. That’s just a related anecdote. Mum was fairly pivotal in the project as a whole.

She’s not particularly proud of it though. You see, the tabloid was the Daily Star. Back then it wasn’t such a bad paper, comparable to The Sun’s current state, or perhaps the Mirror with more journalistic ethics. But. We know what the Star is these days… my mum started that off.

Though, from what she described, the launch party sounded quite fun so I guess it wasn’t a total loss.

I’ve been learning a lot of family history recently. A few months back, my Aunt Cathleen died. I only saw her when I was little, so I didn’t know her that well, but what I know of her makes me wish I’d got to know more. During the war she was a manager at the local Rover car manufacturing plant. After the war ended, Ford tried to head-hunt her to manage their new plant in Dagenham, an event that was unheard of in those days. She refused, mostly because of her father, but it’s apparent that she always regretted it.

See, ladies? That is misogyny, not some bloke wanking over an illicit shot of some tart’s vagina. A woman who could very well have changed the face of the country cowed into domestic servitude by her uncaring father, and it’s as much her fault for listening to the bastard as it is his for demanding she give it all up. You bloody neo-feminists don’t know you’re born.

And with that, I bid you all goodnight. My wife is demanding I clean up the mess I made of this room. Again. Ah well…