11/13/09
Here’s a fucking rant for you. It’s been a while, and I hope I can get this all in before my battery dies on my computer. Why this chaps my hide SO much is a mystery.... ok maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s perfectly clear why it pisses me off so much. WHAT PISSES YOU OFF SO MUCH MICHELLE?!?!?! When people refer to God as HE. WHAT THE MOTHER FUCKING FUCK?!?! I’m sorry, have you actually MET God? Right. NO. So how the FUCK do you know it’s a HE? Right. You don’t. I would like to take this time to remind folks that the Bible was written in a time when women were considered PROPERTY and stoned to death for being RAPED. The insertion of HE to describe God came from a mind set that men were the absolute rulers and women were there to serve them. How convenient for them that God is a male.
I would apologize for the volatility of this rant, but I’m not really sorry. This rant comes on the heels of a week FULL incidents that have me FED UP with male dominance and privilege- and that includes men of ALL races, not just white men. Somehow, if you have a dick between your legs, you are entitled to the following:
1) touching, gawking, groping, and talking to any female you wish. No matter how much she avoids eye contact with you.
2) Your are automatically given the right to be the first to pass through a 4 way stop, no matter when you actually pulled up to the intersection.
3) When standing in line for anything, you have the right to cut in front of people.
4) And last but not least, you have the natural propensity to sit there and wonder why everyone around you is not kissing your ass and praising you for how fucking brilliant you are.
Oh yea, I forgot this one: You think that you know how to pack moving trucks. You don’t. Men have distorted vision when it come to “making things fit” Please, if there are any men reading, the next time you help someone move, let the women arrange the truck. We’ll get it done in one shot.
But I digress. My butt puckers, just like it did before my mom was going to swat my bare ass with her “paddle” (a thin board with the words “Pat’s beatin’ stick”) when I here anyone, but especially women say “HE” when referring to God. LADIES! And hell- EVERYONE! God does not have a penis OR vagina!!!! For crying out loud!!! WTF?!?!?!? I can’t take it anymore!
You may be saying “Michelle, this is funny. But What the FUCK does it have to do with spirituality?” And to that I would say (in the mood I’m in right now) It’s my fucking blog!! I can’t write whatever the fuck I want! But in a different mood, I would say “ it’s about oppression. None of us are free, until ALL of us are free” All of the “isms” suck ass. Racism, classism, ism, ism, ism. But the one that cuts through ALL of that is sexism. In just about every culture and subculture, women are not equal. Lord have mercy when the day comes when women unite and say ENOUGH. We want equal pay, equal rights, equal opportunity etc., etc. This is my hope: That some day, in the not to distant future, ALL of the women in the world will be on the same menstrual cycle. Any men reading this are cringing right now, and women are saying “fuck yea!” Can you imagine? All of the women in the world saying “ENOUGH!!! You mother fuckers are going to learn to cook, talk to me with respect, PAY me the same rate that you get paid, give me that goddamn job that I deserve, and learn to wipe your ASS or wash your OWN fucking laundry!!”..... Terrifying isn’t it?
But the underlying issue that really sticks in my craw is this: when, where and who taught us that how we’re inequitably treated, it’s is OK?? And Why? Simple: Patriarchy, and fear. Well, I suppose it can just be boiled down to fear. Fear on men’s parts for losing the power that they so unconsciously hold in our society, and fear on the part of women for learning how powerful we really are. Chew on that on ladies. How many women do you know that constantly sabotage their dreams from coming true? How many of us perpetually set aside ambitions because we never “have the time” and yet find the time to do plenty of other things that aren’t as fulfilling as pursuing our dreams? Fear. That’s what keeps us from these things.
Fear is poison. Truer words were never spoken than “we have nothing to fear, but fear itself” Fear keeps us from taking chances, and CHANCES are the ONLY way to grow, evolve, find true love, and be happy. Fearlessness, is the tonic we all crave. Some of us get uncomfortable just thinking about the word. Fears are our guide posts to where we need be looking to find, and bring us closer to our deepest, truest selves. Fear has been used-and is still being used- to control people and to keep those in power, in power. This is everywhere! Governments, abusive relationships, greedy corporate types. These ASSholes use fear and hatred like weapons of mass destruction.... and not just a little bit. That’s EXACTLY what they’re doing!! Destroying our country!!!! AND THE MASSES ARE JUST BENDING OVER AND TAKING IT UP THE ASS DRY!!!! I’ve been called many things in my life... you name it. And I know that the passion and disgust I display for the direction this country has been taken in makes many people uncomfortable. But guess what? It’s people like me that you can thank when you you don’t have “health” insurance and your kid or mother gets hit by a car and they get taken to the hospital and you don’t have to pay a fucking DIME to save their life. Why? BECAUSE WE’RE FIGHTERS!!! The world needs those who are willing to stand up and say ENOUGH!
I’m a fighter. A warrior. Someone who stands up for what I believe in, and am willing to take a stand when something is seriously FUCKED. For a looong time I tried to stuff that warrior and fighter. I was made to believe that that part of myself was bad and should be contained. Why? BECAUSE I WAS BORN WITH A VAGINA!!! If I was a DUDE I would simply be.... passionate or strong. I would be a protector. I would be...... righteous.
I always come back to this analogy: Sometimes, the bully on the playground doesn’t stop until he gets his ass kicked. Then he shuts the fuck up. I am not advocating perpetuating the cycle of violence, but I have this very clear memory of when I was a little kid. My mom was cooking something, and I decided that it would be fun to go up behind her and bite her ass. I think I was maybe 6 or 7. She screamed in agony, turned right around and bit my arm. Then I screamed. She said “hurts doesn’t it!?!” “yes” I said through my tears. What’s my point? My point is telling someone calmly that what they are doing or saying hurts, doesn’t mean anything to them if they have no personal experience with that pain.
Fact: you never know what someone else may be going through unless you have been there yourself. You can have an appreciation and empathy for it, but the magnitude and scope of their experience is known only to them.
And now, I will go back to bed.
This rant is powered by the letter V for VAGINA, menopause, and the fact that women STILL make 73¢ for every dollar a man makes.
