Singing Dogs and Gender Equality

Odd-Banner-CPromoting that your book (or movie or album or whatever) is created by a woman is like promoting you have a singing dog. The attraction is not that the dog sings well, but that it sings at all. Attaching the gender of the creator to the reasons why your audience should care about your creation is putting your work in the category of a sideshow freak. It’s something people gawk at, take pitty on, and applaud but never take seriously because it couldn’t stand on it’s own.

The gender of the creator does not tell the audience that the creation is good. Being male or female or whatever does not convey talent. People don’t buy Harry Potter because it’s written by a woman. People buy Harry Potter because it’s a good story.

In 2016 the only reason to put a gender to your book is because it wouldn’t sell in the fair and open market without it. You are appealing to your audience’s need to seem “open minded”. Most of these people aren’t going to actually read your book. They are buying it so they can feel better about themselves, give it a place of honor on their bookshelf and show off to other people how “progressive” they are. They are giving the singing dog it’s nickle for performing.

If women really and truly want to be seen as equals in the writing (or any) profession they need to drop the gender shtick and not be afraid to let their work stand on it’s own merit. To be judged just like everybody else. To stop hiding behind the shield of sexism and risk learning that they just aren’t good enough yet so they can strive to improve themselves and their work in the future. Without this risk they are just singing dogs. Nobody expects the singing dog to sing well. They just applaud that it exists and then forget about it when the next novelty comes along.

Rich women rub foreskins on their faces to stay young thanks to Operah.

Do you like to mutilate babes while making gobs of money? Sure, we all do! So why not jump in on this exciting new avenue of cosmetics made especially for the super rich. Human Forskin! You heard me right. Women in the top 1% of the economic food chain have now found a way to show off their misanthropy and continue to pretend they are still in their 40’s. It’s a beauty product made out of the mutilated genitals of human baby boys.

Now you’re probably thinking that this product comes from those fashion boutiques in France. But the best part is, this company is based out of Carlsbad California and one of the owners is OPRAH! Yes, our very own Oprah delights in smearing baby dicks on her face to keep that youthful appearance.

But don’t take my word for it. See this video with Michelle Park as she demonstrates how wonderful ground up baby dicks makes your face and hands and ups your self esteem by feeding into that sick psyche that some women have where they delight in the disfigurement of the opposite sex.

The Best Commentary on Feminism…

A Letter to All The White Knights…

Dear Every Male who says that “rape culture” is something we all live with, that women live in fear and that men need to go to rape training.

Fuck You.

It’s bad enough other women keep trying to tell me that I should be afraid every moment of my life, I don’t need a self-appointed white-knight to convince me that I need them to protect me from other males. I’m an ADULT WOMAN. I can take care of myself thank you. I don’t put myself in situations that may lead to date rape. I don’t park my car in areas of town that might get me mugged. And I DON’T associate with men who are scumbags. The men I hang out with, and the man I married didn’t need somebody like you to tell them not to rape. They already knew that because they are good people.

If you really think that men need to go through rape prevention training then I want to know what feminist re-education camp you went through  to teach you to control YOUR urge to rape every woman you see. You aren’t special. You aren’t “the safe one”. You’re a guy desperate to prove to a bunch of chicks who don’t want your attention that you are happy to stay in the friend zone for the rest of your life.

Stop trying to tell me to be afraid
Stop trying to convince me that I’m weak
Stop trying to tell the men in my life that they are just as weak as you.

-Kat Rocha