It’s totally possible to be both (I was, a long time ago) but it’s impossible to be a womanizer and a feminist, which is really the grosser accusation here.
It’s totally possible to be both (I was, a long time ago) but it’s impossible to be a womanizer and a feminist, which is really the grosser accusation here.
So in summation you can treat women (because ex-wifey said herself and you are now talking community level) like shit and still be a feminist?
YES, this. Not to mention that when you read her whole post, it seems as though a lot of gaslighting and emotional manipulation was going on. That shit is fucked up.
Arguably, he put them there by being a cheating, gaslighting, reputation-shellacking douchebag. She just refused to keep covering for him.
Did you actually read her letter? She’s not saying her husband cheated. She’s saying that he gaslighted her for 20 years while he was a womanizer. There’s a big difference between committing infidelity and doing that. She says that she’s been diagnosed with complex PTSD since piecing together the truth.
The same exact thing happened to my sister!
Nothing sexier than a grown-ass man whining about having to go to Disneyland with his family!
Applogies - I’m honestly not attacking, your post just provided a convenient place to vent about an issue that had been bugging me since the Sprouse cheating post. It just seems like snark at the cheated-on for speaking up is weirdly common, and criticism of cheaters often an afterthought at best.
Eh, do you really think she should just slink off into the night?
A guy who worked next door to my office struck up a friendship with me. We were super cool for three years. No mention of a girlfriend. Then I see he got married. It was all over Facebook. I congratulated him. He got all weird and defensive about it. Wouldn’t admit to it. Demanded to know how I knew?
Lol, that’s a classic right up there with “my wife doesn’t understand me.” Why do they all use the same lame, dusty playbook?
I forgive her because she lived through sixteen years of her husband being lauded as a feminist god friend and champion paragon on virtue while he was actually screwing around on her. I would be pretty pissed off too.
I was bored and on Instagram live the other day and started watching the feed of this radio show I’ve been listening to for years. A few mins later the guy from the show I crush on DMs me. We talked for a few days and I assumed he was divorced because I saw no sign of a wife in his pics. So I finally think to be on…
The real work- and the hard work- is in effecting change. And that can be tedious, boring, and unsexy work. Work that requires constant self-examination and listening to others if one is a member of a privileged group. Work that requires careful attention to facts and detail. Many “protesters” don’t have the stomach…
I live in the midwest but I’m from Arkansas. It’s just as bad. Matterfact, I’d say it’s even worse. At least in the south, I know where I stand with everyone within seconds. We’ve got that shit DOWN. Up here, muhfuckas play with you for a second and then show their hands. Hotdishes don’t make up for it. Almost, but…
OMG, how clueless am I — here I was trying to figure out why suggesting that racists’ “women” love watching the BBC would be such an insult. All I could come up with was that the BBC produces quality television that intellectuals like.
God, I’m old as fuck.
You know, I am pissed as hell that the right wing has co-opted a flag that is supposed to represent everybody. They have also co-opted such buzzwords as “patriot”, “freedom,” and “liberty”, when they are about anything but these things.
I live in St. Louis and open carry is legal. After Ferguson, there was an open carry rally put on by the tea partiers (obviously meant to intimidate). Some folks from North City showed up with THEIR firearms (and their melanin) and suddenly the open carry tea partiers weren’t that interested in holding that freedom…
“I’ll never understand the sex appeal of a boozy cigarette-withered middle-aged man with a hairpiece fondly nicknamed a rat, not to knock Frank Sinatra.”