It’s probably a DOUCHE!

Proving that us panty-wadded ladies weren’t wrong, the shitface behind Hot Chicks of Occupy Wall Street likes to make rape jokes on facebook.

And you know, I am not at all surprised. There was never a brief moment where I thought “maybe the douche-defender who thinks us complaining feminists are just jealous of those beautiful women is right. Maybe I’ve had it wrong this whole time and street/internet harassment is really a compliment.” Because I fucking know better. Because I have lived in this world for 36 damn years as a member of the fuckhole class. Because even with grey hair and a fat ass I still get harassed on a damn nearly daily basis. (That ain’t a humble brag, y’all. That’s the sound of seething fury and barely contained rage.)

And shit, if this is what the revolution looks like- then I don’t want no part in it. Seriously. I walked away from the Democratic party and voting to get away from the liberal dudebros. I sure as hell am not gonna throw my support, my energy, my single remaining ounce of give-a-damn into some new order that looks suspiciously like the old order, at least as far as women, POC, etc are concerned.

Fuck that shit.

and I never will be. I will also never be Troy Davis’ mother. When it comes to the police, I am highly unlikely to be charged with a crime I didn’t commit. But if I was, the chance of getting the death penalty is damn near nothing for me. Same is true of the Kid. Because we are white.

Now before I continue, you absolutely must go read Renee. Go ahead. I’ll wait. *

Now I may be a lot of things that rack up points on the old kyriarchy oppression chart. I’m a woman. I am poor. I am a mother. Etc. Etc. But I am not now, nor will I ever be, the n***** of the world.

Now I meant to write this post when everyone was popping “I am Troy Davis” posts on their facebook. But I was working 11 hour days and there were other things going on. Then I meant to write this post when the Slutwalk shit happened. But I was working and there were other things going on.

But that’s all bullshit. I could put off writing about it because I am white. And racism really doesn’t do me any harm. Actually, I benefit from it. That’s privilege, not needing to give a damn or write a post or call out an injustice because it ain’t my problem. (Except that it is my problem. And your problem. And you over there lurking, it’s your problem too).

I have been I am Hillary Clinton, and I have been I am Spartacus (aka Melissa McEwan) but those are both, wait for it…. white women.

And yes, both the Slutwalk women and the Troy Davis posters were well intentioned. But intention doesn’t matter a damn bit in oppression. I am sure that the white folks who ripped Native children from their parents and sent them to Indian schools thought they were well intentioned too. I am sure that the asshole cop who started the whole Slutwalk thing with his comments on how ladies should dress in order to avoid being raped thought he was doing a community service. I am even pretty sure that John Lennon and Yoko Ono were well intentioned when they wrote that fucking song. They just wanted to point out how shitty the world treats women.**

But that shit ain’t right. Trying to fix an injustice using oppression is like a doctor trying to fix a heart attack with bacon. You just end up compounding the problem at another person’s expense.

*No seriously, go read Renee. Cause if you don’t it’s just one more example of a white feminist taking the credit for the hard work a black woman did before her. She gets to be the expert on race, cause duh. I am just an ally and often a lazy ally at that.

** Also it breaks the cardinal rules of language reclamation. You either have one, or you are one, or you don’t get to use the fucking word.

Haiti doesn’t need your yoga mat.

When in doubt, send cash.

So Friday I am standing outside my office, sucking down the brain-fog clearing nicotine that makes it possible for me to function in my job. I don’t take lunches. I take 2 7 minute breaks* to smoke so that I can finish my work and be home before 7. And Friday was a doozey of a day. Somedays are easy. Some days suck. Friday was a sucker.

So I am huffing and puffing and enjoying the 7 lousy minutes I take of not listening to someone yammer in me ear. When across the park comes DOUCHE!

Douche “Hey Becky, I see you. I’m watching you. Yeah Becky I’ve got my eye on you baby”

Me “What the fuck. You don’t know me. My name isn’t Becky.”

Douche “Yeah but I usually get a name when I call them Becky and they’re all (makes an imitation that one would recognize as a shitty, racist imitation of an angry black woman- so sexist and racist to boot)’I ain’t no Becky, watchoo talking bout calling me Becky”

Me (I cut him off cause..just no) “Yeah well move along, I ain’t interested” (makes the move along hand gesture)

Douche “Bitch if you didn’t want to talk to me you could have just said nothing and I would have been on my way.. blah blah blah”

So that’s what happens when you say no to a street harasser. But what happens when you do just ignore them and try to go on about your day?

Last night, coming home from downtown, a bunch of guys standing outside the drugstore. An Asian girl tries to walk past, and since they are basically taking over the sidewalk she has to dodge and weave through them while one is all “hey baby, hey baby, you look fine, hey baby”. She ignores him and his friends. So the Hey Baby dude is all “Damn did you see that Asian bitch.”

We are bitches when we ignore them, bitches when we say no, and sluts if we say yes. Seems like we can’t win no matter what. Makes a girl want to go all Hothead Paisan sometimes.

*Yes I could take an actual lunch and sometimes do. But I gotta stay until my work is done and I am so over 11 hours days that if it means skipping lunch I will skip lunch.

First a little history.

Seattle has a long standing (heh) community of homeless tent dwellers who have to pick up and move every 90 days (I think it’s 90) to a new spot of private land donated by a church or other organization. The fact that they get the 90 days took a decade of wrangling.

You want to talk about organization, they’ve got it. You want to talk about long term struggle with the city over the basic right to cover your head at night, they’ve done it. Long before the protests that are making waves now, these actual homeless folks got familiar with the police kicking down their tents in the middle of the night. They are organized to provide cooking facilities, bathroom facilities, cleanup facilities, etc in an urban environment.

They fought for years with various mayors over their simple right to exist and find shelter in a city that didn’t offer enough services for the working poor. Because of their epic battles with Seattle’s last mayor, Greg Nickles (douche supreme, btw) they renamed their encampment “Nicklesville” ala the Hoovervilles of the first Great Depression.

So now that we’ve talked history, let’s talk the Occupy Protests.

Last night was supposed to be the night of a 1000 tents at Westlake. There weren’t a thousand. There were quite a few, but not a thousand. And near the podium where the GA is held is a sign “Welcome to Nicklesville”.

Uhm no.

First of all- NO. You all haven’t been sleeping rough though 10 fucking years of homelessness. You all haven’t invited any members of Nicklesville to show you how deal with the sanitation/food storage & prep/ police resistance issues that these people much further down the food chain have mastered in all their experience.

You all didn’t join Share in protesting in front of the Gates foundation a few nights ago (Share is one of the non-profits that helps advocate for Tent City residents). It’s just a little mile march into Queen Anne.

You haven’t dealt with fucking Mayor Nickles. Who was a giant pimple on Satan’s ass. You all have dealt with Mayor McSchwinn, who really isn’t giving you too much grief. A little, yes. But he ain’t Nickles.

You all really want so lateral, non- elitist change, start from the bottom up by including the much more experienced folks in the process instead of just stealing their fucking name.

Feministe reports on some douchebag creating a Hot Chicks of OWS web site. Said douchebag, Steven Greenstreet, describes himself as “documentary filmmaker, video producer, 7D owner, comic book reader, sci fi nerd, atheistic troublemaker, and social media mercenary,” all of which taken together I have long since learned (through decades of exposure to hipsterdom) to read as “self-important socially-maladapted misogynistic ass.”

I swear, Andrea Dworkin is rotating at 7200 rpm in her grave.

to leave the State in the toilets in which you found them upon entering.

Keep handy next time some fuckwad says “They should get a job!”

Also handy, a little know your enemy from Sociological Images

And veto the Let Women Die Bill

What’s this? Could it be that Mr. Strong-Supporter-Of Women’s-Rights is actually about to show himself to be a strong supporter of women’s rights? Is President Fuck You about to spend some political capital to show us girlies that we are worth more than an nonviable fetus? I may have to take back everything mean I’ve said about him. I may have to volunteer for the campaign and throw my tiny dollars into the re-election fund.

Oh wait, re-election. A bill that won’t pass the Dems in the Senate. No political capital required. Empty words from the douchenoodle who made it illegal for insurance coverage to cover abortion unless you by a special, separate policy. This is just more hopey words from the King of Opportunism who just realized that without women, 60% of the Democratic party stays home, doesn’t vote. Doesn’t work the phone banks. Doesn’t blow up the fucking balloons. Doesn’t poor his fucking coffee.

For some of us (who still have a uterus and will either have to get sterilized or buy extra insurance) this is not enough. Too little, too late.

So Harrisburg, PA is bankrupt.

And Jefferson County, Al is probably next

While Topeka, KS has decided that prosecuting domestic violence is just too darn expensive, so it’s not illegal to beat your wife there anymore! Sweet.

I’m not even gonna place bets on which state will be the first to declare bankruptcy, but every damn state is cutting services to the 99% left and right.

But the country, the county will be just fine. Really. The country can’t go bankrupt. The country can’t actually go bankrupt, despite what all the talking heads and political yahoos try to say. Why, because modern monetary theory, that’s why.