Saturday, 8 September 2012
So, I'm starting a Campaign to Get Love Eggs Available on the NHS.
Posted on 01:34 by Unknown
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I know it's a totally weird position for a feminist to take but bear with me for a moment. [Or, bare with me. I haven't decided which is a more appropriate term right now]. And, anyways it wasn't my idea. Technically it was SaF's idea on the Mumsnet webchat with Naomi Wolf and SaF suggested that women start walking about with them in permanently so we are having perpetual orgasms and don't notice abusive men. I just think we should take it one step further and campaign to have them available on the NHS. That way no women would ever not be able to afford to walk around in a permanent state of bliss.
According to Wolf, lots of orgasms make women happier because of some freaky relationship between the vagina and the brain or some other totally stupid and scientifically asinine thing. I'm sure I could be clearer on this but that would require spending more time trying to work out what she was on about and I just can't be arsed. Helpfully, the New Statesman has published a review by the blogger Neuroskeptic which lists the ways in which Wolf is just wrong about female anatomy [amongst many other things]. She's also wrong about some pretty basic tenets of historical and archaeological research but, really, these major fallacies have never stopped Wolf spouting on about shit she doesn't understand [see for instance: her stance on the Assange rape case].
But, back to the to the love eggs thing. It will save a fortune on treating domestic violence. After all, women being magicked into dopamine inspired delusions of happiness will make DV disappear. Or, we'll be too stoned to care. Because this seems to be Wolf's premise, if women stop being whiny, men won't be obnoxious anymore. It's women's faults that men are shit lovers because we don't wank enough. At least, I think that's what she's saying. I'm not sure Wolf really knows what she's on about. The Mumsnet webchat was an embarrassing mixture of narcissism and self-delusion interspersed with moments of sheer brilliance on the part of Mumsnetters whose collective vaginas were a trifle confused by Wolf.
These are a sample of the questions that Wolf, for reasons best known to herself, didn't really answer. Well, some of them were answered with psychobabble, twaddle and general nincompoopery. Someone definitely didn't read Cordelia Fine's Delusions of Gender. And, it wasn't me because I should be getting royalties for encouraging everyone I know to buy the book. Pretty much everything that Wolf has hypothesised about the magical connection between the brain and vagina is just, well, nincompoopery. The point is we simply don't know enough about the brain to make the ridiculous claims that Wolf does and even if we did have the knowledge, defining science in such victim-blaming rhetoric is just offensive. Wolf has managed to write a book that blames women for not being happy. Thanks a fucking lot for that.
Do check the status of your pelvic floor before reading the following; just in case it's not in harmony with your vagina.
Or possibly this one:
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