O, the Audacity! …To Be Young, Feminist and Built

MN Observer links to Ann Althouse’s scandalized shitfit so I don’t have to. Oh, and be sure to read the entire comments thread.

Now Jessica of Feministing (the object of this frenzy of onehanded wingnut conjecture) responds.

BTW, dear Jessica (says I): Keep standing up straight; chin up; shoulders back. You make me proud, kid.

*sigh* Yet again I find myself wishing I had a daughter, or daughters. No, not instead of my sons. In addition to!

Hey, where’d I put that “Estrogen: flaunt it if you’ve got it” pic I posted a year or two ago?…

Ahh. Here it is:

“ I could never be a woman, ’cause I’d just stay home and play with my breasts all day.” – - Steve Martin in LA Story

You might die of envy to hear this, Steve, but the attractive, agreeable, young (ie,  preferred) women and the fat old ugly man-hating feminists concur on this opinion:  Having breasts is fun!

UPDATE: When I posted this earlier today, I should have known that the fun had only just begun.

Julia of Sisyphus Shrugged to Ann Althouse:

Wank the fuck on, dear.

Hmmmm; I’ll bet Ann decides to take a different tack the next time she throws a tantrum because she wasn’t invited to lunch with the kool kids du jour and the Clenis.

Dr. Helen the Insta-Wife joins in:

We Don’t Support Gropers Except For Bill Clinton

..to which Amanda replies:

If you’re wondering what’s motivating Ann and Dr. Helen to hiss and spit in Jessica’s direction, the comments from their male readers in the threads bring it all to light. Ann even helpfully noted that she thinks that Jessica looks like Monica Lewinsky, so that her imagination-stunted readers put two and two together and got the idea “Lewinsky performed that oral sex we’ve been hearing so much about! This is important for some reason! Dark-haired girls must do that act we’ve heard about!”  If you want to start a research project on the relationship of sexual repression and right wing nuttery, those comment threads are a good place to start.

The fabulous Echidne has the last word (at least for the moment):

I am very tempted to join in the fray and to start sending arrows here and there, but I will restrain myself, don a neutral pin-striped business suit and write about something very erudite and academic.

Which is tits and their role in feminism. And don’t worry, I first bound my own breasts very tightly. If I stood slightly angled towards you I might come across as almost breastless. Or breast-free or something. Except that now I can’t breathe at all. Argh. Proper erudite feminism is damn inconvenient.