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I saw something yesterday that, as a woman, nearly made my head explode.
Yooooooou cunts. I’ve kept my yap shut long enough on your inability to take a joke. Trying to police our entire gender because you read some book on how to make your cervix more elastic than mine. But yesterday, one of the great female idols died. She was my hero since I was a kid. Carrie Fisher has been plastered on my wall since I was five. I liked that she was bossy, rebellious, her hair was on point. Carrie wrote women that were real, opinionated, and strong. She struggled being Bipolar. She stood up for the fact she aged on screen and didn’t back down to cliché beauty. She also had an incredible sense of humor. The woman was an icon. Not your latest reason to whine on Twitter. Not another reason to throw you hands up in the air and claiming the fates of 2016.
You know what you did? You waited for a shining spirit of female fortitude to breathe her last breath and you shoved your hairy armpits in to the face of Steve Martin.
STEVE “FUNKY TUT WILD AND CRAZY GUY” MARTIN. The man is a legend of good cheer. An altruistic saint. Friend of the late, and very feministic, Gilda Radner. A guy who lived through the late 60’s and 70’s when the foundation of feminism was laid and supported the cause. Before it was tarnished by you tank asses. When being a feminist actually meant something other than dreadlocking your roast beef curtains back so you don’t trip on them with your birkies.
“When I was a young man, Carrie Fisher was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen,” Martin wrote on Twitter before removing the post. “She turned out to be witty and bright as well.”
He gets to. He knew her. We’re all creatures on this planet and he was saying goodbye to his actual friend. Making a fine remembrance that her spirit was an anomaly. Not someone you rubbed one out to in college, while majoring in women studies, because she was one of the only chicks in a fandom swimming with sausage.
You burly slophounds bullied him until he had to remove his VERY personal goodbye because it didn’t fit in your labia-shaped nap sack of gender conformity.
I’m so unbelievably mad that he deleted his tribute because of you pie apes. His tribute should have stayed for her family. For her daughter. It had nothing to do with you and you trashed it.
So, speaking as a woman who can walk in to any boys club in America and hold the fucking room, STOP SPEAKING FOR ALL OF US. It’s almost 2017. WE DON’T NEED TO BE DEFENDED. MOST OF US CAN HANG ON OUR OWN. You know who taught me that? CARRIE FISHER.
South Shore Turtlegirl
P.S I hate you
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