The sacrificial rituals of early 21st America

Their gods needed a sacrifice for the women had become two bold. The audacity! With hashtags #MeToo #TimesUp and #withher feminists were stirring up trouble.

The #maga oracle had predicated that there was a new battle for our civilization. These anti-patriarch feminists were going to set civilization back ten thousand years. The oracle swigged the ancient scotch, the vessels swelled and his visage glowed blood red. He roared a battle cry. “The gods INSIST.” He bellowed.

He whispered to the king. “But Hillary.”

The oracle’s image flickered blue in the homes of the faithful. They rose from their recliners and gathered in the new Public square.

The CEOs wore their power suits and flashed their extra cash around. The ministers carried their holy books and read passages written by the sacred early misogynists that promise hell fire for the disobedient. Members of the NRA paraded in camouflage carrying their rapid fire armaments. College boys bore tiki torches, their khaki legs marching in lock step while they chanted “lock her up, lock her up”

“Hang the treasonous bitch” a lone voice called. The mob was filled with bloodlust and the chanting climbed louder.

“Not the flesh.” The oracle cried. “Not the flesh. We do not need a martyr to fan the feminist fires!” But his voice slurred and few could make out his words.

The crowd parted for the #maga sisterhood. They flowed past their men in their ceremonial stilettos. They smiled through painted lips. They were hungrier than the men for they had to demonstrate their loyalty. They carried the pantsuited effigy to the foot of the king’s golden throne.

“Her emails” they chanted.

Then the maga sisters tore the effigy to shreds before dousing it with lighter fluid. The most bleached moved her arms in rhythm to the chants. She flashed her sparklers like pom-pom’s and then tossed it onto the effigy.

A roaring fire rose and brought a feverish blush to the apples of her cheeks.

“So hot.” The king mumbled then tweeted.

“Women love me. Long live the king.”

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Inspired by Bannon’s comments about anti-patriarchy, trump’s obsession with Hillary and the daily prompt: insist.

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/insist/”>Insist</a&gt;

Bewildered by these women today

The old men peddle shame.

How can you blame them?

Their mamas lied to them.

Their wives lied to them.

The elders let their boyhood selves stand on soapboxes while their sisters clapped.

“Sit with the men. The girls will handle dinner.” The mamas said.

The papas grinned. “You are a chip off the old block.”

It’s anatomy and all that!

It’s biochemistry!

It’s the natural order!

Who could blame the old men now?

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Inspired by gender bias in politics and the daily post, bewildered

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bewildered/”>Bewildered</a&gt;

Images of elegance

Michelle Obama’s elegant outfit harkens back to Kate Hepburn.

Some say there is no such thing as white privilege.

But google images tell me otherwise.

Screenshot of top images for a google search for “elegant women.”

Inspired by Daily Word

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/elegance/”>Elegance</a>

photo credit, Michelle Obama: TYLER GOLDEN/NBC/NBCU PHOTO BANK/GETTY IMAGES

The unsettling

Powerful, talented men are falling all around us. Falling stars who attracted wishes and dreams and burned up women’s hopes like delicate moth wings.

We are all more than a little uncomfortable. The tower of patriarchy is crumbling. Even the foundations are cracking. We are finding that the foundation we built our culture is not bedrock but landfill and all this #metoo revelations aggregate into an earthquake. But unlike a natural disaster, this man-made disaster will clear the field for the rise of a stronger culture for both men and women.

But this powerful movement is also being exploited.

False equivalencies flow from partisan mouths. A proposition is not the same as an assault. Consensual sex with an adult is not the same as pedophilia. Harassment is not the same as rape. Even harassment has levels. I know these things from my own life experience but these are not just personal opinions. The legal and criminal codes of our country define what is a civil violation and what is criminal.

Our legal system has the tools to address harassment, rape and child abuse. Our workplaces have the policies. We need to remove the cultural and social obstacles that mute the victims while preserving due process.

We need to complete fair investigations on the accused. The court of public opinion just buries the truth in propaganda and partisanship.

I want investigations into the allegations against franken, trump and others and then fair judgement and commensurate consequences.

It looks like we are not ready for that kind of balanced action. We are in full disaster mode. The spectacle and passions drive us.

Today I’m trying to steady the ground in my own small way.

No Joke, Ivanka.

Photo credit; MANISH SWARUP, AP

“I have seen firsthand that all too often, women must do more than their male counterparts to prove themselves at work.” – Ivanka Trump

At the Global Entrepreneurship Summit in India, Ivanka acknowledged (lamented) that women often have to work twice as hard to get the same things.

No joke.

No joke.

I want to type no joke down the page for the rest of the morning.

No joke.

In case you are wondering no joke is how my fingers are translating the curse words filtering through my brain.

The problem is Ivanka has often used the hardships of sexism to elevate her own struggle and connect with the less privileged among us. It’s good for her brand.

Wait. Did I type struggle?

Struggle?

Struggle.

Fingers resisted the urge to put quotes around the word struggle.

No joke.

There I go again. I’m glad my fingers are good at censoring.

Yes. Ivanka. We know.

We are underrepresented in government and leadership positions.

We make less money. Current research projects that we we reach pay equity in 2119. Just in case you think i made a typo, the projection is not two years but one hundred and two years.

Our sports achievements are diminished and under compensated.

The most person for the presidency was over prepared, too experienced, too good at debates to be relatable.

No joke, Ivanka.

No joke.

Perspectives on Al Franken from a humorless feminist.

“How many feminists does it take to change a lightbulb?”

“That’s not funny”

My uncle laughed and then explained the joke to my son.

My son laughed.

I lectured my uncle about modeling sexism and diminishing women with cheesy jokes that made us choose between laughing along like a good sport or being ridiculed as a humorless feminist.

I said it in one breath without stopping.

Yes. I was the living punchline.

The thing is I don’t mind being seen as a humorless feminist. I’ve always found that comedy is often cruel. Cheap laughs prey on the vulnerable. Which brings me to the topic of the Al Franken scandal.

I’m angry about Al Franken and all of the other men who objectify women for pleasure, power or laughs.

His comedy and his actions are in the spotlight. Conservatives who were seeking to change the narrative from Roy Moore’s predatory pursuit of teenage girls have had some success.

Al Franken was wrong. He apologized and Leanne Tweeden, accepted his apology. Tweeden showed a lot of strength coming forward and voicing a balanced perspective.

As Tweeden stated, Al Franken has done good work in the Senate. He’s been a strong advocate for women’s rights and civil rights. He’s worked hard for some of the very groups he marginalized with mean-spirited comedy.

An apology doesn’t make everything okay. Not by a long shot.

Everyone involved including Franken agrees that an investigation is in order. I want it to be thorough and fair: a model for future investigation into Trump’s sexual assault accusations.

In the meantime, I would like Franken to stay in office and vote against every anti-woman legislation that comes up to vote. I know we can count on him for that.

Surprised

We learned that even your nice guy friend could climb into your bed in the middle of the night uninvited. But he’s a nice guy right?

We learned that we would be called cockteases for not having sex and sluts for having sex.

We heard about the desperately “excruciating” blue balls and how we were obligated to relieve the pain.

We were chased through campus by guys that thought it was funny to act like they were going to rape us and hid while we heard them searching the dorm bathroom for us because we thought they just might.

We had friends’ dads’ hands linger too long on our hips as they squeezed by us in the kitchen.

We had bosses give us extravagant gifts and confess feelings that we never wanted to hear.

We watched our drinks in parties full of nice people and bars with friends.

As the headlines provide daily revelations about nice decent men who have done indecent abusive things, we are not surprised.

We have seen it our whole lives.