It may take about a hundred years to change society. But no matter how angry many of us are that men will still attempt to assert social and sexual dominance over women in a crude and obvious fashion, the fact of the matter is that a sea-change is underway. And every time somebody says "Hey, that is not okay," and other people back him or her up, we get a little closer to equality.
We do not need to let them cast the argument in their terms. We don't need to convince them; they only marginalize themselves, and while a couple of loud shouters can seem like a roomful, the fact of the matter is that they are not. What's annoying political correctness to some is common decency to others, and more of us are moving into positions of social and political and personal power. We don't need their approval. We don't need the blessing of their power structures. Time to take back the planet.
And man, no wonder they're upset.
When you're used to being in charge, that's gotta sting.
And as Naomi Wolf pointed out a while back, there are more of us than there are of them. So why are we letting them define the terms of debate?
You can kick leaves over the plot holes later.
Progress notes for 01 September 2006:
New Words: 839
Total Words: 10,724
Wordcount for the year so far: 147,628 (I am such a slacker this year.)
Deadline: September 5
Reason for stopping: End of scene
Stimulants: ginger lemonade
Exercise: Going for a walk with ashacat and netcurmudgeon here in a bit.
Mammalian assistance: Mebd has gone to her vacation home in the country
Today's words Word don't know: unsubtly
Mean Things: Death threat
Darling du jour: She'd always admired his ruthlessness before.
Jury-rigging: Not so much, I'm going to have to go back and put in a lot of stuff, though.
There's always one more quirk in the character: Richard really will do what he just said he would, you know.
Other writing-related work: More CEM
Books in progress:
John Lindow, Norse Mythology;
The glamour!: I finally did those dishes. The laundry is waiting until after the novelette is delivered, though.
At one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
I had forgotten the chorus chanting "The rest is silence, the rest is silence."
Back to the coal mines now. Abby Irene is about to find a nearly-a-corpse. And be Tempted.
Me and Lucifer
Lucifer and me
Just like the angel that fell
Banished forever to Hell
Today have I been expelled
From high school heaven
Elevator going down
This is your brain.
This is your brain on Hair.