Dual-harmonic oscillators, or my self-determining bits.
Today is Boobquake 2010.
“On Monday, April 26th, I will wear the most cleavage-showing shirt I own. Yes, the one usually reserved for a night on the town. I encourage other female skeptics to join me and embrace the supposed supernatural power of their breasts. Or short shorts, if that’s your preferred form of immodesty. With the power of our scandalous bodies combined, we should surely produce an earthquake. If not, I’m sure Sedighi can come up with a rational explanation for why the ground didn’t rumble. And if we really get through to him, maybe it’ll be one involving plate tectonics.”
I have been observing how various separatists, fundamentalists and bullies have been treating the fabulous Jen McCreight at Blag Hag and I have to say it is disappointing. Nothing much seems to have changed in 30 years. The perfect still try to trample the good.
Way back when I was a young feminist in the 1970s, I naïvely thought that oppressors were the ‘other’ gender. I have long since come to understand that oppression comes from any form of authoritarianism. It is blind to gender and more importantly, deaf to self-determination- and humour.
To this end I am dividing my breast best assets between two equally ridiculous oppressors.
and Sheila Jeffreys
One tells me I must cover my breasts to stop earthquakes and the other tells me I must cover my breasts to stop my own exploitation.
Neither of these authoritarian figures allow any self-determination for my thoughts, actions, or body bits and therefore I will begin by liberating my breasts. I will no longer demand unquestioning acquiescence from them and they can amuse and direct themselves as they please.
To that end Breast left (BL) and Breast Right (BR) and by extension Nipple West (NW) and Nipple East (NE) have advised me through their agent that free fondling times are between 1200-1500. Appointments taken.