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I know that everyone has been talking about this for days, but I just have to comment on this “Open Source Boob Project.” So, in case you haven’t heard about it, some dudes were sitting around at a comic convention or something, and talking about how awesome it would be if they could just go around touching women’s breasts, and then someone offered her breasts up for touching, and then many more breasts were fondled over the course of the convention. This, naturally, led to the creation of color-coded buttons (green for yes, red for no, natch) and the title “Open Source Boob Project”. Get it? Boobs that everyone can access, like open source software. Free! And finally, this led to the writing of a super-smug blog post by one of the masterminds of the whole thing and then a  groundswell of protestations from the feminist blogosphere.

Here’s a link to the original post, but don’t read the whole thing if you don’t want to vomit just a little. I’ve bravely waded through it and excerped a few key points for your enjoyment.

“This should be a better world,” a friend of mine said. “A more honest one, where sex isn’t shameful or degrading. I wish this was the kind of world where say, ‘Wow, I’d like to touch your breasts,’ and people would understand that it’s not a way of reducing you to a set of nipples and ignoring the rest of you, but rather a way of saying that I may not yet know your mind, but your body is beautiful.”

Allow me to translate: “Guys, I want to be able to grab boobies, but I don’t want the boobie-carriers to get all pre-menstrual about it. Is there any language I can appropriate towards that end? Something about liberation, perhaps? Yup, chicks love hearing about that crap! Let’s proceed with the button-making!”

You know how dudez like to say douchey things like, “The only reason people are opposed to strip clubs and porn is because we live in a puritanical society where people are, like, *afraid* of expressions of sexuality. I think it’s totally brave to just be totally open and honest about what you like and, you know, stand proud in the face of that sexual oppression. ” Uh, sure, buddy. Strip clubs are so totally liberating, and you’re obviously so mature and cool for really *getting* it. Well, liberating for mainstream hetero males who are into fake body parts and long hair and female degradation, anyway, and lord knows that people like that have been woefully underrepresented in our culture for far too long.

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American Girl in Italy

Earlier this week, as I was riding the bus home, I made a tactical decision and sat down across from the handsome boy who also rides my bus. Unfortunately, this put me directly in front of this other man who, the second I sat down, introduced himself, pried my name out of me, and then proceeded to pepper me with questions. He asked me where I was going, I uncomfortably murmured something like, “I’d really rather ride in quiet,” which of course he completely ignored, and then for the better part of the ride he tried to get me to talk to him despite the fact that I was facing away from him, responding to his questions monosyllabically, and was wearing headphones.

Every woman has been in this situation at some point or another. Some dude sees you, decides that he wants to interact with you, and because he’s a dude he feels like it’s entirely within his rights to do so. This is not because some people just have poor social skills- this is a systematic sort of low-grade harassment that women are subjected to whenever they set foot in public.

I told my roommate this story, and she said, “wow, that guy must have been pretty dense.” And I thought, no, he wasn’t dense. It wasn’t that he couldn’t SEE that I didn’t want to talk to him, it was that he didn’t CARE. My interest in carrying on a conversation couldn’t have been less relevant to whether he was going to try to further it. It wasn’t my sparkling wit that compelled him to continue talking to me. It had absolutely nothing to do with me and everything to do with him. (more…)

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Dizzy from Ornamenting Away “[knows] it must be hard to fathom that a girl doesn’t care what a smart man thinks about the thing that she cares most about in the world.” Read the entire post: The Context.

(Claire gets credit for finding this).

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Phew!

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This morning, a potent stud of a man who works in my building avoided being emasculated by another man by refusing to step out of the elevator first, robustly deflecting the other man’s polite gestures of “you first” with manly shakes of his virile, generative head, holding up elevator traffic and establishing his hearty, majestic dominance. It was pretty sweet.

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