Showing posts with label Feminism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Feminism. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
"Battle" Lines Being Drawn BUT...
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Abuse Whether Physical, Mental Or Sexual Is A Crime...
...BUT human nature being what it is each of us interpret this credo in a multitude of ways. Take an extreme example: a nude women enters my bedroom through an open window, get's into bed with me and when I start to respond she says NO most feminists would say any further action on my part is a crime and the only recourse I would have is to charge the women with trespass but her defense would be the window was open therefore I was at fault.
Christie Blatchford
Squaring rapist’s no-jail sentence with court’s long-ago ruling
Christie Blatchford
Squaring rapist’s no-jail sentence with court’s long-ago ruling
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
NOT Items Ford Needs To Put On His Plate...
More anti-Toronto discrimination
If you add Chantal Hebert‘s column today (Where are the big-city women mayors?) to the Star’s discovery last week that Toronto goalies are being discrimnated against by the NHL, you get this inescapable conclusion: There is not a single Toronto woman playing goal in the NHL.
Makes you think, eh?
If you add Chantal Hebert‘s column today (Where are the big-city women mayors?) to the Star’s discovery last week that Toronto goalies are being discrimnated against by the NHL, you get this inescapable conclusion: There is not a single Toronto woman playing goal in the NHL.
Makes you think, eh?
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Akin To Inviting Vacuum cleaner Saleman Into The Home...
...their one and only mission is to sell you a vacuum cleaner!
George Jonas
Mullahs happily walk through doors Canadian feminists hold open
The leaves are falling, as they do every October, but LEAF, the women’s Legal Education and Action Fund, seems impervious, or at least resistant, to changes of season. This week the sisterhood is celebrating whatever role it played as intervener in (a) acculturating the quaint custom of wrapping up women like sausages and (b) legitimizing the idea of defendants having to face masked accusers in Canadian courts.
From now on, at least until a higher court decrees otherwise, shariah will gain a symbolic foothold in Canada’s justice system. Trial judges will determine case by case if a witness can testify wearing a niqab. The door had been opened by blue-ribbon feminists; the mullahs just walked through. Ironically, in Ontario the burqa isn’t the Taliban’s fashion statement but feminism’s. Read More »
George Jonas
Mullahs happily walk through doors Canadian feminists hold open
The leaves are falling, as they do every October, but LEAF, the women’s Legal Education and Action Fund, seems impervious, or at least resistant, to changes of season. This week the sisterhood is celebrating whatever role it played as intervener in (a) acculturating the quaint custom of wrapping up women like sausages and (b) legitimizing the idea of defendants having to face masked accusers in Canadian courts.
From now on, at least until a higher court decrees otherwise, shariah will gain a symbolic foothold in Canada’s justice system. Trial judges will determine case by case if a witness can testify wearing a niqab. The door had been opened by blue-ribbon feminists; the mullahs just walked through. Ironically, in Ontario the burqa isn’t the Taliban’s fashion statement but feminism’s. Read More »
Friday, September 03, 2010
Sometimes You Have To earch For Reality...
- Being French and Muslim doesn't mean a girl can't have fun.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Figure This One Out...
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Tuesday, July 13, 2010
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Saturday, May 22, 2010
Most Of Us Missed The Announcement...
And The Winner is: Public Relations
Bumbling Bureaucracy Aided Iceless Waifs, But Wait, It Was All Fiction
Published on Friday, May. 21, 2010 8:20PM EDT Last updated on Friday, May. 21, 2010 9:14PM EDT
How could I have missed the announcement?
Oh yes, I’m writing a book. That’s why. My life at the moment consists of rocking in the fetal position, typing frantically, sobbing, walking the dog and occasionally bathing.
None of it is pleasant, even the walks I normally adore with the dog I utterly worship.
Obie, the white bull terrier, has developed an intense dislike of the new harness I got for him a couple of weeks ago, and now lies down every two or three feet, back legs stretched out like a frog behind him, and refuses to budge.
Since he is nearly 70 pounds, with a will of steel, I can drag him only so far. I have been reduced to bribery to get him to his feet with a constant infusion of treats, so soon he will be pushing 90 pounds, at which point we will both be fat, white and waist-less and no one will be able to tell us apart.
(For the record, he has beadier eyes and is marginally more friendly.)
The point is, for these reasons, I missed the big announcement.
It came out on May 7, though people were excitedly twittering the news the night before (I have checked), direct from the Liberty Grand where the gala was held, and no doubt dozens of Facebook pages were duly updated with the grand news (I could not bear to check).
There it was: “Argyle Communications wins People’s Choice Award at IABC/Toronto’s 25th annual OVATION gala.”
I apologize for all the capitals; this is how public-relations people actually speak and write, alas. I don’t have much truck for the breed, I confess, and every fall, when all the eager PR students newly enrolled at community colleges e-mail me with quizzes (“Can you describe why Public Relations is Important?” and “How do Public Relations practitioners help you in your daily Work?”) I’m afraid I reply by saying, “It isn’t” and “They don’t.”
Anyway, Argyle Communications is a PR firm; the IABC is the International Association of Business Communicators.
I have a friend who was in PR for years, and was an IABC member. I went with her to a function or two, in the dreary networking years, when organizations like this ruined the cocktail hour by forcing people to give out business cards and frantically glad-hand perfect strangers instead of relaxing over beer and some peanuts.
The way I remember it, women were particularly vulnerable to that networking horse manure: We would all show up at these stupid events in our Power Suits, secretly hoping to meet cute boys, but would end up instead talking to other women in their Power Suits.
These folks make me very crabby. I admit that. I wanted to slap them then and I mostly want to slap them now.
As it turns out, Argyle won the People Choice’s Award (what exact people, I’d like to know) for its “aggressive campaign in partnership with the Toronto Leaside Girls Hockey Association to push Toronto City Council to enforce its existing policy and give girls their fair share of ice time,” the IABC press release said.
“Using media relations, social media, grassroots communications and meetings with public officials, the campaign drove Toronto City Council to enforce its policy and oversee ice allocation in Toronto, ensuring priority access for both boys and girls.”
A few days later, an additional release on Argyle’s own website described the “Fairness for Girls Hockey in Toronto” as “a pro-bono advocacy campaign,” which means, I assume, the agency did the work for free, though God knows, Leaside being the Land of the Affluent and Entitled, the parents could have afforded to cough up a few shekels.
That, of course, is the sly thing about social media. Just because it’s cheap (or free) doesn’t mean it’s not as manipulative as traditional advertising.
In any case, the award was Richly Deserved: Certainly, in the area of media relations, the Leaside Girls scored big, with only a few crabby types like me in the press pointing out that there actually aren’t great numbers of poor little girl hockey players in Toronto wandering about from rink to rink, looking in vain for ice time.
Rather, the whole kerfuffle was driven by the fact that what the Leaside Girls really want are the best times, at the best arenas most conveniently located to the Land of the Affluent and Entitled.
Given what is already on the public record in this story – that two of Mayor David Miller’s Most Expensive advisers, John Piper and Nick Lewis, have strong connections to the Leaside Girls, with Mr. Piper a former president of the Leaside Skating Club and Mr. Lewis a coach with the Girls – it is heartening indeed to discover that every last bit of it was a fiction.
There were no iceless waifs. There was and is no ice time crisis, only a bumbling, politically driven bureaucracy which couldn’t divide ice cubes at an IABC networker.
The only genuine note comes in this: The Monday Nighters, a group of middle-aged men who for 32 years have been playing pickup hockey at Forest Hill Arena, are getting the boot, thanks to Argyle’s aggressive, award-winning campaign.
The boys’ last game will be from 9-10 p.m. on May 24. They’re raising money for charity. I am planning to come out of the fetal position that evening long enough to raise a glass to them.
Oh yes, I’m writing a book. That’s why. My life at the moment consists of rocking in the fetal position, typing frantically, sobbing, walking the dog and occasionally bathing.
None of it is pleasant, even the walks I normally adore with the dog I utterly worship.
Obie, the white bull terrier, has developed an intense dislike of the new harness I got for him a couple of weeks ago, and now lies down every two or three feet, back legs stretched out like a frog behind him, and refuses to budge.
Since he is nearly 70 pounds, with a will of steel, I can drag him only so far. I have been reduced to bribery to get him to his feet with a constant infusion of treats, so soon he will be pushing 90 pounds, at which point we will both be fat, white and waist-less and no one will be able to tell us apart.
(For the record, he has beadier eyes and is marginally more friendly.)
The point is, for these reasons, I missed the big announcement.
It came out on May 7, though people were excitedly twittering the news the night before (I have checked), direct from the Liberty Grand where the gala was held, and no doubt dozens of Facebook pages were duly updated with the grand news (I could not bear to check).
There it was: “Argyle Communications wins People’s Choice Award at IABC/Toronto’s 25th annual OVATION gala.”
I apologize for all the capitals; this is how public-relations people actually speak and write, alas. I don’t have much truck for the breed, I confess, and every fall, when all the eager PR students newly enrolled at community colleges e-mail me with quizzes (“Can you describe why Public Relations is Important?” and “How do Public Relations practitioners help you in your daily Work?”) I’m afraid I reply by saying, “It isn’t” and “They don’t.”
Anyway, Argyle Communications is a PR firm; the IABC is the International Association of Business Communicators.
I have a friend who was in PR for years, and was an IABC member. I went with her to a function or two, in the dreary networking years, when organizations like this ruined the cocktail hour by forcing people to give out business cards and frantically glad-hand perfect strangers instead of relaxing over beer and some peanuts.
The way I remember it, women were particularly vulnerable to that networking horse manure: We would all show up at these stupid events in our Power Suits, secretly hoping to meet cute boys, but would end up instead talking to other women in their Power Suits.
These folks make me very crabby. I admit that. I wanted to slap them then and I mostly want to slap them now.
As it turns out, Argyle won the People Choice’s Award (what exact people, I’d like to know) for its “aggressive campaign in partnership with the Toronto Leaside Girls Hockey Association to push Toronto City Council to enforce its existing policy and give girls their fair share of ice time,” the IABC press release said.
“Using media relations, social media, grassroots communications and meetings with public officials, the campaign drove Toronto City Council to enforce its policy and oversee ice allocation in Toronto, ensuring priority access for both boys and girls.”
A few days later, an additional release on Argyle’s own website described the “Fairness for Girls Hockey in Toronto” as “a pro-bono advocacy campaign,” which means, I assume, the agency did the work for free, though God knows, Leaside being the Land of the Affluent and Entitled, the parents could have afforded to cough up a few shekels.
That, of course, is the sly thing about social media. Just because it’s cheap (or free) doesn’t mean it’s not as manipulative as traditional advertising.
In any case, the award was Richly Deserved: Certainly, in the area of media relations, the Leaside Girls scored big, with only a few crabby types like me in the press pointing out that there actually aren’t great numbers of poor little girl hockey players in Toronto wandering about from rink to rink, looking in vain for ice time.
Rather, the whole kerfuffle was driven by the fact that what the Leaside Girls really want are the best times, at the best arenas most conveniently located to the Land of the Affluent and Entitled.
Given what is already on the public record in this story – that two of Mayor David Miller’s Most Expensive advisers, John Piper and Nick Lewis, have strong connections to the Leaside Girls, with Mr. Piper a former president of the Leaside Skating Club and Mr. Lewis a coach with the Girls – it is heartening indeed to discover that every last bit of it was a fiction.
There were no iceless waifs. There was and is no ice time crisis, only a bumbling, politically driven bureaucracy which couldn’t divide ice cubes at an IABC networker.
The only genuine note comes in this: The Monday Nighters, a group of middle-aged men who for 32 years have been playing pickup hockey at Forest Hill Arena, are getting the boot, thanks to Argyle’s aggressive, award-winning campaign.
The boys’ last game will be from 9-10 p.m. on May 24. They’re raising money for charity. I am planning to come out of the fetal position that evening long enough to raise a glass to them.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
The Facts Won't Dampen Feminist Outrage...
Why women were shut out of Canada’s science-star search
Government-appointed panel of female academics identify factors that led to all-male recruitmentTasha Kheiriddin: Stephen Harper, Woman-Hater, Part II: The gripes of academia
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Thursday, December 24, 2009
Lite Reading With The Egg Nog
24 December 2009 12:28
If you needed any proof that feminism is necessary, all you need to do is look to this year’s newsmakers. My feminist heroes for 2009 defended and expanded our ideas of what women can be, while the villains tried to scale them back:
Lady Gaga: There’s a savvy woman behind the latex bodysuits and comically oversized sunglasses: Gaga takes her persona to an extreme because she recognizes it is constructed, and she criticizes double standards between female and male musicians (being open about sex undermines her music, while his exploits heighten his). And can you remember the last time a pop star used the F-word? Lady G called a Los Angeles Times writer “a little bit of a feminist, like I am,” adding, “women need and want someone to look up to that they feel have the full sense of who they are.”
Rihanna: Speaking of singers, here’s one that reluctantly championed women’s rights. After being beaten by Chris Brown, Rihanna was silent about the whole ordeal until this fall, when she says she realized her fame afforded her a voice to educate women on domestic abuse.
Neda Agha-Soltan: During the disputed Iranian election, Neda was on her way to a pro-reform rally June 20 when a sniper allegedly shot and killed her. The haunting video of her last moments galvanized protesters and lent a face to the thousands shouting to make their votes count. Since the crackdown, the government has harassed and arrested prominent activists — women’s rights organizers and Nobel peace laureate Shirin Ebadi among them.
Stephen Harper: In recent years, the prime minister has killed funding for advocacy groups and ideologically neutered Status of Women Canada (a federal policy organization charged with improving the lives of women) by removing the essential “equality” part from its mandate. This September, Harper crowed about cuts to the Court Challenges Program, which financially assists people mounting constitutional court challenges — and called the people that used that funding a “left-wing fringe group.”
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
It Would Be Politically Incorrect To Answer Kay's Question
- Jonathan Kay: How did the École Polytechnique anniversary get transformed into a festival of cynical, hyperfeminist propaganda?
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On July 12, 1995, Serbian forces near Srebrenica began cleansing the local population of Muslims. Like the Nazis who greeted Jews at the concentration camps, the Serb commanders sent their prey off in different directions. Women and children were put on buses, and expelled to the Muslim-majority Bosniak territory up north. But the men, including boys as young as 14, were directed instead to a building described as the "White House."
They never came out. Most were killed with a single bullet to the head, but others were left to die through more gruesome methods. More than 8,000 Bosniaks perished in the Srebrenica massacre, all but a few dozen of them male.
In other words, this genocide wasn't just aimed at Muslims, but more at male Muslims. If you were a woman, you lived. If you were a man, some Serbian Josef Mengele would wave his hand and dispatch you to the charnel house.
And yet, do any of us mourn the dead of Srebrenica as anything except human beings — as opposed to martyrs for manhood? When the 15th anniversary of this episode is observed in July, will male bloggers wail about their lot — about how they live shorter, more violent lives than women? Will the event become a pretext for complaints about, say, child-custody bias in family courts?
Somehow, I doubt it. So why is our observance of the the École Polytechnique Massacre — whose 20th anniversary passed over the weekend — always shot through with exactly this sort of crass activism?
- Barbara Kay: Twenty years after the Montreal Massacre, it's time to end the moral pogrom against Canadian men
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December 6, marking the 20th anniversary of the Polytechnique massacre of 14 Montreal women engineering students, is a date that normally sparks a print column from me. I decided to pass this year on print and post in the blog, as I have made my case against the sanctification of this event so many times before, and have nothing new to add to this column in December, 2007, where I laid out my complaints in full. But I am particularly glad I didn't do a column on the massacre this year, because it would have looked like a crib of the December 7 column by Margaret Wente in the Globe and Mail, in which Wente pretty well reprises everything I have been saying about the misandry-driven, Polytechnique-fuelled White Ribbon campaign for years.
I am not accusing Wente of cribbing me, by the way. On the contrary, I am glad to know that Wente has independently come to the same conclusions as mine, and am very glad to have such a prestigious ally in debunking this unwholesome enterprise. As Wente notes, women are no more at risk from male violence today than they were before, as violent crime in general is going down, and men are far more at risk for violence from other men than women.
But they're only men, so who cares. Not feminists. One of the great curiosities of the feminist movement is their indifference to male victimization by both male and female perpetrators. In cases of male-on-male violence, they pretty take the attitude that it doesn't count as worthy of public sympathy (even though they ignore or make excuses for lesbian-on-lesbian violence, statistically higher than male-on-female violence in intimate partnerships). In cases where women really hurt men badly - and guns, knives or, say, golf clubs, for a random example, are a great leveller - they may find it "amusing" (this is how one Montreal radio station female guest characterized the image of Tiger Woods being chased around by an angry wife); or if they aren't quite so heartless, they'll still refuse to admit that women can administer violence to men unless provoked, even though all credible research, as well as the unforced admissions of many many female perpetrators of violence, tell a different story.
Monday, December 07, 2009
An Insight Into Feminism?
- | ByJessica Yee|They say, 'Women Won't Forget' on December 6th. But as a young, sex working, multiracial, bisexual, two-spirited, Aboriginal woman, I think that sometimes women DO forget a few things.
Friday, November 20, 2009
It Won't Happen.......
Mayor's office should butt out of ice-time debate
Christie Blatchford
Brouhaha over access by girls hockey teams to city-owned arenas isn't about gender discrimination, but an exercise by those with connection.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
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- I lean to the right but I still have a heart and if I have a mission it is to respond to attacks on people not available to protect themselves and to point out the hypocrisy of the left at every opportunity.MY MAJOR GOAL IS HIGHLIGHT THE HYPOCRISY AND STUPIDITY OF THE LEFTISTS ON TORONTO CITY COUNCIL. Last word: In the final analysis this blog is a relief valve for my rants/raves.