Friday, October 6, 2017

Just Lie Back On This Casting Couch And Think Of Hillary

In 2015, according to an “exclusive” report by Variety, declared feminist Ashley Judd revealed she was sexually harassed by a movie mogul she declined to name.
The shit hit the fan when The New York Times revealed “eight women described varying behaviors by Mr. (Harvey) Weinstein:  appearing nearly or fully naked in front of them, requiring them to be present while he bathed or repeatedly asking for a massage or initiating one himself.  The women typically in their early or middle 20s and hoping to get a toehold in the film industry, said he could switch course quickly─meetings and clipboards one moment, intimate comments the next.  One woman advised a peer to wear a parka when summoned for duty as a layer of protection against unwelcome advances.”
Lisa Bloom, daughter of feminist attorney Gloria Allred, along with a host of notable lawyers associated with the Democrat Party will be representing Weinstein.  In a tweet from NYT writer Emily Steel, Bloom made the following statement:
“As a women’s rights advocate, I have been blunt with Harvey and he has listened to me.  I have told him that times have changed, it is 2017, and he needs to evolve to a higher standard.  I have found Harvey to be refreshingly candid and receptive to my message.  He has acknowledged mistakes he has made.  He is reading books and going to therapy.  He is an old dinosaur learning new ways.”
One of Weinstein’s legions of attorneys, Charles Harder, told The Hollywood Reporter, "The New York Times published today a story that is saturated with false and defamatory statements about Harvey Weinstein. It relies on mostly hearsay accounts and a faulty report, apparently stolen from an employee personnel file, which has been debunked by nine different eyewitnesses. We sent the Times the facts and evidence, but they ignored it and rushed to publish. We are preparing the lawsuit now. All proceeds will be donated to women’s organizations."

Perhaps use of the word “saturated” in that statement was not the wisest choice.  It simply adds to the grotesque visual of this fat slob and his lurid behavior.

Incidentally, Harder has set the amount he is suing The Gray Lady at $50 million; that’ll buy about 100 Granny Clinton speeches.

One more point.  Ashley Judd has tried to portray herself as a naïve ingénue.  I’m throwing the bullshit flag on that notion and here’s why.  The day after President Trump’s inauguration, thousands of filthy hags converged on Washington, DC for The Women’s March.  One speech emerged in the sea of pink pussy hats.  Here’s what Ms. Judd said:

I am a nasty woman.
I’m not as nasty as a man who looks like he bathes in Cheeto dust. A man whose words are a distract to America; Electoral College-sanctioned hate speech contaminating this national anthem.
I am not as nasty as Confederate flags being tattooed across my city. Maybe the South actually is gonna rise again; maybe for some it never really fell. Blacks are still in shackles and graves just for being Black. Slavery has been re-interpreted as the prison system in front of people who see melanin as animal skin.
I am not as nasty as a swastika painted on a pride flag. And I didn’t know devils could be resurrected, but I feel Hitler in these streets—a mustache traded for a toupee; Nazis re-named the cabinet; electro-conversion therapy the new gas chambers, shaming the gay out of America turning rainbows into suicide notes.
I am not as nasty as racism, fraud, conflict of interest, homophobia, sexual assault, transphobia, white supremacy, misogyny, ignorance, white privilege.
I’m not as nasty as using little girls like Pokémon before their bodies have even developed.
I am not as nasty as your own daughter being your favorite sex symbol—like your wet dreams infused with your own genes.
But yah, I am a nasty woman!
A loud vulgar, proud woman.
I’m not nasty like the combo of Trump and Pence being served up to me in my voting booth.
I’m nasty like the battles my grandmothers fought to get me into that voting booth.
I’m nasty like the fight for wage equality. Scarlett Johansson: Why were the famous actors paid less than half of what the male actors earned last year?
See, even when we do go into higher paying jobs our wages are still cut with blades, sharpened by testosterone. Why is the work of a Black woman and a Hispanic woman worth only 63 and 54 cents of a white man’s privileged daughter?
This is not a feminist myth. This is inequality.
So, we are not here to be debunked. We are here to be respected. We are here to be nasty.
I am nasty like the blood stains on my bed sheets. We don’t actually choose if and when to have our periods. Believe me, if we could, some of us would. We don’t like throwing away our favorite pairs of underpants. Tell me, why are tampons and pads still taxed when Viagra and Rogaine are not? Is your erection really more important than protecting the sacred messy part of my womanhood? Is the blood stain on my jeans more embarrassing than the thinning of your hair?
I know it is hard to look at your own entitlement and privilege. You may be afraid of the truth. I am unafraid to be honest. It may sound petty bringing up a few extra cents. It adds up to the pile of change I have yet to see in my country.
I can’t see. My eyes are too busy praying to my feet hoping you don’t mistake eye contact for wanting physical contact. Half my life I have been zipping up my smile hoping you don’t think I wanna unzip your jeans.
I am unafraid to be nasty because I am nasty like Susan, Elizabeth, Eleanor, Amelia, Rosa, Gloria, Condoleezza, Sonia, Malala, Michelle, Hillary.
And our pussies ain’t for grabbin’. Therefore, reminding you that our balls are stronger than America’s ever will be. Our pussies are for our pleasure. They are for birthing new generations of filthy, vulgar, nasty, proud, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Sheikh—you name it—for new generations of nasty women. So if you are a nasty woman or loved one who is, let me hear you say, “HELL YEAH!”
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