Do what your wife tells you
I’ve just read some of your poetry and liked one line about the swastika in somebody’s nazi soup. All the rest strikes me as happily as receiving “GROW YOUR PENIS 3 INCHES LONGER AND THICKER” spam. I don’t have a penis, so haven’t the yearning to grow it longer and thicker; nevertheless, spamfolk, most of their messages eliminated by googlemail’s security force, try to sell me penis things. On balance, I suppose, the irrelevance of your poetry to more than half the world [females] is no BIG deal compared to the relevance of bothersome spam. Enjoy your new baby; he will alter your life forever. Do what your wife tells you, do far more than what you think is your share of housekeeping and childrearing ‘tasks’, and take your wife out for a really awesome restaurant meal at least once a week. Grampa will babysit.
Judy Prince
I’m at a loss. Who is this person, and why does she assume I never do the dishes? Is that what my poetry says?
And why is my poetry irrelevent to females? And does that mean it’s relevent to males? Will doing what my wife tells me (given that she “tells me” anything – that is, given that she wants to push me around any more than I wanna push her around) make us equal (relevant)? And wouldn’t me “taking her” to an awesome restaurant be rather gender-role-stilting – that is to say, isn’t that a rather classic male-role: the one that brings the bread, makes the money and treats the female?
And how in the world does a poetry-commentator (okay, comment-troll) get the idea that he or she has anything to say about my personal life? Someone I’ve never even met, decides I must be a chauvinist? Did I say that in the article she commented on?
I don’t get alot of comments so this is seriously pissing me off.
(I am, for the record, a feminist, and Judy Prince, you’re an asshole).
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What a dickhead. Oh no sorry, I forgot, she doesn’t have a dick. She’s still a dickhead. Pardon me. Really rude of you, Judy Prince.
Gender hasn’t even been that a loud issue in your poetry, has it? And certainly there hasn’t been any chauvinistic predominance. So strange.
She’s probably referring to some of the flarf. And making the all too common foul of mistaking me (the poet) for the poetic I. The copypasted poetic I, mind you.
Maybe this:
http://www.norddahl.org/english/2009/03/mmmmmore-conceptual-flarf/
Or this:
http://www.norddahl.org/tregawott/leikur/icelandreport.html
æðislegt! vertu stoltur!