Going on my front door.

Going on my front door.

21 thoughts on “Going on my front door.

  1. “We know what’s best for you, young lady.”

    It’s literally the definition of patriarchy. It’s training for young women to grow up looking for a man to validate them, to doubt their own judgement, and get used to men being able to veto their wants and desires.

  2. The fact that you continue to pretend you don’t understand that I was asking for clarification, regarding your statement (and, instead was asking you to define a fifth-grade vocabulary word) is the very model of willfully dense.

    So, like that, dipswitch.

  3. You’re wrong, James Olchak​​, in your last comment: Lars Fosdal​​ wasn’t being wilfully obtuse (at least not anymore at that point); he was accusing you of being so, for (at least ostensibly) not getting his first reply to you. AFAICS, that makes you — at least intellectually — the “dipswitch” in this exchange.

    At least this particular sub-discussion on “matriarch”, that is. In the larger context, Lars Fosdal​​ and everyone else should of course realise that James Olchak​​ is perfectly correct that “jokes” like this are a prime example of patriarchy, and uncritically spreading — and when called out on it, like here, even defending — them only tends to perpetuate it. So in the larger context, you’re all being “dipswitches” too. Please stop that.

    God, am I glad that I don’t have any daughters.

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