Saturday, April 10, 2010

My Two Minutes Snorting, Righteous Anger


Oh, look, "Male Studies"!


Rubbish. An attempt to lend an academic sheen to the petulant desire not to give up one's precious stereotypes and self-indulgences. One senses that Lionel Tiger (and his colleagues, Hunter Beefneck and Lance Squatthrust) couldn't give a toss about gender identity and the fulfillment of the male individual-- rather, they just want a hefty essay to cite when their girlfriends get on their case about cracking open their 14th Miller Lite of the day while watching "Big Butt Babes go Bananas Vol. XXVI: Cancun!!". "But babe, don't you see? This systematic shaming attempt just reinforces the marginalization-based framework currently eating away at the actualization of the male in today's society! I refer you to Steed R. Horse, Our Hummers, Our Selves, op cit."

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