January 5. 2009...1:38 am

Who is Dennis Prager?

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Good question!  Wikipedia defines him as “an American syndicated radio talk show host, columnist, author, ethicist, and public speaker,” which, I’d like to remind you as you’re reading this, means that essentially he is paid to espouse his (apparently) valid opinion through a menagerie of media outlets, and we, as the public, are expected to happily consume it for our own good.

Kendall defines him as “a misogynist, ham-fisted rape apologist promoter with no grasp of the rather simple concept of proper capitalization (even with a career as a ’syndicated columnist’), who, though himself twice-divorced, ’saves marriages’ during the ‘Male-Female Hour’ on his radio show and thinks almost as little of men as he does of women.”

“Male-Female Hour”?  Really?  This shit just writes itself.

And here’s where you can read all about how he believes that a wedding ring buys you 24/7 access to your spouse’s genitals for life!  (Uh, only if you’re a dude, of course.  Everyone knows that women don’t ever really want sex – we want jewelry!)  Apparently unlimited access to my vagina sells for a mere three months salary (and you can totally get it cheaper on eBay).  You will also be delighted to learn that the best way a woman can express love for her husband is by keeping her stupid mouth shut when she doesn’t want to be fucked raped,  since sex is the only language men understand and also, incidentally, the only thing women really have to offer.  While Prager apparently has a pretty low opinion of both genders, it seems he may hate dudes even more than crazy, ballbusting, feminist me.  You see, I’m still clinging to the hope that the majority of men require, at the very least, genuine consent (if not outright enthusiasm) from their lovers to actually enjoy sex.  I try my darnedest to believe that most men have a conscience and don’t really like fucking unwilling partners, but shit like this sure makes it tough.

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Awesome lolPrager courtesy of Feministing

Back off girls, he’s mine!

Anywhoozle, this article is really just a glorified temper tantrum protesting the idea that a dude can’t, in fact,  get his dick wet at the expense of other human beings women whenever the fuck he wants, cloaked in the good ol’  “but if you really loved me you would!” whine popular with high school football players the world over.  Of course, homos need not apply for marriage counseling from Prager, and I’m guessing people of color can skip this one too.  It’s exclusively for, like, first-class citizens and shit.

Upon perusing, you will undoubtedly notice – amidst sniveling, resentful, entitled objections to women daring to exercise bodily sovereignty – his sweeping generalizations about what boys ‘n girls really want.  While it’s not exactly surprising to discover that he reduces women to clueless-yet-calculating, simple-minded, sex-hating gold diggers who gleefully hold dudes’ fragile widdle egos in the palm of our soul-sucking, castrating hands, he really doesn’t give men much credit either.  While we broads escape his wrath with the usual accusations of “you’re nothing but money-grubbing come receptacles,” the boys get the always-amusing but never-acceptable “but men can’t help but fuck everything with a hole because we’re primal animals completely incapable of control!”

(…yet are also, apparently, bigger, stronger, faster, smarter,  more logical, all-around better, and therefore deserving of world domination and all the privileges that come with it.  But that’s another post.)

And while this characterization of men is less than flattering  (I personally believe dudes are capable of regulating their own behavior, but whatever), its damage primarily manifests in – you guessed it – women!  You see, the “Me Tarzan/You Jane/Me take your bodily sovereignty because nature sayz so!” theory has been used, time and time again, to justify and/or excuse rape.  It’s a sad, patriarchal, bullshit construction intended to relieve men from that pesky little “responsibility” thing.  I mean, when you’re one step below God, why the hell should you ever have to be held accountable for your actions?  Just write “DNA says I’m entitled to force my cock on any woman whenever the hell I want” into the science books!

Fortunately, evolving, intelligent, non-knuckle-dragging sectors of society have pretty much dismissed this theory (at least at surface level), though it is, apparently, alive, kicking, and quite proudly displayed on Townhall.

My sisters, if you’ve ever needed a reminder of exactly how much men hate you, if you’ve ever questioned the necessity of feminism (yes, still), if you’ve ever wondered why I waste so many precious minutes dismantling misogynist swill when I have more important things to do like Birkenstock shopping or painting with menstrual blood or growing out my pit hair…

…look no further than this article.  Oh, and there’s apparently going to be second part…because encouraging forced sexual “consent” is wordy work!  What a shitshow.  I don’t know what’s more offensive: all that “rape=love” stuff or that a woman (probably even more than one!) has, at least once, agreed to roll around naked with this arrogant, entitled, whiny, potato head Cro-magnon.

Again, I remind you: not only is this human turd given the oh-so-coveted media pedestal from which to share his innate wisdom, but he’s paid for it.  And because he’s, like, on television and shit, the underlying assumption here is that we all should listen to him.

…listen to him encouraging rape.

I want to vomit on his face.

Read what other people are (more patiently and eloquently) saying:

Shakesville

Alas, a blog

Pandagon

Feministing

1 Comment

  • A friend of mine just linked me to your blog. And I think I love you….. Keep up the good work. It’s nice to know that there are people with two brain cells to rub together.

    Kitty


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