And what did the guys do? Ignore her. Ridicule her. Smirk…

And she bases this on which bit of hard evidence?

This theme is central to all things PUMA: people don’t make fun of you, or think you’re batshit-crazy, or dismiss your insane rantings because, well, you’re a fucking loon - they do it because you possess a vajayjay.

Menz (or “boiz”, which is the latest school yard pejorative Daragh has come up with) are evil and are one beer away from raping and killing every woman on the fucking planet.

I must admit I feel kind of bad looking in as an internet voyeur at what is obviously cheap and largely ineffective therapy for most of these folks.  Many of them seem to have genuine issues that they are trying to muddle through with a bunch of other damaged folks and none of them seem to be helping the others.  Hell, they all encourage delusions in their fellow travelers.  Hanging out with a bunch of folks that tell you they, too, have CIA implants in their heads isn’t a good way to work through the hallucinations.

God, what a deliciously mixed metaphor:

the Obots who got erections from slam-dunking the women out of malice or stupidity

Betty, once again, I must tell you that I love you.

theturtlemoves, spot-fucking-on. I’ll have to consult with the Rumproast board of executives, but after this awards fiasco is over, I think it may be time to pull back and let them fade into (even more) obscurity.

hard evidence?

Hard Evidence? Really? Hard? Evidence?

You goddamned penii-centric bastards really know how to pile on. Goddammit, we women are gonna take over and when we do the cutting will begin!!!

Kevin K - Riverchucky is bad enough with all the odd oblique references to fantasy novels, movies, and all things SCA (I say as I post with a handle taken from a Terry Pratchett novel) and first year Women’s Studies major rants, but Jenni4Xwhatever is pretty obviously a woman with some genuine, apparently untreated mental problems.  I think the poster on Wonkette who said she reminds them of Jean Teasdale on The Onion was dead on.  She’s like the really angry version of Jean, minus deadbeat hubby Rick.  I’m just waiting for a new blog called “A Room of Jenn’s Own”.

I usually agree with you, but I think the kind of thing she’s describing in the first paragraph you quote (I don’t plan to read her posts) does happen. Allthough I guess in her case it might really be simply because she’s crazy, and of course complaints about sexism from someone who supported McCain/Palin, allied herself with longtime sexist Clinton-haters as long as they hate Obama, too, and belongs to a group that has no problem with pretty extreme mysogyny against individual women it doesn’t like, are kind of silly.

You’re damn skippy it happens, Raphael; as a Vajayjay-American myself, I know it all too well. One of my chief beefs with the PUMAtards is their trivialization of actual sexism by welding it to their lurid personal psychodramas.

Considering the source of the tale, in that particular case, it’s far more likely the alleged miscreants were smirking because Riverchucky is a raving loon rather than because she’s a chick. But that doesn’t mean sexism doesn’t exist in corporate conference rooms and primaries. Most of us sane folks have been noticing that all along.

They can have my penis when they pry it from my cold, dead hand!

Right on, Betty Cracker. Sexism? In boardrooms? Classrooms? Conference rooms? Courtrooms? Oh hell, yeah.

I have funny and frightening tales of sexism but they’re from my lawyer days back in Denver in 1975. 34 years ago. And many more from my years in Alaska where I was the only (sane) woman to work for two Alaska Native Regional Corporations. But that was 19 years ago.

And in these last 34 years I have worked to humanize every system I’ve been in and a lot of other people have worked for the same thing. It’s a long battle, and it’s certainly not over.

But you know what? My university/department/classrooms are models of equality and civility—thanks to the efforts of others before me. So I can look back 34 years and see enormous changes.

But again, that’s the result of work. Not whining and not backing down and educating oneself and educating others.

And in spite of my efforts to develop kindness and equanimity, I suspect I’d be snickering at Riverdaughter’s presentations too. But for reasons unrelated to gender. (And I wouldn’t get caught.)

As Betty Cracker notes, it’s not terribly useful to use the experience of evil loons as a guide to anything.

I thought we were blaming the Jews for this? Apparently my eyes deceive me. My experience at Confluence yesterday suggested that all economic blight can be blamed on filling a room with 50 middle aged women and throwing them an argument. They may have 20 cats, but no cat is capable of containing the rage within.

These PUMAs seem to think that all men hate women as much as the PUMAs hate all men.  In my experience men love women for the most part.  But maybe that’s because I have spent very little time as a screeching harpy.

At my firm, the secretarial pool is for the women and the boardroom is for the men.  This tends to minimize the smirking while maximizing the ogling.  That’s a win-win in my book!!!

At my firm, the secretarial pool is for the women and the boardroom is for the men.

Do the men wear silk top hats, monocles, spats and old-timey facial hair?

Ms. Cracker—You would not believe how much the gentlemen’s mustache wax costs the company.  Truly, we could have another great depression on our hands if they do not shave.  But, oh that curly handlebar!  How it sets my heart a-flutter!

Visiting to see who I want to vote for in the Weblog Awards.  I don’t understand all the hostility on this site, but best of luck with your nomination…