Celebrity digression: In which Jenner discovers the reality of discrimination against women. Any bets on the reaction?
Bruce Jenner became a member of Sherwood Country Club in Thousand Oaks, CA 15 years ago. He golfed there almost every day and established close relationships with his golfing buddies, including Wayne Gretzky. It’s a very exclusive, ritzy club with an initiation cost set at $225,000.
But now that Bruce is Caitlyn, there’s a new set of rules that segregate her from the male members.
For starters, the main dining room and bar are male only. They’re actually attached to the men’s locker room and women are not allowed. The women’s restaurant is way more scaled down … in other words, not nearly as nice.
Our Sherwood sources say the board will enforce the rules, which means the camaraderie Bruce shared with the other members will be greatly…
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One summer night we were having an all neighborhood game of Freeze tag across several yards. This was sometime in the mid or late 60s and there were probably at least 10 or 12 kids running around. The yard I was in at the moment had those green and blue spotlights that they used to put in gardens and I lost my balance between a flower bed and the grass. I remember thinking the green light looked really cool as I put my hand down to try and cushion the landing. It wasn’t. My hand quite literally was melting and running water and luckily Mrs. F was looking out her kitchen window about 10 feet away.
The next thing I remember was flying behind her like a kite on a string as she ran back to her kitchen and shoved my arm up to my shoulder into the freezer while yelling at my brother to get my mom or dad.
It was about 3 days before school started and the whole palm of my right hand was one big blister so I went back to school with an enormous cushioning bandage. Ah shucks, I couldn’t write the first week of school that fall.
I learned a valuable lesson, just because it looks cool doesn’t mean it is. That and bandages like that are a pain in the butt in the bathroom.
It’s the first of the month and we aren’t allowed to do anything until the system comes back up again, maybe Wednesday soooo I have a free range mind probably in one part, because I was a free range child. A friend and I were talking about all the fun we had as kids and no one ever told us not to do anything that was within reason. Of course, that definition of “within reason” seems to have altered drastically in the past 40 years or so. Things that we took for granted we could do would get our parents arrested for negligence now. We had fun, do kids growing up now have fun? It doesn’t look like it.
When I think of the things we did like playing Hide and Go Seek after dark which in LA was around 8 and using the entire neighborhood as a playing field was considered the main event for a summer night or my dad’s gentler version of capture the flag that took place between driveways and the dads refereeing.
We went hiking all over the mountains behind our houses and met a few things like snakes and teenagers having sex in the bushes and didn’t stop what we were doing. We were on some imagined mission of high importance like seeking gold or the Holy Grail.
We used to con some parental unit into buying us blocks of ice at the local ice vendor and take a washcloth to melt into the top. It became a toboggan on the long grassed inclines at the neighborhood park on really hot days. You went sailing down the hillside if you stayed on and if you didn’t you got a fun roll down the hill sometimes beating the ice block to the bottom.
We walked to the store, we walked to the park, we walked to school. My neighborhood was really steep so biking could be a bit scary and so was skateboarding. I walked to my best friend’s house who lived a little over a mile away and took back alleys sometimes because it was just a cool way to go. Our mom walked us everywhere once and then we were expected to be able to do it ourselves. They trusted us to not be stupid and get in a car with someone we didn’t know and to run like hell if we needed to.
We walked down to the village and got ice cream or candy like big Charms suckers or sunflower seeds and cruised the 5 and Dime to see if there were any new toys like squirt guns or those rings that twirled and whistled when you blew on them.
We played on teeter-totters and slides and merry-go-rounds, good luck even find those now and it has grass underneath, most of time it had sand or asphalt under it. If you fell you got back up and did it again and then went home and got Bactine and a bandaid. Some kids were in Little League or like my sister in softball leagues. Sometimes we took swimming lessons and my dad made us go to summer school for 6 weeks but that left 6 more weeks to climb mountains or roll down hillsides. We usually had a week of camp stuck in there somewhere, music camp, church camp, Camp Fire or Girl Scouts.
We had fun, we had fun all summer long. I don’t think kids have fun anymore. They wait until someone schedules a time to play. That sounds like work to me.
Astonishingly, and I say that sarcastically, since this does not surprise me in the least, trans women actually hate women. It isn’t just about men controlling women, this is flat-out misogyny at work here.
It’s no secret that trans women, being men, believe they not only have the right to use the words woman and lesbian to describe themselves and they not only have the right to women’s spaces, these men also believe they have the absolute right to women’s bodies. This is what the cotton ceiling is all about: men demanding that women who don’t want to have sex with them, have sex with them anyway or be accused of being bigots for not having open enough minds to see these men as women.
Let’s be clear, shaming, guilting, or tricking a woman into having sex with you is rape. Period. Full stop. Women, lesbians, have the right to…
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When I first saw the headline for this story, “Don’t Want to Play Soccer with Girls? You Lose,” I didn’t know about the religious angle. I thought it was just plain old sexism.
Then I wanted to compare it to the MRA reactions to the new Mad Max: Fury Road. Mainly I wanted to do that because I thought the film was awesome and the men’s groups were silly. I quite literally thought, much like the headline above, that in calling for the boycott of the film (for being too feminist in depicting strong women, especially Furiosa, and having a woman-centred theme and the message “we are not things”), it was the men who would miss who would lose.
But the soccer story turned out to be slightly more complicated than that. It was a Muslim boys’ team who refused to play another team because it had two girls…
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