Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Oh dear. This probably won't end well.
Still, I will look on this as a learning experience, it's not every day that I find someone with a more extreme position than Julie Bindel, but then it's not everyday that I find Julie Bindel either, the Guardian seeming to be behaving itself recently.
Still, I will look on this as a learning experience, it's not every day that I find someone with a more extreme position than Julie Bindel, but then it's not everyday that I find Julie Bindel either, the Guardian seeming to be behaving itself recently.
Labels: feminism, transgenderism, transphobia, transvestites
Friday, May 30, 2008
What The Aluminium Coated Fuck?
The Drug and Alcohol Service for London want an advertising campaign for their services, targeting women especially. They go to TBWA-London. I can only assume that everyone in both organisations is suffering from their own massive substance abuse issues because they decided upon this, photograph a man in bad-make-up/photoshop his face on to a woman's head, and then go for the hilarious 'if you drink like a man then you may end up looking like one'
The press and poster campaign is based on the belief that women are more likely to revise their drinking habits to preserve their looks than to maintain good health.
So, women are vain creatures, alcohol causes most of the main characteristics of SRS (F-to-Ms reading, take notes then head down the offie for that special offer they're doing on Special Brew) and there are fewer funnier images than a man dressed as a woman.
And that is why creative people are scum.
The press and poster campaign is based on the belief that women are more likely to revise their drinking habits to preserve their looks than to maintain good health.
So, women are vain creatures, alcohol causes most of the main characteristics of SRS (F-to-Ms reading, take notes then head down the offie for that special offer they're doing on Special Brew) and there are fewer funnier images than a man dressed as a woman.
And that is why creative people are scum.
Labels: advertising wankers, alcohol, health, transphobia, transvestites
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
The Most Trannietastic Alleyway in London
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Apologies to anyone who hasn't seen the mid-season three episode of Stargate: Atlantis that was shown on Sky One this evening but:
Oh my God, they killed Carson! You bastards!
I've just finished rereading Frankenstein by Mary Shelley for a reading group at work. I first read it around fourteen years ago whilst on a family holiday in Norway. I thought I remembered enjoying it, which would give a clue as to what a maudlin little goth I was back then as I now think it's the most badly-plotted piece of Romantic Luddite nonsense. Two hundred years ago it had an advantage that stories about the dangers of science weren't yet a genre in their own right and the birth of Michael Crichton was a good century and a half away, but now it's central message that the pursuit of knowledge is bad and any attempt to improve the lives of men is wrong, for a book subtitled The Modern Prometheus Shelley seems to prefer to concentrate on the character's punishment for stealing something that is the domain of the Gods and ignoring the positive effects it had for mankind.
And talk about a whiner! Frankenstein spends most of the book either passively bemoaning his wretched life or swooning when his monstrous creation has dispatched another of his hapless relations. As good little atheists the Shelleys would have had little truck with original sin, hence the monster learning to be monstrous only after severe mistreatment at the fists of humanity, but the fact that he is apparently so ugly that everyone who sees him automatically attacks him points to a rather unpleasant beauty fascism that dooms the creation as much as the lack of forethought on the part of his creator.
I've now just started on My Husband Betty by Helen Boyd. After purchasing it and reading the introduction I find out it's actually intended for the partners of trannies so I don't actually have anyone to pass it on to, but never mind, I'll persevere.
Oh my God, they killed Carson! You bastards!
I've just finished rereading Frankenstein by Mary Shelley for a reading group at work. I first read it around fourteen years ago whilst on a family holiday in Norway. I thought I remembered enjoying it, which would give a clue as to what a maudlin little goth I was back then as I now think it's the most badly-plotted piece of Romantic Luddite nonsense. Two hundred years ago it had an advantage that stories about the dangers of science weren't yet a genre in their own right and the birth of Michael Crichton was a good century and a half away, but now it's central message that the pursuit of knowledge is bad and any attempt to improve the lives of men is wrong, for a book subtitled The Modern Prometheus Shelley seems to prefer to concentrate on the character's punishment for stealing something that is the domain of the Gods and ignoring the positive effects it had for mankind.
And talk about a whiner! Frankenstein spends most of the book either passively bemoaning his wretched life or swooning when his monstrous creation has dispatched another of his hapless relations. As good little atheists the Shelleys would have had little truck with original sin, hence the monster learning to be monstrous only after severe mistreatment at the fists of humanity, but the fact that he is apparently so ugly that everyone who sees him automatically attacks him points to a rather unpleasant beauty fascism that dooms the creation as much as the lack of forethought on the part of his creator.
I've now just started on My Husband Betty by Helen Boyd. After purchasing it and reading the introduction I find out it's actually intended for the partners of trannies so I don't actually have anyone to pass it on to, but never mind, I'll persevere.
Labels: books, transvestites
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Does Tony Blair want to start another war before he leaves power?
"It puts the lotion in the basket..." Latest suspect in Suffolk Strangler case was apparently 'a cross-dresser'.
"It puts the lotion in the basket..." Latest suspect in Suffolk Strangler case was apparently 'a cross-dresser'.
Labels: Iran, The War Against Terror, Tony Blair, transvestites
Friday, September 01, 2006
Okay, so imagine you're a transvestite and, apart from that time around fourteen years ago when they caught you wearing some of the stuff from the back of your mother's wardrobe, you've never really talked to your parents about it. Not in a 'elephant in the corner of the room' kind of way, it's been touched upon but it's never been a real part of your relationship with them. Then they buy you this from your Amazon wishlist for your birthday. What would you think they're doing?
Labels: books, sex/gender, transgenderism, transvestites
