fuck eve ensler
so yesterday i got to go to a luncheon and discussion with eve ensler. discussion...right. i didn't realize that meant listening to the art director of city theatre ask her scripted questions to which she replied scripted answer while the rich old "feminists" of pittsburgh grabbed at her every word and then asked, "So if I were in Iran, I would have the ideal body?" fuck you lady. the only reason you're here is to give your money to her and the theatre, oh and fuck your body. fuck your tightly wrapped, nail polished, lip sticked, botoxed feminism that tells everyone that its the patriarchy telling you that you must look this way, oh and here is your free gift: a smart ones cosmetics case with dior perfume and coupons for diet products inside. i get that when you become a cultural icon you have to work with the system in some way to get money for the cause, but fuck it man. don't give me your shit about how we are going to make it a WYIMYINNNNNSSS world and castrate all the men, shove some tits in them, sew up their crotch and pump them up with hormones. oh and to the men in the room, thanks so much for being here, its great to see allies! i don't need your $400 lipstick wonder bread feminism. and don't fucking call your self a radical feminist cause im pretty sure i could find 50 that would like to kick your ass. and don't ask who is a feminist in the room and when i raise my hand think you are representing me. fuck the patriarchy, but you know what eve, fuck the matriarchy just as much. fuck you eve ensler, and the plastic fucking bullshit you spew out.