International Day of the Shit Weasel

Today’s apparently International Day of the Girl, which I learned this morning when my shit weasel of a United States representative posted a tweet:

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In 2009, he voted against the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act.  In 2011, he voted to cut funding for Planned Parenthood.  And, just earlier this month, he voted to criminalize abortion after 20 weeks of pregnancy.  I’m sure there are other examples of his ‘support of their struggle against unique obstacles,’ these simply reference the first few I came upon when researching his record.

Truth be told I’ve always questioned my grasp of irony.  Rain on your wedding day seems to me an oversimplification.  Tweeting about girls’ struggles against unique obstacles, when you yourself are a highly effective cog in the obstacle making machine, seems like a text book example.

I suppose if he and I could sit down and discuss this rationally, he could channel his inner pussy grabber-in-chief and start gaslighting me.  He could tell me all these votes pertain to women, not girls. Thus, he is perfectly justified in tweeting about International Day of the Girl.  Then he could belittle the soul crushing rage I felt upon seeing his tweet this morning by pointing out his work to end human trafficking.

Clearly, I just need to calm the fuck down and be grateful for his pro-girl leadership.

Here is where I have to go on the record to say I am very appreciative of his work to end human trafficking.  Honestly.

Here is where I will tell you I would very much like to live in a world without abortion.  I have some ideas which could point us in that direction, but they include a radical agenda of people without penises having access to things like healthcare, sex education, and birth control.  Oh yeah, speaking of birth control, who fucking needs it??

Astonishingly, Eric’s tweet was NOT my first opportunity to recognize International Day of the Shit Weasel.

Earlier in the morning, I’d been presented with a case for the culpability of Harvey Weinstein’s sexual harassment/assault victims.  Because, you know, they hadn’t come forward until now.

It’s been a while since I’ve suggested an alternative title for this blog, but how about:

Why Anne Has Resting Bitch Face

It was early and I hadn’t had coffee and I have no spine, so I simply responded with, “Please, do not say that to anyone else.”  Which was code for you sound like a completely idiotic misogynistic shit weasel when you say stuff like that.  Which isn’t totally true of you and I would hate for folks to get the wrong idea.

A more reasonable, responsible response on my part would have included:

Do not tell me what you would have done, unless you’ve been in the exact same situation.

Do not imply you would’ve had the moral fortitude to lay your entire career on the line and come forward.

Do not downplay the interrogation one will be subjected to if he or she comes forward with a claim of abuse or harassment.

Do not pretend to know what you DON’T FUKING KNOW.  

Instead, here are some things you could do:

Think about what it must feel like for a victim to walk into an HR office and make such a claim.

Think about the myriad of scenarios that could take place after said claim and remember none of them are an efficient means to a just end, even on the off chance a best case scenario were to play out.

Think about having to weigh whether or not your right to be respected as a human being is worth the inevitable shit show which coming forward will bring about.

Think about how much easier it would be to simply throw your hands in the air and yell FUCK IT.  Because you simply don’t want to deal with the bullshit.


The person who started this conversation later apologized and conceded that perhaps his statement hadn’t come out right.  And, to be honest, I don’t even remember the exact statement.  Don’t judge, this morning was a long time ago.  All I can tell you is my hackles were sufficiently raised.  And then I went on twitter.  And then I wrote a post pertaining to shit weasels.

So, yeah, pretty much just a normal Wednesday.

Happy International Day of the Girl.  May your pussies be ungrabbed, at least for today.