Desculpa, com sua vênia. Eu não vou parar de falar que homem é imprestável até para trocar uma lâmpada, nem deixar de fazer piadas sobre o casamento ser um martírio.
Misandria irônica é coisa diferente. É falar “morte aos homens”, “eu odeio homens”, “homens são estupradores”. Do outro lado do muro, é o equivalente aos movimentos masculinistas chamando as mulheres de “depósito de porra”.
Bruna Torlay é um dos méritos de Olavo de Carvalho. Professora genial que lê o mundo atual com base em Platão, não com base em manchetezinha.
Mais uma que é alvo de ladrão de carteiro aposentado e pagador de propina pra lobista.
“Radfems” say gender theory destroyed feminism. Gender theorists say feminism laid the groundwork for it. And now a new sex-realist feminism tries to redeem what remains of the earlier movements.
The woman is dead, everyone can see it!, but no one seems willing to follow that logic all the way back to where it began.
A response to Margaret Harper McCarthy's "It's Her Fault" — and a pushback on everyone who thinks the problem began with Butler.
https://t.co/QYs2kJX1CF
For the past two years, I have been meditating on how the Virgin Mary carries within herself the key to the sublimation of that «paranoia» toward which the «feminine genius» is inclined.
I have read extensively, ranging from Marian theology to traditional symbolism, yet none of these works has fully contained what I seek. They are either too apologetic, too historical, or they reduce the problem to psychological accounts. And nowhere do they address the question of how this mediation unfolds, from medieval devotion to modern tragedy.
This Easter, however, something within this mystery was revealed to me, far more painfully than I would have wished. Something that convinced me that the Theotokos is the only true lighthouse in this anxious sea: the obscure relation between the female body, «hysteria», and its encounter with the «Mater Dolorosa».
But oh, God, how small I am! My heart is bleeding; my void must become yet more void if I am ever to be filled with You, and I do not know if I can bear it.
The Jews told people that the male g spot was in the ass to normalize homosexuality, when in reality the real male g spot is in the foreskin — which they took from you
Unbelievable