Ammo Grrrll takes apart the always miserable Leftist. - Granite Grok

Ammo Grrrll takes apart the always miserable Leftist.

Thanks PatriarchyI put up my own take on the perpetually aggrieved Professor of Gender Studies who, once again, proved that the Left can’t take ANY kind of a joke and has no problem in ruining a senior citizen’s career over her being offended (yep, that kind of a lout).  However, she renders judgement on Simona Sharoni in a way that I could not touch (emphasis mine):

In the long forgotten Victorian Era, one had to refer to a chair or piano “leg” as a “limb.” The word “leg” was so triggering to Victorian ladies that they would have to lie down on a fainting couch. Today’s “strong,” “independent” feminists have brought us full circle to where hearing “ladies’ lingerie” is an occasion for virtual fainting. And then A Grievously and Perpetually Offended Woman has to run right off and tattle to Big Daddy Executive Director. That’s one tough cookie of a feminist! In the event of trouble, I want nobody on my team who is rendered limp and “shaken” by the words “ladies’ lingerie.” Or by any mere words.

This great feminist hero, possibly angling for a job on MSNBC, declared AFTER the first round of apologies by Mr. Lebow – which, of course, were inadequate and unacceptable — “I have dedicated my life to confronting sexism and I cannot and will not remain silent when misogyny is in play.” To which I, a not insane woman, would say: “Bite me.”

I would add: you are a humorless, wretched, petty, vindictive twit, looking for an occasion for self-aggrandizement and a “leg up” in whatever airless space you occupy. You are nothing more than an adult-like version of the same prissy little grade school tattletales who told Teacher of petty infractions that occurred while she was out of the room. Your ilk were the reason I spent a lot of time clapping erasers and sitting in the hall. You were always girls – why was that? Boys could be many annoying things, but they were rarely tattletales.

Ms. Sharoni: You get a lot of money to teach not one, but two, frivolous, unserious subjects that make my Sociology major look positively dignified – Women’s and now “Gender” Studies. My advice would be to go quietly about peddling your unscholarly, indoctrinating crap under the radar in the hopes that nobody really notices how useless you are and continues to give you a paycheck. But where’s the fun in that when you can torture a “white man” who mentions “ladies’ lingerie” in an elevator? There’s a better than even chance that you can take away his livelihood by pretending in the most disgustingly dishonest way that you were harmed somehow. And wouldn’t THAT be a feather in your tinfoil hat?!

Where were the other women in this tempest in a thimble? Did not even one defend Mr. Lebow? If not, you cowardly, bleating sheeple, we have nothing in common but lady bits.

For example, I am generally a happy person, looking for ways to amuse or uplift others. I enjoy every single part of my day, starting with my morning walk with the Paranoid Texan who makes many, many jokes, not one of which do I parse for “sexism” or “misogyny.” I laugh and see if I can top his joke or “riff” on it. Men who enjoy my company, without exception, LIKE women. Later, Mr. AG comes out of his man cave for a little brunch and we eat and joke together although, sometimes, I must confess, he does touch me. Oh, icky poo. Boy cooties! No, wait…I remember now: I LIKE both joking AND being touched. Because I am not insane.

(H/T: Powerline)

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