Somebody please explain ecofeminism to me.
Seriously. I’m wide open here, what could this possibly mean?
Does an ecofeminist only collect trash on her adopted stretch of highway with other hairy tools fighting the polluting patrimony? Or is this some female collective of activists who prevent third world substinence farmers from expanding their fields to feed their children? Could it be one of those PETA activists who hates the idea of pets and gasses the animals they rescue from shelters into a better existence? Does it relate to strident veganism? Do they hunt whalers, streaked with war paint, caterwauling a fierce cry as they board and beat the sailors into submission? Do they live in trees in need of cutting or spike their hearts to stop the lumberjacks by killing them as they go about their jobs?
Come on, you’re all smarter than I. Fill me in on this new label.
Ecofeminism (n) – The study of the global warming of the feminism movement due to menopause.
eve.enviroweb.org
I can only imagine the term us used to piss you off Daphne.
Rugged Thursday it seems.
That was damn funny. I actually laughed out loud, you sir, are a fine prize catch. Bravo!
Or to make laugh, darlin’ Arthur. Got the demons out and am feeling rather frisky. Amuse me.
Long ago Gaia, through the matriarchy led humankind gently and peacefully. The world was a marvelous place. Even animals hadn’t begun eating one another…
That was very good, I chuckled well and have a broad smile.
That would be me!!! I’ve just come home from Chapel Market armed with tomato and strawberry plants and herbs and stuff. For our little balcony.
I have swine flu. Pig flu. Done ‘incubating’ it so I can go out now and enjoy some fresh air. I don’t like being sick and stuck in. Lucky for me this thing hasn’t knocked me for six…trying to completely ignore it. If I sneeze on someone right now though I am walking weapon of mass destruction. Probably. Send me to Afghanistan!!
Ecofeminists are just hippy feminists with a brand new shiny label. Y’know like the morons that used to stake out Greenham Common and get their y fronts in a twist about trident back in the 80s.
Mother Earth?
Don’t know what it is, but feeds my motivation to be a more complete ecomisogynist.
Sometime soon after JFK’s assassination, it became very fashionable within the hard left to deploy a strategy of pretending to build things while laboring in actuality to destroy things. This could have come about because of the tactics put in place that would later surface in Saul Alinsky’s Rules for Radicals, but the most likely cause is that an unprecedented glut of babies grew into a generation of narcissists accustomed to having their own way with things simply by outnumbering others with contrary views.
Turns out it feels real good to destroy things while pretending to build things, when there are a lot of people of like mind participating in the same effort with you.
Ecofeminism, therefore, is simply the latest chapter of this, a nonsensical and sloppy modern hodge-podge of values antithetical to something else, disliked, that existed before. It is a nothing masquerading as a something. It is defined, not through what it is, but what it seeks to eradicate — cultural items, spiritual items, work and play items. Specifically: Private industry, strong gender definitions & relationships, private enterprise & industry, whiskey, beer, meat, guns, Christianity, clinical medicine, the list goes on and on. If it was invented by someone masculine, and it helps people, eco-feminists don’t like it. They prefer the nothings pretending to be somethings that stand in opposition: The occult, holistic therapy, aromatherapy, smoking grass, men dressing and acting like women, women dressing and acting like men, socialism, veganism, tofu and henna.
Hope this helps.
Great post, Daph. You’ve made my “short list” for the weekend. You’re in the stack much, much higher than anything about that pop star pedophile.
Thanks, Morgan!
Morgan K Freeberg
‘Sometime soon after JFK’s assassination, it became very fashionable within the hard left to deploy a strategy of pretending to build things while laboring in actuality to destroy things.’
Lots of my lefty friends who have spent their working lives in law, education, business and industry and much of their spare time on boards and doing volunteer work can’t help but wonder how Freeberg got the secret memo.
Curses.
Arthur,
Can’t help noticing your friends have been running damn near everything all year. And yet amid the wreckage of all the things that have been destroyed, nothing’s been built except a massive public debt and a vegetable garden.
Call my cynical, but I think the creative energies would’ve been manifested somehow, if they were substantially there.
Doctorate Upholder wins the thread… it was never close.
Hey Alison! We had those “Peace Camp” harpies camped outside of High Wycombe Air Station, too. For three looong years…
I don’t think you’re cynical Morgan.
The ‘hard left’ circa 1964 somehow becomes the middle of the road Obama Administration circa June 2009.
I think you’re lazy.
I always assumed it was a modern day hippy chick, Patchoulli oil, hemp clothes, hair all over the place,yikes! Camping out in a tree so it wont get cut down. I’d google it but Im afraid Ill find something that will piss me off, and right now Ive got a full dockett.
ecofeminism? In a practical sense it amounts to this: the toilet seat must be left down and you only get one sheet.
Ecofeminists are double-plus-ingrates. They labor in the saltmines of NPR and The New Republic (and DC too) supremely ignorant of the blessings of their washboard-free existence, brought to them by a MAN who invented the washing machine after another MAN harnessed electricity for them. Their Daddy – another MAN, gave them an ivy league education and in the depth of their ingratitude they spit in his eye by becoming lesbians for a few years before marrying some ball-less clone of Alan Alda.
Yeah, ecofeminists make me sick. They embrace the exoticism of the Arab culture and turn a wilfully blind eye to the misogyny and HOMOPHOBIA(!) there. Not to mention all the headchoppin’ .
I have over the years attempted to engage a few in dialogue – it’s futile. You would have to start in elementary school where they are taught that the founding fathers were all slave-owning dissipated louts who populated the New World with mullatos when they weren’t slaughtering Indian babies.
I try not to hope I see them on their knees begging some bearded mullah to kill them last… and I pray for God’s forgiveness when I do.
Wow, teresa. I think I really, really like teresa. Oh my.
teresa
hope you don’t mind, I cut and pasted your definition to send to a niece that you are describing.
The most highly educated person in the history of our family ,
sweet, but totally worthless.
Well done Teresa. Fantasizing about about bearded Mullahs slicing up a few ineffectual, harmless women who have but a tiny fraction of the power you suggest.
Have a great weekend.
I don’t think you’re cynical Morgan. The ‘hard left’ circa 1964 somehow becomes the middle of the road Obama Administration circa June 2009. I think you’re lazy.
Au contrair. I killed a fly, just last night. One shot.
Thank you Andy. I enjoyed reading your blog – particularly the piece you wrote about you and our wife – you get it and I’ll bet she does too.
You are welcome to use it Stoney, and thanks for asking.
Yes, Arthurstone, it’s very wrong of me to wish such things on another person. That’s why I ask God to forgive me for it.
The ecofeminists, however are so deluded and so practiced in their wilful blindness that they don’t see the basic ingratitude at the base of their ideology. Their views are spawned by hatred and resentment of parents who give them everything and transferred over when they are adults to their country and the men who make it work.
They are basically insulated and detached from the reality of the world, both its violence and the things it takes to keep the wheels turning.
They’ll get a wake-up call one day maybe, in the form of some violent encounter or another. If they’re lucky, some man will rescue them. If they’re a decent human being, they’ll be grateful and maybe start to seee things in a different light.
Hummm, I see my work here is done before I get here to do it.
Don’t be so hard on yourself teresa.
You’re on the cutting edge of theology.
‘Pastor Urges His Flock to Bring Guns to Church’
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/26/us/26guns.html?_r=1&scp=2&sq=concealed%20weapons%20in%20church&st=cse
Narcissism relentlessly masquerades as selfless concern.
Ahhhh the new york times. Well, what can I say – other than that I am permitted to take my gun wherever I go in his country – except certain establishments that sell likker or those well-known gun-free zones called publik skools.
Good thing this lady had her gun at church:
http://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/14817480/detail.html
teresa jerked a knee:
‘Ahhhh the new york times.’
Did you find an error in the story?
Bumper sticker du jour:
‘What Would Jesus Pack?’
James Wilson-
I got the same fortune cookie at Hing Loon last night.
As a native New Yorker who decamped for more northerly climes I have earned he privilege of jerking whatever part of my anaomy I can upon hearing the old grey whore mentioned. If ever a paper deserves junk bond status it’s that one.
Would Jesus want me to stand and watch you get shot by some crazy if I could prevent it? I don’t think so. Be sure and post a sign on your apartment door stating “Gun free zone” so all the thugs know who to rob first.
Brava, Teresa. You are definitely a keeper, where’ve you been hiding your audacious self?
Well thank you, Daphne!
Mostly I just lurk, but occasionally I just can’t help myself, and once I get tired of spanking all those children ….well, you know.
Hey, I’m dyin’ to know – did you ever get the chickens?
teresa,
Ditto what Daphne said. You’re attracting quite the broad loyal following here, and you can count me among them. You make me wish the cloning technology was already working.
Arthur,
In your own comical quirky little way you’re a keeper too. All the great blogs have a gadfly. It’s been advanced seriously, in more than one context, that said gadflies are simply alter-egos of whoever hosts the blog, keeps the books and washes the bottles.
Not sure what one of you is doing here, though. Daphne impresses me as quite the straight-shooter. Sometimes when I’m at a loss of faculty and/or extraordinarily drunk, I have delusions that you might be a real flesh-and-blood person…and that real flesh-and-blood people might occasionally say some of the things you say.
I really did kill that fly, by the way. That’s — what — about four and a half Obama-months of accomplishment?
I do enjoy reading me some female pundits.
Especially them that God gifted with cast iron testicles.
Other than the occasional crank, I’d have to say my commenters (and readers) are of an exceptionally high caliber. Lots of smart, witty folks running through my world.
Teresa, lurking is just fine – I tend to be a lurker most of the time myself, even here. On the chickens; I had a lightening strike of rationality and put off the chickens until we’re done vacationing after July. I have no one willing to care for them and apparently no one boards chickens. I checked. Received quite a few belly laughs and several bouts of stunned silence from the various kennels I called.
I don’t know what was so damn funny about needing a chicken sitter, other people have birds and go off on vacations. This may be a niche marketing opportunity for somebody who loves poultry.
Chickens in August. I promise to post on the sweet things when they arrive, I hope I don’t end up hating them.
We did get two new kittens last week, I’m keeping them under lock so they won’t end up as coyote snacks.
I’m very glad one of my topics aggravated you enough to break silence, it’s been a real treat reading your intelligent and articulate thoughts. Feel free to weigh in anytime it suits, we all like you very much.
*Don’t mind Morgan’s weird flirting, he wants to clone every fine minded woman he comes across (which are plenty, the man gets around the finer end of the blogosphere) but he’s pretty much committed to the blonde, buxom blog goddess Cassy Fiano. I’ve tried to woo him away, he comes for a day or two of heavy petting, then heads straight back to her arms. I probably wouldn’t mind so much if he didn’t look exactly like David Beckham. ;-)
Morgan – Thanks very much for the kind welcome – I’ve been a reader of your blog for quite some time so I’m feeling like I’m talking to a celebrity. Except that I live on a farm up near Canada and I don’t talk to celebrities.
My husband is preparing the DNA swab for shipment and as soon as we receive your payment the genetic material is yours and clone away, my internet friend!
You may find disparate results however, as nurture counts for a lot and this commenter had a very, very odd upbringing.
It’s very funny, Daphne – I came here first from a link either from VanderLeun or Sippican, both of who I greatly admire – wonderful writers. I was smitten by your writing and your ability to craft a tale(two different things, in my estimation). Imagine my surprise when I clicked on the names of those kind commenters who posted to me in his thread – “Dipso Chronicles, Eratosthenes” I’ve been reading these guys for years – never thought I’d rate an acknowledgement from them. I feel like one of those girls at a Beatles concert in the ’60′s. Except with less shrieking. A very kind welcome, and thank you. I must say, I’ve never heard a come-on line quit lik Morgan’s before. My husband was all set to begin selling my highly sought-after DNA on ebay as a retirement strategy.
Smart idea on the chickens – couple of years ago during all time record snowfall here I had to make a couple trips to Boston for my husband to fulfill some training with the USCG for his license- we had a heckuva time finding someone to care for our farm animals. Between that and strapping on the snowshoes and fightng thru waisthigh snowdrifts, when summer came we decided to divest ourselves of the herd.
I know a couple college kids around here who housesit and take care of farm animals. They don’t charge that much either. If you have an AG school near where you are, maybe a student could be useful to you. A very good magazine is “Counryside and Small Stock Journal”. They have a ton of articles on small poultry flocks and homesteading, etc.
Seeing red chickens pecking round on the green grass is a lovely thing. I have to stop talking about it or I’ll be calling up the hatchery.
Looking forward to living vicariously through you!
Arthur, you recognized your fortune cookie, and your name was not even on the reservation.
Confucius say,
Perchance for whom this bell tolls be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that.
The chicken sitting will definitely be on the menu next year, thanks for the tips. Had to laugh over the AG school, we’re in Austin, they wouldn’t let one of those anywhere near the county line. Too bumpkin for this snooty IT crowd.
The men here like women and when they find a good one they love to sing her praises – I’m not surprised you’ve captured their attention. I should include my resident charming contrarian Arthur here, he only addresses worthy opponents – consider his debate (baiting) a graceful acknowledgement. He ignores everyone he considers dull.
I don’t know Sippican, but I love his words. The other three men are all stand up guys that I’d vouch for any day of the week, plus they’re all smoking cool dudes.
I’m off for the evening, hope you stick around and lurk less. You have a beautiful written voice.
Buck – Yup that was them. It was Cruise not Trident. My bad. Women for Life on Earth… Mmmm what other group of blinkered bints do they remind me of. They even have the same tactics. They had their symbolic martyrs too. One woman died. In the end it was two smart women who eventually saw them off as with all things brilliantly political, it would be! Thatcher and one other who’s name I forget but who took on their leader and swatted their arguments with wonderful political skill.
Arthurstone, even though you think I’m a mean racist bigot or whatever, I thought you done pretty good here, boyo. You’re right. They have zero political influence. If it concerns some overeducated daddy’s girls with polished political views who like camping and banging tomatoes, biggus dealus. Good luck to them, enjoy, have fun with your eggplants. If they get political then craft some skill not snobbery to take em down! ;)
There’s something called “ecofeminism”?
I guess I need to get out more.
Or not.
Me too, Phil. I didn’t have a clue.
I used to go out to the UK Guardian’s CommentIsFree section and troll around looking for comments by a woman going by “teresaklein” when I wanted to feel better regarding the progressive wave that has engulfed Western Culture in general. She generally wandered in to the cesspool of extremely progressive chatter at the Guardian just to stir up shit and she does it well.
Seriously, I’d do searches for “teresaklein” just to see where she was commenting. Smart. Witty. And best of all, The Right Point Of View IMHO. I’d still love to figure out who she is just so I could carry on conversations with her over the web. Haven’t done that for a while. Come to think of it, I’m kinda jonesin’ for a fix, suddenly.
I doubt it’s this teresa, but she reminds me of her a bit. This one I guess has expatriated to canuckland, I gather, while Ms Klein appears to be in Arizona somewhere.
I’d clone Daphne, Teresa, Teresa Klein, and Cassy if I could. An army of Real Women.
None of them would replace my wife, mind you. But I likes me some smart, well-spoken females just to hang out with — virtually or otherwise.
Ecofeminist (not to be confused with Echofeminist): a woman who loves nature everywhere except in her own body.