I think it's time we go...extinct. The oceans will fill with fish again. Coral reefs will thrive again. Bison will cover the prairie. Trees will grow gigantic again.

We are destructors and we drape our devestation with little fairy tales about how God loves us best and the Earth is ours to skin and gut, as if we're not animals trapped on this ball and subject to our appetites.

All girls, all boys, whatever. It's time for us to go and the loss of our procreative potential will get the job done.

Regarding touting one's incompetence, I'm in an outdoorsy profession and I regularly meet people who tell me that they're ready to rough it as long as there's room service. It's that princess thingy, where one is brought food on pretty plates.

Whenever I hear the neighborhood kids tell me their princess aspirations, I tell them, "Why would you want to be a princess? They don't do anything. They don't paint, build, or grow food. They're pale and weak and live off the labor of others."

Yeah, it sounds like I'm a commie. In that I worship labor and laborers instead of princesses, I am.

I often wish the same questions would be posed. Through a Biblical lens, McCain is an adulterer and fornicator. Yet, he brags about his wayward penis.

Regarding MMM, I had a roommate who lived to tell the tale of when her mother expected too much of her. Again and again, she told that story with no resolution, much less a rising of comprehension or compassion. I think my roommate was typical. And I think your assumption that MMM is generalizing from what he's framed as a betrayal (and it might have been a betrayal) to all feminists is likely, but playing his tapes doesn't seem to tender a resolution, much less a rising of comprehension or compassion.

He does make good points, one of which is that men do tend to do the dirty, dangerous work, although a sweatshop is both dirty and dangerous and often manned by women. However, I've dated and loved and fucked men who do dirty, dangerous work and I assuming that MMM, like most men who post at Salon, are desk jockeys. Those men with cut, callused hands don't identify with desk jockeys, whereas men like MMM do identity with them. So, if MMM were in a group of burly boys and he started talking about how men do the dirty work, those burly boys would laugh at him because he's not of them and they don't sift by male and female, but by men who do the dirty work and men who don't.

Thanks for responding. And thanks again for the civility. Obviously, this medium empowers incivility, so your querying MMM, man to merely mortal man, is an uncommon kindness. Thirdly, thanks for acknowledging that men who labor have their code and they don't take kindly to having men with soft hands slap their backs. That men in these threads regularly cuddle up to men who labor, albeit ideologically, makes me wonder if they even know men who labor, for they don't appear to know their code. And, yes, many of the men who post the same things, again and again, at Broadsheet, make some good points, but their repetitiveness renders those good points into static. I like Brightstar because he sometimes veers off script. Likewise, some of the Broadsheet writers render their good points into static by repetition, but some also surprise.

I tend to differentiate by class. There are rich people and everyone else. I think class is much more problematic than gender or race, but I've learned that's a minority opinion and just never you mind that people will opine and opine about race and gender, but class gets as much cuddle time as a cobra.

I believe we all have hidden agendas and that our hidden agendas are often hidden to us, but I also believe in good intent and that, with vigilance, good intent can occasionally trump a hidden agenda.

You sound like a swell guy. We agree that it can get a whole lot harder than being a Western woman or man. That some western white women want to claim the suffering of women with amputated clits gives me the creeps. If you go there, if you stand between an African woman and the rusty blade, then you share that pain. Otherwise, you're positioned atop relative social privilege and one can't claim that person's pain.

Here's what I like and it's rare: a person who cares beyond their group. For example, a gay activist who's gay is common. A woman who's a feminist is also common. Unfortunately, a man who says that Broadsheeters are stupidheads is also common at Broadsheet. But a man with empathy for women or a white person with empathy for black people is rare. I'm not talking about hypothetical empathy or situational empathy that will garner bed creds (I'm a pro-woman man, so fuck me, please!) or social creds (I'm open to my black brothers and sisters, so admire me, please!), but dedicated life-creds.

I think it's time that we, the homo sapiens species, checks out...for good. Our gluttony is just too great, as is our bloodlust.

...gobble the Earth. Everything else is heresy.

"That thong is just wong."

...latest trend, then every girl would hunger for ham on her sternum.

Well, I think thongs are the string of pork chops. I tried 'em.

"They're odd at first, but after a bit, they're not ba-a-a-d!" my friends bleated.

Liars.

So, let me see if I got it right: sexy is when we smush our breasts and cleave our crack.