Snappin’ Amanda Marcotte Bungles the Jungle
April 27th, 2008 . by Serr8dAmanda Marcotte’s new book “It’s a Jungle Out There” is causing much internal strife amongst feminists. Because of the ‘40 era comic book imagery used, both on the cover and inside the book. Supposedly racist, sexist, and every politically correct -ist and -ism you can imagine. Amanda is being savaged on feminazi blogs across the spectrum.
Don’t you hate it when leftists eat their own? ;D
Go see the book’s internal images (taken in a bookstore, obviously) here. I could post them, but won’t. They aren’t in color, and each has a big, fat thumb (sloppy technique, that) holding the book open.
Seal Press, the book’s publisher, has keeled over with a public apology. Amanda Marcotte has another. Feminist blogs are screaming bloody kotex murder.
Jeff Goldstein has an excellent essay up. Classic Goldstein. You’ll have to visit there and read it.
Hilarity ensues.
I can only approve…and enjoy!
Oh, and this…saving their nuts for a Sunday….
crossed from the PW Pub
Wow. You just can’t keep a silly bitch happy.
I didn’t read all the links but I remember when she first came up with this idea last year that the cover had a picture of a woman being carried off by a gorilla.
Naturally, when liberals see a gorilla carrying a white woman the first thing they think of is a black man kidnapping a white woman so hilarity, hurt feelings, threats of boycotting, high dudgeon, and pandering ensued.
Wow. I’m glad meatboy has kept up with this, so I didn’t have to!
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Brian, Jill over at Feministe read Jeff’s post. Or, didn’t, because Jeff didn’t write about a rape. In any event, Jill’s breathing fire.
Ahh, smell the burning identity politics~!
JP, address your litterbox[es]. Grownups are talking.
Rusty, address your lips to my rosy, pink sphincter. Y’all are straining at gnats, but be my guest. And please, feel free to not believe me when I say, “You’re straining at gnats.” It makes y’all look even more out-of-touch, and whacko than usual.
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They wish they could get raped. Jill may be breathing something but I’d guess tuna more than fire.
Seeing their kind, it’s easy to understand why they put evaporated milk in their snatch and invite all the neighborhood stray cats over.
Keep an eye on Larry Elvis there, Jefftard. If he comes home smelling like low tide at the pier you may be able to guilt the femifisting crew to throw you that pity link and get you into that coveted double digit visitors a day territory.
It makes y’all look even more out-of-touch, and whacko than usual.
Oh please, this is tragically comical from you, reality left your domain long ago.
In the past month all you can write about is sexual innuendo. You’re gay, we get it. Does every put down from you have to be, “address your lips to my rosy, pink sphincter”? Last week it was blowjobs with your wife.
They are not even clever putdowns. It is embarrassing to see such vapid writing. If we needed democommie here we would have ask him. Pick up your game.
I’ll chip your tooth with my game, Oddboy.
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Cutaway JP
Cutaway JP
That cat has a pained expression.
Jeff has had to explain his original post to the feminists and short-leash leftists coming in to rant (the original post is pushing 350 comments right now).
From the original post…
Jeff’s reply…
Read the posts, for the context.
Better’n warm apple pie.