See if you can piece together the lurid tale, known as Syncgate, from the following players: the Marine Corps Band, the White House, the Marine Headquarters PAO, and Beyonce. I, for one, am somewhat burned out on the whole gate moniker. But it is catchy and reeks of scandal and scandal sells.
I am highly wary of the term feminism. I’ve found those that practice this particular ideology don’t seek equality, but rather want power. I can’t even bear to read most articles on the topic. Like this one, titled Beyoncé is my kind of feminist,
According to Neil McCormick, this song is “cringe inducing, with lots of sensuous moaning about the ways in which the trio will serve their man”. I’m surprised he didn’t make more of the fact that Beyoncé is calling her next tour theMrs. Carter Show(Jay Z’s official surname) – as this surely further fuels his limited argument about what it is to be feminist and the fact that Beyonce surely cannot be one. By his logic this display of hers, showing off that she is happily married to a man, Beyoncé must surely get some feminist points deducted?
So here is it again. The same old myth: that in order to be a feminist, you have to live a life solely dedicated to publicly airing your feminist views, only talking about power of women (never men) whilst burning your entire underwear drawer.
I find it interesting that a female bull rider named Maggie Parker is in the news:
Ms Parker became professional last June after tackling a bucking bull for the full eight seconds needed to qualify as a pro. She relocated to Santa Maria, California, where she is being trained by top mentor Gary Leffew.
Her current percentage of staying on bulls is 35-40 per cent – which is a normal average for professional riders.
But despite winning plaudits as a female in a predominantly male sport, Ms Parker said she still faces difficulties in being accepted – especially when she gets bucked off a bull.
“They [men] say, ‘This is why girls shouldn’t ride bulls and girls aren’t made for this,'” she said, adding: “But it all depends on the person.
“You’re either a good bull rider or you’re not. It takes a long time to gain people’s respect and get treated the same as the men.
“Sometimes it’s been harder for me because when you’re learning how to ride a bull you’re going to get bucked off – and you’re going to get hurt. It’s just not going to look very pretty while you’re riding.”
The bottom line: to get respect, show proficiency in your field. Or show character in learning how to excel in whatever profession you work in. The best kind of respect is that which is earned. That has nothing to do with birth, race, gender, any of that. Another hint: if you are always respectful, you will be respected. If for no other reason than people admire those that are respectful.
Anang and Zoosh are two artists. Sure, they go by one name. Kind of a Cher, Madonna, Shakira, Beyonce thing. They are average in their skills. One of their works:
Tara Lieberg is the curator at this particular gallery in the Great Lakes region. You outta check out some of Anang and Zoosh’s other works. They paint in an unconventional way. (Yes Virginia, they are naked.)
Occupy Wall Street, New York City.
The misnamed 99% crowd are working to promote their brand. By patenting their various names, they hope to capitalize on the movement.
In recent weeks, the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office has received a spate of applications from enterprising merchandisers, lawyer and others seeking to win exclusive commercial rights to such phrases as “We are the 99 percent,” ”Occupy” and “Occupy DC 2012.”
Organizers of the protest centered in Manhattan’s Zuccotti Park went so far as to file for a trademark of “Occupy Wall Street” after several other applications connected to the demonstrations were filed with the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office.
Nothing like having your cake and eating it too. Protest it and practice it.
And just yesterday Mr. Z (first name: Jay, Mr. Put-a-Ring-On-It-I-Did, Mistah Beyonce) backed out of his shady plan to make money off the protesting hippies. Oh no, Jay-Z got owned:
After a perceived attempt to cash in on the Occupy Wall Street movement by hawking T-shirts with the slogan “Occupy All Streets,” the $22 shirts were suddenly removed from the “Otis” rapper’s Rocawear website Saturday with no explanation (not yet, anyway.)
So, what went down?
Jay-Z reportedly came under fire after word got out that Rocawear didn’t plan to donate any of the proceeds from the sale of the shirts to the Occupy Wall Street movement (which was later confirmed by a rep for the clothing company.)
My guess: 95% of us fall into the 1%, the group the Occupy folks are protesting. I do not know a single protester. Actually, I don’t chat up any bankers or stock traders on a daily basis either. To me, this whole affair simply reeks of charade.
Everybody’s been too damn polite about this nonsense:
The “Occupy” movement, whether displaying itself on Wall Street or in the streets of Oakland (which has, with unspeakable cowardice, embraced it) is anything but an exercise of our blessed First Amendment. “Occupy” is nothing but a pack of louts, thieves, and rapists, an unruly mob, fed by Woodstock-era nostalgia and putrid false righteousness.
These clowns can do nothing but harm America.
“Occupy” is nothing short of a clumsy, poorly-expressed attempt at anarchy, to the extent that the “movement” – HAH!
Some “movement”, except if the word “bowel” is attached – is anything more than an ugly fashion statement by a bunch of iPhone, iPad wielding spoiled brats who should stop getting in the way of working people and find jobs for themselves.
This is no popular uprising. This is garbage.
Please read the rest. I have increased respect for Mr. Miller. I always thought his Dark Knight work was too dark, and not enough knight, for my tastes. But him standing up and writing what he did, he gets the MVB (B = blogger) trophy. Spoiled brats indeed.
Out of curiosity, I searched for Frank’s latest project. Guess what? He is drawing a counter-terrorism comic titled:
Holy Terror, which launched the comic and publishing imprint of Legendary Pictures, was originally conceived as a Batman story and was a response by Miller to the terrorist attacks of 9-11. (The hero is now called the Fixer and features a female cat burglar who is not named Catwoman.)
The early reviews from the usual elitists are brutal. All the right tools are outraged. It just may be good. . .