Even though my fatass has been HOWLING wildly about this for several years now, the UTTER FRUSTRATION of getting it JUST RIGHT and accommodating EVERYFUCKINGBODY’S SPECIFIC FEMINIST AGENDA in EVERY single legitimate and powerful statement in support of Feminism has at last hit the mainstream cultural zeitgeist.

Perhaps now, some motherfuckers will finally get that by ruthlessly accusing, parsing, cornering, attacking, shaming, and “calling out” even those who are genuinely trying to ally with us in our fight — no matter how well-intentioned we may be — we are, in fact, WORKING AGAINST OURSELVES.

And, even more inexplicable and self-sabotaging, if something is not expressed JUST RIGHT…WE ARE EVEN ATTACKING EACH OTHER. I have seen it time and time again. What the fuck is up with THAT? And worse, how UNFEMINIST is THAT?

People just need to calm the fuck down and accept ALL offers of alliance…even if those attempting to express their support don’t speak the tiresome, exclusionary, lofty, academic language of “patriarchal problematic privilege triggering reductive non-intersectional micro-aggressions”.

And, let me get this straight. People are eagerly marching right up and knocking on our Clubhouse door — a Club which we have been fighting to get them to join SINCE THE BEGINNING OF GOTTDAMNED TIME — and we are turning them away BECAUSE THEY DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT PASSWORD?


For Maude’s sake, people are TRYING, people — but they are being scared away from the cause by constant, aggressive, swarming, rabid language police. If someone is legitimately trying and they stand with us in their hearts…even if they don’t yet “talk the talk” — they are trying their very best to “walk the walk” in the linguistic minefield that is modern Feminism.

So, quit tripping them up in their tentative, admirable baby steps, just accept the love that is being offered, and LET IT RIDE, Bitches.

We can do better.

We are on our way.

We’ll get there.

We’ll KILL IT.

That is all.


About muffybolding

Muffy Bolding is a mother/writer/actor/knitter/feminist/withered debutante who likes the smell of asparagus pee, and remains obsessed with the bathroom hygiene of her three children -- despite the fact that they are 23, 19, and 16. She is blissfully married to a cute Jewish boy who looks like Willie Wonka, but remains tragically in love with the dead poet, Ted Hughes. She has the mouth of a Teamster, and her patron saint is Rocco (pestilence relief.) Ms. Bolding lives in Southern California, where she enjoys typing words, making movies, and plucking the rings from the fingers of the dead. She was the co-creator and Editor-in-Chief of the award winning satire zine, Fresno Lampoon, and in between writing screenplays, carnival barking, and savagely threatening her trio of darling larvae with a wooden spoon, she currently publishes the zine, "Withered Debutante." More of her work can also be found in the anthology, "Mamaphonic: Balancing Motherhood and Other Creative Acts", the compilation zine, "Mamaphiles III: Coming Home", as well as in The Cortland Review and She is currently writing and producing for film and television, and working on a book of essays entitled, "Inside A Chinese Dragon." She has slept around, but not nearly as much as she would have liked.
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1 Response to FINALLY

  1. Jill says:

    Hieee! Like the way you swear! Love You! ☺

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