(February 1, 2014 at 12:30 pm)TaraJo Wrote:(February 1, 2014 at 9:58 am)whateverist Wrote: Like Christianity, feminism has its share of fundamentalists. It is always appropriate to point out the error of fundamentalists. Any right thinking feminist will welcome genuine critique even if they disagree. There is no righteous orthodoxy of feminist thought.
Also like Christianity, if you tell a fundamentalist feminist that she's a fundie, she simply points to another, even more exreme feminist and says "I'm not an extremist; that's an extremist!" And when you do find one who admits to being extremist, like Christians, they argue that their extremism is completely justified.
In my case, "radical feminist" doesn't tend to mean "feminist who is hostile to everything mainstream" but it does mean "feminist who doesn't like transsexuals." No matter how abrasive they are to everyone else or how angry they are, if they aren't transphobic, they won't call themselves radical feminists (or radfems).
(February 1, 2014 at 11:32 am)là bạn điên Wrote: Futile the winds.
I have successfully helped 3 lesbian couples through sperm donation over the past 2 years. Do you think they should be able to sue me for child support?
And, for the record, it's happened.
http://verdict.justia.com/2014/01/27/cra...ld-support
I have never under stood the reasons why many feminists are against transgender individuals. If anything I thought that feminists would support lbgt people even more seeing as how these people are still actively oppressed in some communities, especially transgender individuals.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
