Tuesday, 7 March 2017

You know what fucking shits me....?



THIS shit shits me to fucking tears. 

The Committee for Melbourne (which, by the way, appears to be an unelected pack of unrepresentative swill ie rich pricks who think they are too cool for the Masons but still want to be Masons, and furthermore is definitely not the fucking boss of me) has somehow decided it has the right to install some "female" crosswalk signals at major Melbourne intersections. Fucking hell, Committee for Melbourne, has the last forty years of wave after wave after wave of feminism taught you absolutely fucking nothing?

This is an image of a person wearing a dress. By slapping up half a dozen of these at various showoff interections in the CBD, what you achieve is a whole concrete jungle full of flashing, beeping gendercrap, viz this perfectly symmetrical Rorschach blot of shit:
  1. People wearing dresses are women
  2. Women are identifiable by the fact that they wear dresses
  3. Any green stick figure not wearing a dress (like, the other five hundred million stick figures on crossing signals) is not a woman. Default stick figure thereby confirmed for ever as MAN. Smell the LYNX.
  4. Men are identifiable by the fact that they wear pants
  5. People wearing pants are men

And what did we have before this massive failbag of arsewipe of an unnecessary intervention? Just the consistent low-level irritation of the green stick figure being universally described as the "green man". 

OK let's do a thought experiment. Let's say we decided, as a community (and not as a virus-laden golden shower of networking-industry-leading arseholes etc) that we wanted to do something about changing this situation. (As opposed to, say, doing something about the robust and vigorous culture of public sexual harrassment that makes our fine city a shitty place for women every fucking day, as I have mentioned here once or twice before). What we could do is just start calling it a green person, couldn't we Committee for Melbourne? Couldn't we do that, and encourage others to do the same? 

Oh right, that would be difficult. Sorry, I forgot that we don't try to do difficult things to change a noxious culture, especially when we are the Committee for Melbourne and much too busy eating a game-changing bag of dicks at our bi-monthly business leaders breakfast seminars.  Leave the fixing of the world's problems to people who actually live in it next time.

p.s. happy fucking International Womens' Day tomorrow, creeps!

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