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Permitting Abortion and Prohibiting Prenatal Harm

I think abortion should be allowed. And I think prenatal harm (especially that caused by ingesting various legal and illegal substances while pregnant) should not be allowed. Some accuse me of hypocrisy or, more accurately, maintaining a contradictory position: either women have the right to control what happens to their bodies or they don’t. No …

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The price of being a philosophically irresponsible idiot

[an excerpt from The Blasphemy Tour, written as Jass Richards]   “We hope you’re enjoying Texas?” the show’s host said, after he introduced Dylan and Rev as his first guests of the day. “Well, we’re a little puzzled by all the American flags. Outside on people’s houses and their lawns—we’ve even been seeing them sticking …

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How to Make a Man Grow Up

I was recently surprised to discover that in the U.S., men are required by law to register for the “selective service system”. Only men. I thought women were allowed in their military now. And required. I didn’t think they had ‘the draft’ anymore. When I expressed my surprise, hoping to engage someone in conversation, the …

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Why Do Men Seek Arousal?

So I’m reading Robert Jensen (Getting Off: Pornography and the end of masculinity), and he says porn is intended to provide sexual arousal. Sexual arousal? Not sexual satisfaction? If you’re not aroused in the first place, why would you intentionally try to get aroused? Because then you’ll just have to find a way to deal …

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Men Need to Reclaim the Moral

Something I noticed when I taught Business Ethics, primarily to male students, is that men seem to think ethics is ‘a girl thing’. What? What?! (My god, that can explain everything!) Men routinely insult other men who express concern about doing the right thing—“What are you, a fucking boy scout?” Note that boy scouts are …

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Men and Words

As a result of a recent exchange on a blog in which I felt insulted enough by the patronizing tone taken by the moderator that I decided not to participate any further, while another commenter (a male) responded with a mere “LOL”, I asked yet another commenter (also a male) why he thought our reactions …

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The threats regarding Sarkeesian’s talk

This just posted at feminist philosophers: Terroristic threats against Utah State University regarding feminist Anita Sarkeesian An email sent to Utah State University officials threatens to terrorize the school with a deadly shooting over a talk to be delivered by feminist critic and Tropes vs. Women in Video Games creator Anita Sarkeesian, Polygon confirmed with the school’s …

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Vote? WTF?

So I noticed the “Question of the Day” feature on the Weather Network website, which typically poses a question along with four response options, inviting site visitors to “Vote”. I haven’t done a survey, but I suspect this sort of thing is not unusual. Which makes it all the more disturbing. Why? Because often the …

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When does the magical metamorphosis happen?

Our brothers were bossy know-it-alls, and they did cruel things to us and to animals. The boys in our class taunted us and always got into fights with each other. They were rude and forever demanding to be the center of attention. In high school, they became socially awkward, struggled with the material, and became …

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Not a feminist? Feminism isn’t important?

Just so you’re ready for the next time some woman you know says they’re not a feminist or they don’t think feminism is important or what have you…memorize feimineach’s reply: Really, feminism is a load of rubbish is it? How’s going to university working out for you? Looking forward to getting a job and earning …

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