i took a women's history class one time

Oh hey there, we're back after about a week or so. Been busy.

So obviously if you've made it this far, you've read the title of this particular post. And maybe you're worried that I'm about to go on a rant about how horrible feminists are. Well they are horrible. But that's not the point here.

The women's history class was pretty lol though. You knew the "professor" was gonna be a fat lesbian waste of life. Note that the waste of life part comes from her morbid obesity and horrible "opinions", not the lesbian preferences.

Obviously the class was a joke, and in between the man-bashing, we watched a few oddball movies like The Majestic. Not sure how that movie fits in a women's history class, but it held the "professor" back from man-bashing for a couple days.

But here's a funny little story about one of the "projects" we were assigned.

We each had to bring in a song to play for the class and talk about how it relates to women. I don't really remember much else about the assignment - just the song that I chose to play.

Surely you are aware that Strung Out is one of my favorite bands, and they had conveniently just released a new record - that might as well have been glued in my cd player.

So it was natural that I would pick a Strung Out song to bring in.

And I sure did.

The song is called Razor Sex. How's that for a song title to share with a bunch of feminazi psychos?!

Here, listen to this tight little jam RIGHT MEOW:



When it came time to share, you know the "professor" wanted to put the only two dudes in the class on the spot. Her scowl found me first as she asked (told) me if I brought a song in; I answered affirmatively, and walked my CD up to the late 90's style CD boombox, popped it in, and announced the band name and the title of the song.

"The band is Strung Out, a punk band from California; the song is called Razor Sex."

The one other dude in the class immediately yelled out something about "those dudes are still around? Awesome!"

His stoned enthusiasm was cut short by an audible grimace from the "professor" as she repeated the title of the song angrily.

However, that frown slowly turned upside down as I explained that the song is about how men use and abuse women for licentious ends, like sex. FYI - it's really not about that. But that didn't stop me from going on for a roughly thirty seconds about how wrong it is for men to, well, basically exist.

Somehow I got an A in that class, though that could have been due to me VOLUNTEERING AT A DOMESTIC ABUSE SHELTER for the community service portion of a project in that class.