- When governments go after witches
- Borders, Ethnicity and Trade [pdf]
- A Lonely Passion. Libertarians in China
- Halloween in Germany: read this with globalization and its critics in mind
- Should Japan take the lead in mediating US-Iranian talks? Props to Obama, by the way
- Another excellent Free Speech blurb from Ken White
- Culture in a Cage
On Halloween afternoon I was downtown Santa Cruz on a candy expedition, escorting my grand-daughter the delightful M., five. M., a brown-skinned child, was Rapunzel. She was wearing a purple sequined dress with a petty-coat showing its pale blue border beneath, white gloves, and a blond wig to her ankles. She would have easily won the contest if there had been one. All afternoon women voiced their appreciation of her look.
My perspicacious observations on that occasion:
All little girls still want to be princesses or fairies. None wants to be a fire man, or a firegirl, or a fireperson. None wants to dress in neutral colors. If it’s not pink, it’s purple.
Nearly all little boys want to be dressed as anything with a gun, or a sword, or anything with a truck. Those I saw who are dressed as anything else were obviously forced by their politically correct or social climbing Moms. The way you know is that they sulk in spite of the large amounts of candy in their loot bags. A small number of little boys do want to dress as fairies but that’s nothing new. And it has nothing to do with feminism.
Fat women take Halloween as just another opportunity to wear a push-up bra and to hang out (or to almost hang out).
Almost no straight man wants to wear a costume. Those few men who do wear one have been blackmailed by their wives. You know it because they are costumed to represent the minor part of a pair or of a trio of which Mrs is the principal, the Tin Man of Wizard of Oz, for example. Costumed straight men are thus merely fashion accessories, as well they should be.
Forty years later: Feminism: 0; Mother Nature: 1.
I am not making this up. Open your eyes for the Goddess’s Sake!
And I know it’s completely different in San Francisco but it has nothing to do with feminism, one way or the other, or the other.