Stupid Feminist Spoil-Sport

[trinityvixen]

My Uncle, he of the many inappropriate, downright racist, conservative "joke" e-mails, has done it again.



PART I


PART II


PART III


PART IV


PART V


The five offensive parts can be summed up thusly:
WYMUN R PROBLEMS! THEY IS VOLATILE LIEK CHEMI-KALS. HA HA HA MAN NEVER WIN FIGHTS! MAKING SEX GOOD FOR WOMEN 2 HARD! BITCHES SPEND TOO MUCH TIME AND $$ AT THE MALL.

I find that all so hilarious. So I said as much. Not violently, not angrily (as best I could, at any rate), and even with self-censored vulgarity kept to a minimum. My response to the family is the same as the all-caps above but with less rage:
"Aren't stereotypes so much more fun than real humor? Ha ha ha, women are irritable, capricious b****es, ha ha ha! Oh God, they go to a mall, and they spend all their man's money! It's so true! Ha hahaha!"

My aunt (this offending uncle's sister) seemed almost insulted that I would dare take issue with being portrayed as some kind of unstable collection of needlessly troublesome, expensive molecules She's timid and sweet, so the insult is between-the-lines of her reply to my reply. It's also subtly hostile and a swipe at what is obviously being taken as my crazy hippie liberal love of PC-ness gone amok:
"I confess I'm still giggling about Part IV on the prior one...Given trinityvixen's warning about the stereotyping I'm gonna reframe from putting it up at the office...don't want the one man on our staff of 27 to experience any harassment, so I will take down the mail, thanks for the heads up."

He does it for the chance to set me off (bravo, it worked), but her response is the greater disappointment for being the subtler dig at my--rightly--indignant response to being considered a thorn in the side of a hard-working, straight-talking, plain-dealing, no-sissifying good-ol'-boy. My uncle, at least, doesn't believe these things (he finds it amusing to paint himself as so responsible, but his wife is very clearly the level-headed thrifty one in their relationship--did I ever tell y'all he used to be a professional clown?), but it's clear to me my aunt, though she genuinely doesn't want to offend anyone, doesn't see why I don't just laugh off the misogyny. 'Cause that's clearly how you make it go away--just laugh and pretend being considered shallow is a compliment. GRRR.

(My last response to her e-mail, unless anyone actually--GASP!--wants to start a reasonable dialogue over stereotypes and whom they hurt was this:
"I only took umbrage at the last one because I'm one of many a girl who hates shopping for clothes at the mall and would just as soon take the "Family Circus" route drawn on that map and fix it in a straight line--one that started in Best Buy and dead-ended in a GameStop. Plus, I spend my own monies for such purchases. Call me a sour-puss for not taking with a "sense of humor" the idea that I go to the mall explicitly with wasting time and money on my mind (I prefer to think of it as "an investment"--see, THAT is funny). The truly advanced shopper does her homework before going and knows what she's looking for when she gets there (hence why I didn't buy one version of a DVD at Best Buy when I knew I could get it cheaper online!)."
Hopefully, the more "humor" I throw in, the more they know I'm not mad at them per se, just the idealogy.)