To make this week’s Misogynist Soup, you will need the following ingredients:
- Paul Kramer, author of the upcoming children’s book Maggie Goes on a Diet.
- A middle school in Missouri.
- Andy Richter.
One hyphenated word: Pre-order!!!
Image via Amazon.
According to statistics in the book Body Wars: Making Peace with Women’s Bodies, forty-two percent of first, second and third grade girls say they want to be thinner.
I know — I’m also appalled that number is so low. I’d like to see statistics closer to 100% just as much as you would, which is why I was elated to discover that the charming children’s book Maggie Goes on a Diet by Paul Kramer will be released October 16, conveniently in time to give elementary school student females the incentive they need to ensure they can squeeze into Halloween costumes from the toddler aisle.
The book, written at a 4 to 8-year-old reading level — the first book a young girl reads on her own could be this one! — chronicles the life of Maggie, “a 14-year-old girl who goes on a diet and is transformed from being extremely overweight and insecure to a normal sized girl who becomes the school soccer star. Through time, exercise and hard work, Maggie becomes more and more confident and develops a positive self image.”
While this book could have offered healthy lifestyle tips in a million different ways, it chose the path of using a girl on the cover who stares into a mirror at a thinner reflection while holding up a pink dress she’d presumably like to fit into. Is Paul Kramer trying to Shyamalan readers with a surprise soccer twist, or…?
Anyway, I’ll definitely be picking up a copy for my little sister, as having a negative self-image until you’re “normal sized” is exactly the kind of inspirational message a 6-year-old needs. My only disappointment is that Paul Kramer didn’t create one with a male protagonist for my little brother. How sexist!
Source: Huffington Post.
This. Needs. To. Change.
Image via RAINN.
A Missouri middle-schooler, identified as a 7th grade special education student, was raped on campus in 2009.
In the interest of being entirely factual, I should tack on that this is “according to a federal lawsuit” but I’d rather say that this should never happen. This should never happen. But since it did, this is where the story should end. It doesn’t.
Following the rape’s report, the school took on a dismissive and interrogative tone — part of the reason why only 60% of rapes are reported to the police in the United States. Then, they lost their minds. After deciding the girl apparently imagined the assault, they instructed her to write an apology to the boy accused of raping her, personally deliver it and then suspended her for the remainder of the school year.
When the girl returned to school, she was sexually assaulted by the boy again but kept it a secret due to fear of expulsion. When school officials were notified of the incident, they were all, sigh. We’ve “already been through this”.
The girl’s mother took her to a child advocacy center that confirmed sexual assault and DNA found inside the girl matched the male student, who was taken into custody and pleaded guilty to the charges brought against him.
Despite all of this, the girl was suspended from school for “disrespectful conduct” and “public display of affection”.
Now I’ll mention the lawsuit: The school district is denying the accusation that they failed to protect the middle-school girl from being raped. They also think the lawsuit is “frivolous” and the girl “neglected to use reasonable means to protect herself”.
I can’t. I just can’t.
Image via a screen cap from Feministing.
The tragically misguided Republican candidate Michele Bachmann came under fire again last week, this time due to a Twitter opinion from Conan O’Brien’s sidekick Andy Richter.
“There’s nothing wrong with Michele Bachmann that two solid weeks of orgasms couldn’t cure,” he tweeted.
While I haven’t even tried to hide the fact that I think there is a lot wrong with Michele Bachmann, I’m really tired of sexist jokes, especially ones that imply the thing women must be lacking is exposure to their mystical panacean penises.
Combine all ingredients and bring them to a boil, much like my blood pressure is at the moment. You’ll know it’s done when it tastes like misogyny with a hint of “please tell me this isn’t real life”. Enjoy!