Last week I posted on Our Ladies of Perpetual Outrage™, the Left’s militant wing of women who reduce themselves to their private parts.
We saw them en masse the day after Pres. Trump’s inauguration, not only in cities across the U.S.A., but even in spots as far away as Antartica and Tokyo – especially if there was an American consulate or embassy nearby where expats could congregate.
That march, according to Wikipedia, was one-size-fits-all, just like a pussyhat, as far as purpose,
the goal of promoting women’s rights, immigration reform, and health care reform; to counter Islamophobia, rape culture, and LGBTQ abuse; and to address racial inequities (e.g., Black Lives Matter), workers’ issues, and environmental issues.
It also gave a much-too-revealing look at the pernicious narcissism of those who find it appropriate to parade around in vagina [sic] costumes.
Well, once you’re into weird suits, why not just go topless, too?
Last month three women got busted for going topless at a public beach some three hundred miles south of Buenos Aires, Argentina. Not exactly what I would consider earth-shattering news.
In the South American summer (where a lot of places do not have air-conditioning), as in summers all other the world, people go to the beach. Most of them keep their clothes on.
The three women didn’t, one thing led to another, and before you know it, twenty cops turned up. It must have been a slow day at the precinct.
Following their release, the three women decided to make a big fuss, and before you know it, Argentinian women decided to demonstrate topless, of course, and yesterday the country witnessed El Tetazo [link NOT SUITABLE FOR WORK].
It’s now winter in the Northern Hemisphere, so the next thing is going to be the Day Without a Woman general strike, to stoke the protesting fires,
Its name reminds me of the 2004 flop, A Day Without a Mexican, especially the “date to be announced” part.
Nobody in freezing weather is going to remove their coats, but, conveniently, A Day Without a Woman can take place indoors.
Just don’t be surprised if, once the temps warm up, the pussyhat-wearing boobs go on parade . . . again.
Fausta Rodríguez Wertz posts on U.S. and Latin America at Fausta’s blog.