/lit/ - Literature

Holy LOL, I went on Laurie Penny's twitter to find material to troll this board but I found this and it's actually.......good!

http://laurie-penny.com/fifty-shades-of-socialist-feminism/

I'm dreadfully sorry, people, I forgot the link to the article.

http://www.newstatesman.com/laurie-penny/2014/08/laurie-penny-defence-white-knights

Queen Laurie Penny, obviously.

"The cruellest lie we were told was: "It's what's on the inside that counts." It is not what's on the inside that counts. Perfect girls don't get a day off. Perfect girls don't sit on the sofa eating biscuits, even when their very favourite show is on. Perfect girls are always working; when they are not at school or on the clock they are working out, and when they aren't working out they are volunteering, shopping or running a social life like a frantic startup. Be a good girl. Smile and make people feel comfortable; accept low pay, long hours, the occasional grope in the corridor, compete with the other young women to be the prettiest and most compliant, or the hardest-working, or the girl everyone loves. Just don't ever aspire to be more than that.

Being That Girl is easy if you're white and averagely pretty. There is no trick to it. You don't even have to totally excise the parts of your personality that don't fit, the parts that are smart and difficult and loud and angry and ambitious and masculine and mature. You just dial those parts down until they become background noise; dial them down and down until the male ear can't pick up their frequency and pretty soon you can't even hear them inside your own head. Tune them out and swallow them down like the hot meals you don't eat any more because That Girl must stay slim and fragile if she wants to be beautiful and loved. And you do want to be beautiful and loved.

Of all the female sins, hunger is the least forgivable; hunger for anything, for food, sex, power, education, even love. If we have desires, we are expected to conceal them, to control them, to keep ourselves in check. We are supposed to be objects of desire, not desiring beings. We do not need food: in many ways, we are food, trainable meat, lambs queueing up to buy mint sauce. We consume only what we are told to, from lipstick to life insurance, and only what will make us more consumable ourselves, the better to be chewed up and swallowed by a machine that wants our work, our money, our sexuality broken down into bite-sized chunks.

Men experience body policing too, of course, and there are real penalties for being overweight. The penalties, however, tend to be less existential; one can still, outside a very small range of professions, expect to be judged as a man first and as a body second.

It is interesting that "ugly" is still the insult most commonly thrown at women to dismiss their power, to get them to shut up. Female politicians are called ugly and unfuckable by men who can't quite bring themselves to say directly that they don't deserve their power, that their primary purpose as women should be to please and arouse the opposite sex. "Fat" is even more obvious. You're gross, you take up too much space, get out of my sight...."

http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2014/jun/30/unspeakable-things-laurie-penny-book-extract

Putting "disturbing content trigger warnings" on books like they do with films?

http://www.newstatesman.com/culture/2014/05/what-we-talk-about-when-we-talk-about-trigger-warnings

"American universities are putting "trigger warnings" on potentially disturbing texts - reading material that might, for example, contain graphic descriptions of violence against women. The objection seems to be that since so much classic literature involves violent misogyny, racism and brutality towards minorities, whinging leftists should pipe down and read without questioning, analysing or reacting to the canon.

If you're angry about censorship of classic literature, visit any of the hundreds of American school libraries where parents have lobbied to have books withdrawn from school libraries for their sexual or controversial content- books like To Kill a Mockingbird and The Color Purple.

Censorship of literature is not to be tolerated. But it isn't the online social justice crowd who are lobbying for such censorship. Asking that classes and discussion spaces take the possible experiences of their members into account in those discussions isn't just a different ballpark - it's a different game entirely.

A trigger warning is not a rule, it's a tool. It does not demand that we withdraw from topics that are taboo or traumatic, but rather suggests that we approach such topics with greater empathy, greater awareness that not everyone reads the same way."

Start with Laurie Penny.

WTF I thought /lit/ was supposed to be the liberal board. Has /pol/ finally fucked this place up too? fuck this I'm out of here. RIP queen of /lit/ we had some good times but it's over now.

I want our actually smart and educated feminist nemesis back. Laury Penny seems so reasonable and tolerable in retrospect.

>>4071704

BTW I identify as a genderqueer transnigger. I am a democrat.

The queen of /lit/, obviously.

>>3999312
>You don't have to be a prole to be a marxist.
Shhhh. Yes. Yes you do. Don't start our resident marxist off on his Laurie Penny tirade again.

>>3996461

"What's your favourite dinosaur? I always preferred the Archaeopteryx, the little stubby bird-ancestor, but recently a whole new species has been discovered alive and nesting in the discursive swamps of what was once British political culture. Bigotaurus Ridiculus, a spiny-hided predator, is not yet extinct, and a danger to anyone looking to create progressive change in this country.

The Bigotaurus can be found waddling free in the more exclusive watering-holes of London even in the early years of the 21st century, and although most at home in oak-panelled environments, can often be seen on Newsnight and Question Time hunting the clear-thinking egalitarian agendas on which it feeds when it can't get claret. The creature tricks its victims with a camouflage of adorable sexagenarian buffonery.

When provoked, for example by mentioning issues of tax transparency, this particular dinosaur becomes aggressive, baring the sharp fangs it hides in its ponderous jowls. I found that out during a recent encounter with the beast in its natural habitat. At an education festival this weekend, I spoke on a panel about the meaning of "Britishness" with Professor David Starkey, noted historian and hack, who made the argument that English society has become corrupted by the influence of people from other cultures and races.

Describing himself as a lone "voice in the wilderness" and "saying the unsayable", the Professor, who has often been criticised for making racially divisive statements in public, proceeded to say what windbag ultra-Tory talking heads have been saying openly and obliquely for years – namely, that "real British values" are not, as Starkey put it, "entrenched in the foothills of the Punjab".

When I criticised Starkey for playing xenophobia for laughs, and asked why, as an advocate of Britishness, he lives for part of the year in the United States, the dinosaur showed its claws. Leaping to his feet, Starkey began with a furious ad hominem attack before marching up to me, wagging his finger in my face, shouting abuse, swearing and showering me with flecks of spittle. If you call a bigot a bigot in this country, you can expect to be attacked, but I didn't expect the sheer thuggishness behind Starkey's brand of cosy prejudice to reveal itself so publicly.

Bigotaurus thrives in the temperate climate of Britain. It quenches its thirst for attention at the cesspool of the British media circus, to an audience too deferential to put it in its place. In this country, public debate has become a spiteful, irrelevant Punch-and-Judy show, and professional provocateurs like Starkey are paid to create aggressive spectacle that obscures useful discussion. Like the ancient lizards, Starkey and his kind are perilously ill-adapted to the modern world – but they have yet to be consigned to history where they belong."

>>3989722
>her debate with David Starkey?
Laurie Penny on David Starkey:

"What's your favourite dinosaur? I always preferred the Archaeopteryx, the little stubby bird-ancestor, but recently a whole new species has been discovered alive and nesting in the discursive swamps of what was once British political culture. Bigotaurus Ridiculus, a spiny-hided predator, is not yet extinct, and a danger to anyone looking to create progressive change in this country.

The Bigotaurus can be found waddling free in the more exclusive watering-holes of London even in the early years of the 21st century, and although most at home in oak-panelled environments, can often be seen on Newsnight and Question Time hunting the clear-thinking egalitarian agendas on which it feeds when it can't get claret. The creature tricks its victims with a camouflage of adorable sexagenarian buffonery.

When provoked, for example by mentioning issues of tax transparency, this particular dinosaur becomes aggressive, baring the sharp fangs it hides in its ponderous jowls. I found that out during a recent encounter with the beast in its natural habitat. At an education festival this weekend, I spoke on a panel about the meaning of "Britishness" with Professor David Starkey, noted historian and hack, who made the argument that English society has become corrupted by the influence of people from other cultures and races.

Describing himself as a lone "voice in the wilderness" and "saying the unsayable", the Professor, who has often been criticised for making racially divisive statements in public, proceeded to say what windbag ultra-Tory talking heads have been saying openly and obliquely for years – namely, that "real British values" are not, as Starkey put it, "entrenched in the foothills of the Punjab".

When I criticised Starkey for playing xenophobia for laughs, and asked why, as an advocate of Britishness, he lives for part of the year in the United States, the dinosaur showed its claws. Leaping to his feet, Starkey began with a furious ad hominem attack before marching up to me, wagging his finger in my face, shouting abuse, swearing and showering me with flecks of spittle. If you call a bigot a bigot in this country, you can expect to be attacked, but I didn't expect the sheer thuggishness behind Starkey's brand of cosy prejudice to reveal itself so publicly.

Bigotaurus thrives in the temperate climate of Britain. It quenches its thirst for attention at the cesspool of the British media circus, to an audience too deferential to put it in its place. In this country, public debate has become a spiteful, irrelevant Punch-and-Judy show, and professional provocateurs like Starkey are paid to create aggressive spectacle that obscures useful discussion. Like the ancient lizards, Starkey and his kind are perilously ill-adapted to the modern world – but they have yet to be consigned to history where they belong."

He descended from /pol/ with a mullet so thick.
with words of hate; his usual shtick.
But Laurie was here
with a word for his ear
"Check your fucking privilege, you prick."

>>3893987
That there girl be Laurie Penny.

>>3889088
She makes my hitler heil

>>3707470
>

King Hume?

hmmm, Queen Laurie isn't happy about this.

gender studies

>>3593978
>Implying.

>>3565440
>tfw no Laurie Penny.

Damnit, /lit/! I saw Laurie Penny mentioned in a real media source (an article on Salon). I thought this was just a /lit/ meme which would go away. Now it's spreading to my life outside of this site.

I hold you all responsible.

>>3489272
>If 'Laurie Penny erotica' becomes a thing, I'm all for it.

The halo from the single ceiling light blurs as tears fill my eyes. I'm a filthy privileged male and Mistress Laurie is here to check me. Lifting her heeled boot from my chest, she bends down to check my restraints, pulling at them with one hand while holding my mouth open with the other to spit in it.
"You dirty scum" She hisses, and squeezes my balls, digging her empowered fingernails in.

This is the first time I have been hogtied by an English feminist, yet I already realise what a worthless maggot I am. I hear her heels click down either side of my ears and look up to see her thong pulled to the side as she squats down on my face. Her thighs clamp around my head, my nose pressing into her dark asshole, and her pussy lips press into my mouth. I can taste her sweet feminist juices. She reaches down and parts her wet pussy lips with two fingers and groans when my eager tongue starts to probe inside her.

"You naughty, naughty boy," She says. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." She lets go of my balls and grabs my cock. Leaning forward she takes me in her mouth. I wriggle in my restraints, the cable ties cut into my ankles and I feel a warm tear of blood trickling down towards my foot.

Mistress Laurie opens her mouth and takes my cock. Forcing me to the back of her throat, she holds it there until she chokes and her saliva drips down my privileged shaft.

I can feel her teeth closing in. Jaws starting to clench to fix my worthless masculinity.

she reaches back and slides one finger into her ass. My cock is solid. I strain to tongue around her finger and beg to let me taste her.

She slides a finger into my ass now, fingering both of us with matching speed.

"Mistress Laurie" I whimper. "I think I'm going to cum."