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Пишет Misha Verbitsky ([info]tiphareth)
@ 2020-06-03 22:15:00


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Настроение: sick
Музыка:Mott the Hoople - Drivin' Sister/Crash Street Kidds/Violence (Live at the Uris Theatre, New York, NY - May 1974)
Entry tags:feminism, smeshnoe, youtube

Насилие день ото дня!
Охуенный ролик
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nF_wS3aL9VQ

Патриархат - это судья.
Я родилась, винОвна я.
И наказание для меня -
Насилие день ото дня.
ФЕ МИ ЦИД! ФЕ МИ ЦИД! ФЕ МИ ЦИД!
Патриархат - это судья.
Я родилась, виновна я.
И наказание для меня -
Насилие день ото дня.
ФЕ МИ ЦИД! ФЕ МИ ЦИД! ФЕ МИ ЦИД!

В жанре "в физкультурном зале школы построили
пионеров для репетиции смотра строя и песни".
При советской власти нас подобным мучали чуть ли
не еженедельно, с другими текстами, конечно,
но пластика движений и унылое выражение лица
один в один.

Это чьи идут ребята?
Удалые октябрята
Сильные и смелые!
Ловкие, умелые!
Зведочка из кумача
Мы внучата Ильича.
Знаменосец, выше знамя
Выше знамя поднимай.
Запевала, нашу песню
Нашу песню запевай!

Раз два.
Три четыре!
Три четыре
Раз два!
Кто шагает дружно в ряд?
Пионерский наш отряд.
Кто устал?
Не уставать!
Кто отстал?
Не отставать,
Настроение на 5,
Все законы выполнять!

Про фемицид мне больше нравится,
как-то радикальнее, хотя один хуй, конечно.

"Violence, violence
It's the only thing that'll make you see sense"

Привет



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[info]sometimes
2020-06-04 09:13 (ссылка)
Раньше было как-то проще.

As we approached the lecture hall, we found people standing there giving put handbills to everybody going in. We each took one, and glanced at it. At the top it said, “A PROTEST.” Then it showed excerpts from the letters they sent me, and my response (in full). It concluded in large letters: “FEYNMAN SEXIST PIG!”

Joan stopped suddenly and rushed back: “These are interesting,” she said to the protester. “I'd like some more of them!”

When she caught up with me, she said, “Gee whiz, Richard; what did you do?”

I told her what had happened as we walked into the hall.

At the front of the hall, near the stage, were two prominent women from the American Association of Physics Teachers. One was in charge of women's affairs for the organization, and the other was Fay Ajzenberg, a professor of physics I knew, from Pennsylvania. They saw me coming down towards the stage accompanied by this woman with a fistful of handbills, talking to me. Fay walked up to her and said, “Do you realize that Professor Feynrnan has a sister that he encouraged to go into physics, and that she has a Ph.D. in Physics?”

“Of course I do,” said Joan. “I'm that sister!”

Fay and her associate explained to me that the protesters were a group — led by a man, ironically — who were always disrupting meetings in Berkeley. “We'll sit on either side of you to show our solidarity, and just before you speak, I'll get up and say something to quiet the protesters,” Fay said.

Because there was another talk before mine, I had time to think of something to say. I thanked Fay, but declined her offer.

As soon as I got up to speak, half a dozen protesters marched down to the front of the lecture hall and paraded right below the stage, holding their picket signs high, chanting, “Feynman sexist pig! Feynman sexist pig!”

I began my talk by telling the protesters, “I'm sorry that my short answer to your letter brought you here unnecessarily. There are more serious places to direct one's attention towards improving the status of women in physics than these relatively trivial mistakes — if that's what you want to call them — in a textbook. But perhaps, after all, it's good that you came. For women do indeed suffer from prejudice and discrimination in physics, and your presence here today serves to remind us of these difficulties and the need to remedy them.”

The protesters looked at one another. Their picket signs began to come slowly down, like sails in a dying wind.

I continued: “Even though the American Association of Physics Teachers has given me an award for teaching, I must confess I don't know how to teach. Therefore, I have nothing to say about teaching. Instead, I would like to talk about something that will be especially interesting to the women in the audience: I would like to talk about the structure of the proton.”

The protesters put their picket signs down and walked off. My hosts told me later that the man and his group of protesters had never been defeated so easily.

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