34th Carnival of the Feminists, Here, Weds 21st!
You don't have to be popular
To join the show
You don't need to be serious
To have a go
You don't need experience
Just send a link
If you post'em all in to me
You can tell me what I ought to think
I don't care if you shave your armpit hair
I don't care if you burn your underwear
Ain't no particular theme
That I appreciate most
I just need your extra time and your...
(diddleiddleiddle)
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Leave nominations in the comments or email'em to me if the submission form daunts you for whatever reason. Have fun writing - I'll certainly have fun reading!
To join the show
You don't need to be serious
To have a go
You don't need experience
Just send a link
If you post'em all in to me
You can tell me what I ought to think
I don't care if you shave your armpit hair
I don't care if you burn your underwear
Ain't no particular theme
That I appreciate most
I just need your extra time and your...
(diddleiddleiddle)
Post
Leave nominations in the comments or email'em to me if the submission form daunts you for whatever reason. Have fun writing - I'll certainly have fun reading!
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posted by MissPrism at 10:56 am
3 Comments:
For some reason, the way you wrote this post reminds me of a song from long ago:
Yukon Women
It's a dusty, dirty town to be living in
It's a dirty, driving, dusty wind that blows
It's a dirty, lousy shame this place ain't got no name
It ain't heaven, it ain't hell, but ain't it home.
I ain't seen any green since last November
Ain't tooken off my boots since last July
I ain't been messin' up my mind more than half the time
But honey, don't you bet I didn't try.
'Cause I'm one of those
Rough, loose, raw and rugged, Yukon women are we
We wear plaid jackets and we build our own cabins
And we all vote NDP--independently.
Yeah, we're in top condition and we go on long hikes
And we aren't afraid of bears
We wear woolly socks, woolly shirts, woolly woollies
'Til it gets kinda itchy under there
And we go in the sauna with no clothes on
And if the boys look we don't care
We've got liberated views on who's lovin' whose
And we don't shave our armpit hair.
Yeah, we're rough, loose, raw and rugged Yukon women are we
We wear plaid jackets and we build our own cabins
And we all drink rosehip tea--independently.
Yeah, we're rough, loose, raw and rugged Yukon women are we!
(This song was performed at one of the Alaska Folk Festivals and was reproduced on an album I can no longer find anywhere called Alaska's Greatest Hits. Sadly, my copy was destroyed long ago, and I no longer recall the name of the authoress/performer. She is/was Canadian, of course.)
I think it was the armpit hair.
I am in awe of your call for submissions (I bow, while snickering at the inappropriateness of calling it a 'call for submission' in a feminist carnival).
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