Stupid Sex Tricks: Wear it, (over)share it

When I first saw the headline for this Glamour piece, I have to admit, my mind jumped to all kinds of dystopian conclusions: Love-gloves with a built-in nanochip that automatically activates when the rubber gets used, and spills all the dirty deets of your deed to a breathlessly waiting Internet? Hey, it could happen. But by the sounds of this, it ain’t happening yet…luckily:

Discovery News reports that Planned Parenthood of the Great Northwest has distributed 55,000 condoms around local colleges and universities that feature implanted QR codes, which track when and where people have sex. The reported data is then collected on a website called

It’s sort of the Foursquare of sex: each condom has a barcode which the user can scan with their Smartphone to upload their location as well as general details of their sexual experience (anonymously). An unconventional way to promote public health? Yes. But it does sound kind of fun, right?

A rep for Planned Parenthood says of the check-in system: “Condoms are an essential tool in preventing unintended pregnancy and stopping the spread of sexually transmitted infections (STIs), including HIV… We hope the site promotes discussions within relationships about condoms and helps to remove perceived stigmas that some people may have about condom use. Where Did You Wear It attempts to create some fun around making responsible decisions.”


Unfortunately, my idea of making condom use fun involves lots of kissing and no telling. And I somehow doubt that this sort of thing would stay fully anonymous very long. If it’s on the Internet, it can be hacked. It’s probably even easier to do with this, given how notoriously leaky smartphones are, data-wise. And do you really want to advertise it, in a world already inundated with advertising?

Didn’t think so.

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Who knows more about women’s health than women?

These guys do:

Because when a middle-aged (or older) man tells you to put an aspirin between your knees, you know he knows what he’s talkin’ about. Right, ladies?


Why Stephen Harper stole our elections

I have a terrible confession to make, kiddies: I feel absolutely no pity or sorrow for Stephen Fucking Harper, now that his chickens are finally coming to roost after more than 20 years. Yeah, I know that the man has been our so-called prime minister only since 2006, and with a very mediocre electoral showing at best (two minorities, followed by a majority which, we now know, was obtained only through electoral fraud). But trust me, what we see of him now is just the tip of the iceberg; he’s been honing his creepy craft for a very long time. One does not get to be the Prime Fraudster without a lot of careful, diligent training in the black arts of weaselry and chicanery. And, as Murray Dobbin writes, Harpo learned it from a true master of deception:

I have tracked Harper’s political career for twenty years and for the first part of that period I also tracked Preston Manning. The two men present an interesting contrast. Manning really was a Christian and I always found it interesting that while he would bend the truth to the breaking point and was a master practitioner of what I called calculated ambiguity (able to deliver totally different messages in the same statement) he never in my experience actually lied.

You had to know how to corner him to tell the truth but if you could (almost no journalist ever even tried) in the final moment of the sparring he would not lie. I once called into a talk show and tried to get him to admit he supported a GST with no exemptions. He had garnered probably 40% of his party’s membership in the early ‘90s on his opposition to the GST but I knew that he actually supported this tax – as all neo-liberals did.

In fact, he had invited Sir Roger Douglas, the man who transformed New Zealand into a free market wasteland, to speak at the party’s biggest policy convention in 1990. He actually introduced him by highlighting the fact that he had introduced a value added tax with no exemptions. That he could get away with this while opposing the GST at the same time was a testament to the sway he held over his adoring membership.

On the talk show in question I kept pushing him to tell me his position (the party was debating its GST policy at the time). He kept dodging and weaving, avoiding the question until finally the host got fed up and said “Come in Mr Manning, it’s a straight forward question.” There was a long pause and then he said it, “Yes, I would prefer a GST with no exemptions.” I thanked him for informing Saskatchewan voters that he would put a tax on their groceries.

Murray Dobbin frames this in light of Preston Manning’s professed Christianity, which is itself at odds with his politics. Jesus, as we well know, was an early socialist who told the rich to give up their excesses if they really wanted to follow him. He also preached that you could not serve both God and mammon. The two went together.

Preston Manning, like all good right-wing weasel politicians, managed to neatly decouple the two, embodying in the process the cognitive dissonance of all the so-called Christians who vote for right-wing candidates. Their smug hypocrisy, their need to feel rewarded on Earth (as opposed to heaven) for their superior righteousness, and his willingness to pander shamelessly to that (hey, he was a victim of it himself, the man couldn’t help it!), was the key to his success. Promise them Family Values — an anti-choice, homophobic, sexist, authoritarian platform that Jesus himself notably NEVER preached — and they’ll swallow anything that you feed them. They’ll honestly believe that whatever they gain at the expense of the common good, however paltry and ultimately hollow, is “earned”. They’ll even vote against their own best interests with a smile on their doughy faces. And while they may comprise just one Canadian voter in five (the same fraction, I might add, as comprised Hitler’s prime voting base in Germany), they will never waver in their support. They are such convinced True Believers that you will never lose them no matter how you abuse them. It’s important to keep that base of sheeple blatting along with everything you say, because otherwise, your credibility would be nil.

Of course, Preston Manning didn’t just come up with that strategy on his own, either. He in turn learned it from other masters. The US Republican party, in other words; the slimiest party on the continent, perhaps even the world. There is literally nothing that is beneath them; the famed “Southern Strategy” should make that abundantly clear. The willingness of Ronald Reagan to play to the right-wing base’s prejudice was made clear when he kicked off his presidential campaign in Neshoba County, Mississippi — the scene of the infamous “Missisippi Burning” murders (significantly, of three voter-rights activists.)

Abraham Lincoln would not recognize what had become of his party a scant hundred years after the Civil War, were he to return at the time that Ronald Reagan was dog-whistling at the racists of the South. Just as Canadians don’t recognize their own country, a scant five or six years after Harpo & Co. took the helm here. These Nixonian dirty tricksters, who modeled their strategies on those of Donald Segretti and Karl Rove, have infiltrated our own Parliament, and packed our Senate with a raft of rubber-stamping, bobble-headed Yes Men (and a scattering of token Yes Women) who can be counted on, not to provide Sober Second Thoughts, but only ratification for whatever fascistic move Harpo decides to pull on us next.

It isn’t at all hard to see how Harpo stole our elections; not a damn thing that man did was the least bit new or original. He learned dog-whistling and doubletalk from dear ol’ Preston Manning, and dirty tricks from Dick and Dubya. And he deployed all that quite ably to get his majority-that-isn’t. Bravo!

But…why did he do it?

Ah, there’s the rub. Warren Kinsella asserts that the SupposiTories didn’t need to commit election fraud, as “they were always going to win the damn thing anyway”. That’s not only a jaw-droppingly silly thing to say, it is demonstrably false. After two successive minorities, and an election in which the NDP was on a roll and bidding fair to become, if not the next government, then a loyal opposition that would put some serious, socialistic brakes to a third Harper minority, it was becoming obvious that Canadians had had it to the gills with Spiteful Stephen’s petulance, proroguing and all-around abuses of our parliamentary system. Last year’s election was a make-or-break one for the Harper Government™, and things looked like they would go the way of “break”.

Until the numbers rolled in. And, unbelievably, they had Majority stamped all over them. It wasn’t even close!

I could not then, and I do not now, believe that there were really that many stupid Canadians out there, who would honestly vote for such a band of brigands. After all the hammering the SupposiTories’ reputation had taken in the weeks and months leading up to that election, one would have expected heads to roll, and blue-clad arses to go flying out of Parliament by the dozen. One seriously expected the existing Harper minority to become a rump, and perhaps an NDP/Liberal/Green coalition to form and put an end to all the shenanigans. Instead, that already ill-deserved minority morphed into a majority. And right away, I blurted out to my parents: “They stole this one. I don’t know how, but they must have stolen it. There’s just no way!”

And of course, I was right. They DID steal it. (I tawt I taw a coup d’état. I DID! I DID tee a coup d’état!)

How they stole it is just now beginning to come out in the media, so there’s no need for me to talk about that here. Instead of the how, let’s focus on the WHY.

We already know that parliamentary democracy presented a severe inconvenience to the whole Harper Government™ agenda. It would have stalled all their plans, from NAFTA to Fortress North America to the dismantling of the long-gun registry (which, BTW, still enjoys popular support; after all, a majority of Canadians voted for it!) And we know full well that Stevie Peevie was in the habit of proroguing Parliament for no good reason, other than that it wouldn’t give him the votes he needed to impose his agenda. He knew he couldn’t get away with that hold-your-breath-until-you-turn-blue nonsense forever. So he had to get a majority, which would mean a cutoff for all debates (that’s the essence of parliamentary democracy, kiddies!), and no more need to prorogue when you could just slash and burn everything, unhindered.

And if you can’t get a majority the honest way — and he couldn’t, being fundamentally dishonest like all right-wingers — you get it any way you can. By any means necessary. And if that means copying the same dirty tricks that worked so well for Richard Nixon and that little turd, George W. Bush, well, so be it.

And far be it from me to give a man credit where due. The sheer diligence of this one is remarkable, and I cannot begrudge him my grudging admiration. Stephen Fucking Harper learned it from the masters, and he learned it to the hilt. And he applied it all without scruple or shame. We no longer recognize our own country today, because the slimiest dirty-trick politics from south of our border have been imported so subversively and applied so successfully.

Bravo, Spiteful Stevie, bravo.


Music for a Sunday: Let’s exchange the experience

Tell me we both matter…don’t we?


Wankers of the Week: Icky Ricky gets licky


Crappy weekend, everyone! Don’t you just love that .gif? I can’t seem to stop watching it, it exerts the strangest fascination. (Especially when set to music.) And just look at the color of that ice cream, too. Can he really not have known what would happen if he stuck that thing in his mouth while the cameras were on him? But he’s not the only one who’s had a WTF-was-he-thinking? moment, as this week’s wankapedia shows all too clearly. And here they come, in no particular order:

1. Geert Fucking Wilders. Not content to hate on just the Muslims anymore, he’s now trained his beady little sights on the “Central and Eastern Europeans”. Next up: Jews and Gypsies? Wouldn’t surprise me if he secretly hates them already. PS: Central Europeans? That’s GERMANS. The Oder River is the dividing line between Central and Eastern Europe. So he’s geographically as well as ethnoculturally stupid and bigoted. Why does this Nazi hate the Germans? Oh yeah, that’s right: It was a bunch of Germans who accurately pegged him for a fascist!

2. Rick Fucking Santorum. Ass Sploodge keeps frothing away. This week, it’s all about how he plans to home-school his kids at the White House. Keep dreamin’, Icky Ricky, you’re only ever going to get in there the same way as everyone else…AS A GUEST. As for your children’s schooling, you’d do well to put them in a REAL school, because your brand of theocratic ignorance does NOT deserve to get passed down through another generation, and what you’re inflicting on them is a mental form of child abuse. PS: Citing racist Charles Fucking Murray in a debate doesn’t help either. PPS: Ha, ha. PPPS: For someone so devout, Icky Ricky sure is a bad Catholic.

3. The Phucking Phelps KKKlan. They lied about picketing Whitney Houston’s funeral, and posted a photoshopped twitpic to bolster their false claim? What on Earth is their excuse for bearing false witness — expressly forbidden by the Ten Commandments? BTW, this is hardly the first time they did that. That would be when they claimed that God Hates Fags. SINNERS!!!

4. Vic Fucking Toews. Oh noes, he feels threatened! He wants an investigation! Man up, Vic, the worst thing you’re in for is a rehash of your embarrassing indiscretions from a few years back. The only real threat you face is a bit of humiliation. Which, given your ongoing blather about Family Values and warrantless, secret Internet surveillance and child pornographers, you frankly deserve. PS: Wimp. And BARF. PPS: Serves him right. All of it.


5. Lamar Fucking Smith. If you wonder who’s to blame for #4’s draconian legislation, now you know. The SupposiTories do NOTHING without waiting for marching orders from the Repugnican behemoth to the south of us.

6. Tom Fucking Brown. You know that Kinky Friedman song, the one that goes “I am just an asshole from El Paso”? Applies here, but without the ironic humor.

7. Andrew Fucking Breitbart. Yay, that defamation lawsuit Shirley Sherrod filed against him will NOT be dismissed. Let’s see how pickled he is when he finally shows up in court…IF he shows up. I can just see him in contempt, can’t you?

8. Frank Fucking Luntz. Should be run over with a car for being such a fucking racist. Run, Frank, run…oh wait, you’ve had too many Happy Meals. You’re too fucking fat. SPLAT!

9. Alice Fucking Stewart. Icky Ricky’s flack is just as crazy fucking stupid as he is, apparently. Or as prone to foot-in-mouth disease. Take your pick.


10. Liz Fucking Trotta. Nope, last week was no fluke. This week, she doubled down on the dumbth and clarified for us the fact that she lacks any clarity at all. BTW, if war turns men into rapists — and this is one point I might concede to her, because rape IS used as a weapon of war — then the logical thing to do is not ban women from military service, but END ALL FUCKING WARS. I don’t recall hearing her call for world peace, though, do you? (See what I mean by lack of clarity?)

11. Bob Fucking Morris. Ye Gods, all these right-wing asshats hating on the Girl Scouts are making me wish I had been one back in the day. I would totally clean up on merit badges for birth control, gay-positivity, radical politics, and general badassery.

12. Richard Fucking Steinberg. If sexting ever falls out of fashion on the grounds of sheer yuckitude, you’ll know whom to blame, right?

13. Vincent Fucking Hendricks. What philosophy is best illustrated with “slutty” schoolgirls posing behind Professor Pretentious? SEXISM! Because hey — what could be more logical?


PS: Nice “I’m sorry you’re all such humorless twats” non-apology, too. And please explain to me what is so “untraditional” about the above. Oh wait, the cameraphone! Oh dude, you’re so edgy. That just makes me look at bevies of scantily-clad girls clustered around creepy dominant males in a whole new light!

14. Newt Fucking Gingrich. “Pay yourself first” does NOT mean “use campaign contributions”, Tiffany-turd. PS: Give Callista her opinion back!

15. Michael Fucking Coren. Oh joy, I was wondering when he’d rear his ugly-ass head again. It is literally ugly-ass; you could draw a line down the middle of it and make it look like, well, an ugly ass. And apparently, that’s where he’s been keeping it all this time, pulling it out only long enough to accuse Teh Jewwwwwws of controlling Hollywood in the midst of a whine to the tune of “Why Don’t Those People Appreciate Us Good Catholics”. Gee, Michael, I don’t know, but I’m guessing that blood libel pertaining to the crucifixion of Jesus might have something to do with it. Plus a whole raft of other stuff that happened during World War Fucking Two. I wonder what his putzy pal, Ezra Fucking Levant, will say…if he says anything.

16. Ann Marie Fucking Tomlins. Need any more proof that “right to life” people are, in fact, just anti-awesome assholes? Look no further. And don’t forget to pledge your support for Kandace Hagen, if you haven’t already.


17. Paris Fucking Hilton. Bitch, please. That shit ain’t art, it’s just a sad bid for attention from a talentless barfly. Back to obscurity you go!

18. John Fucking Sullivan. Yeah, death threats and threats of violence and guns to the head are a GREAT way of getting shitty budgets passed. Why did no one think of it sooner?

19. Ronald B. Fucking Leighton. Thanks a pantload, yeronner, for valuing unscientific asshats’ “conscience” over the well-being of the women who come to buy contraceptive medicine from them. Anyone who’s unwilling to dispense Plan B because they mistakenly believe it causes abortion (in fact, it prevents it by preventing pregnancy!) hasn’t got the mental qualifications to be a pharmacist. And anyone who sides with them on the bench hasn’t got the mental qualifications to be a judge.

20. Tucker Fucking Carlson. Oh look, Floppyhair McBowtie the Superannuated Fratboy has piped up again. And the tune is “Bomb Bomb Bomb, Bomb Bomb Iran”. Where have I heard that one before?

21. Peter Fucking MacKay. If you’re going to invite Liberal MPs along on your military-exercises-cum-fishing-trips, the least you could do is not turn around and try to defame them for only telling the truth about you and your high-cost efforts at ass-coverage. But then again, I can’t really think of any better way of putting it than my best friend did, who sent me the link: “Does Harper’s team require that their members all be certifiable self-entitled morons?” Yes. Yes, it DOES. In fact, it seems to be a cardinal trait of conservatives in general. So it makes perfect sense for the Conservative Party of Harpolandia™ to be self-selecting in that regard.


PS: And he’s a cowardly fucking weenie who can’t bear a little media questioning. Another cardinal Conservative trait and Harper Government™ specialty!

22. Michael Fucking Sona. All hail the Harper Government™! Yea verily, it hath rolled out it first robocalling, election-thieving scapegoat. And hello, Joe, whaddya know…he’s a repeat offender. Seems to me I’ve seen his name before, and I bet I’ve listed it here before, too! Let’s hope he gets mad at his bosses and spills the beans on how he was just following their orders, and yadda yadda yadda.

23. Willie Fucking Gandara, Jr. It’s long been axiomatic that tough anti-drug laws only work to the benefit of traffickers, by enabling them to jack up the prices on their contraband merchandise. Now, it’s also axiomatic that politicians who champion such drug laws are drug traffickers themselves, if not on the take, and thus, benefiting directly. How very convenient, eh?

24. David Fucking Albo. His wife has the right idea; if I were married to something like that, and it went and voted for legislation requiring unnecessary, rapey vaginal ultrasounds for all women seeking abortion, I wouldn’t give it any nooky either. And if it went talking shit about me in the state legislature like that, I would never give it any fucking nooky ever again. Come to think of it, this is a brilliant strategy for defeating the entire anti-choice movement. Lysistrata, ladies!


25. Bill Fucking Koch. My gosh, there’s a THIRD Fucking Koch Brother? And he’s even scummier than Charles and David? Well, I never. And now I have, and so have you. Shield your virgin eyes, kiddies, this one is dirrrrrrTAY. (You may want a unicorn chaser after reading that, to cleanse your affronted mind. Here ya go, enjoy.)

26. Karen Fucking Santorum. Again with the fucking theocracy! Honey, God don’t work like that. If “God’s will” (or God swill) had anything to do with it, there’d be no such thing as presidential elections. Instead, a disembodied hand would just come out of the clouds and crown him, or something.

27. Franklin Fucking Graham. With his daddy, the pet hate (not revealed in polite company, but known to Tricky Dick, of course) was Teh Jewzzzzz; with Frankie, it’s Teh Muslimzzzzz. And of course, the racist dog-whistles are remarkably similar. Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose…

28. Mitt Fucking Romney. Cadillacs (plural!) are a measure of averageness? Um, no. And I should know, since my grandpa had one. He couldn’t afford it when he was just an average working stiff in post-war Germany; it wasn’t until he became a Canadian and our socialized medical system enabled him and his sons to go into business that he finally became rich enough to afford that bronze Brougham d’Elegance. Just one more sad instance of how out of touch Mittens is. PS: Sending his wife to debate for him doesn’t help.

29. The silly-ass fucking troll who pooped here. Dude, if you’re gonna lob around wild accusations like that (framed as insults to MY intelligence, no less!), the least you could do is offer concrete proof of your hare-brained theories. And if it came courtesy of Alex Fucking Jones, it will automatically get you written off as a fucking dumbass. (Not that it wouldn’t anyway. A Ukrainian feminist group, connected to Cointelpro? Fuck off. Seriously.)


And finally, Stephen Fucking Harper. Oh, as usual, nothing’s proved…YET; but the truth is, he ordered those robocalls and harassing fake-Liberal crank calls. After all, he had an election to steal and a fake majority to gain, and he knew full well that he wasn’t going to get it the honest way. So he can’t claim innocence here, and if he says it was only a few bad apples, it’s time our media took a closer look at the SupposiTory barrel. It is rotten from the bottom right up to the top, and they learned it from their Repugnican mentors south of our borders. Vote fraud is their signature move. Now, how the hell do we go about impeaching each and every last one of these fuckers who stole our democracy, pissed on it, and are turning us into a closed society one fascist point at a time? We now have all 14, and if we have another election when this term is up (and that is MUCH too far away!), it could be even more corrupted than the last one. Motherfucker wasn’t kidding when he said we wouldn’t recognize this country when he got through with it; I don’t recognize it anymore as is.

Good night, and good luck, because oh gawd, we are SO fucked!

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Clip ‘n’ Save: How Sarah Palin does debates

Here you go. Her entire “debating” style, condensed:

Next time Quitbull decides to string her rubes along with another half-assed dabble in campaigning, just pull this one out and use it to distract you from that grating voice. You might even want to invite some buddies and make a drinking game of it — one gambit, one swig. Guaranteed you’ll get plastered.

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Festive Left Friday Blogging: Playing catch-up with El Ecuadorable

Sigh. What’s a girl to do when she’s looking for Latin American lefty-porn to give her readers their Friday fix of progressive pulchritude? All the news is full of Chavecito and his maybe-recurred cancer (or maybe-just-scar-tissue, did-THAT-ever-occur-to-you-crapaganda-whores?). And we all know what naughtiness Evo has been up to lately (yawwwwwwwwwwwn). So what else is there to do but turn to Ecuador, and find out (a little late, but better now than never) that our favorite pair of gorgeous green eyes has something quite nice to twinkle about?

QUITO, Feb 16 (Reuters) – Ecuador’s top court on Thursday upheld a jail sentence against three newspaper publishers who were also ordered to pay hefty damages for libelling leftist President Rafael Correa, in a ruling described by media advocates as a blow to democracy.

The combative Correa has been sparring with local media ever since he took office in 2007 promising a strong government to better redistribute wealth in the South American OPEC member.

He often accuses privately owned television networks and newspapers of spreading lies to undermine his government and has called them “the real opposition,” while news organizations say Correa is trying to censor critics.

“This will lead to real freedom of expression, to real democracy,” Correa said during a meeting with foreign reporters on Thursday. He said it will “put an end to one of the worst things in America: the abuses of the corrupt media, and the lies that they constantly say.”

The original ruling last year sentenced columnist Emilio Palacio and three publishers at El Universo to three years in prison and set payment of $40 million in damages to Correa over a column criticizing the way he handled a police revolt in 2010.

BTW, that “police revolt” was nothing of the sort. It was a failed coup d’état and an attempt on Correa’s life. Get it RIGHT, Reuters!

Meanwhile, a crooked right-wing judge has fled the country. Guess where she washed up, and how the whore media are spinning it. I’m currently taking bets as to how long it will be before the IAPOA raises a stink on her behalf and that of the crooked newspaper publishers who are her real employers.

Oh yeah, I promised you pr0n. Here ya go:

Ah yes, that’s why we love him. All he has to do is hold up a newspaper, and we just melt into human ice-cream puddles on the floor.

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Girl, look at that body!

He works out:

This just keeps getting funnier every time I see it. Most of all because it’s true. It’s funny because he’s sexy, and he’s sexy because he’s funny. It’s like an endless positive feedback loop!

And if the “Namaste” in his goofy-ass valentine to Regretsy is any indication, it’s a pretty safe bet that Andy’s workout is yoga. Which would explain not only his enviable headstands, but also why he can totally pull off that silly Speedo. (Pun fully intended.)


Zut alors! Plus de “mademoiselle”!

Ah, oui. C’est fini, l’ennui:

The term “mademoiselle” is about to disappear from French paperwork.

Under pressure from campaigners, the government has decided that women will not have to choose how to describe themselves on official documents.

Unlike men, women have been forced to choose between a married “madame” or unmarried “mademoiselle”.

Feminist groups welcomed the move from Prime Minister Francois Fillon, but noted that in an election year they want to ensure it is applied.

“Everywhere we are asked to declare our marital status. This is not imposed on men, it’s not important whether they are married,” said Julie Muret of the group, Osez le Feminisme.

Her group also wants candidates for the presidential elections in April to support other pledges reducing the pay gap between men and women, supporting the right to abortion and birth control, and limiting sexist advertising.

And a straitjacket on Dominique Strauss-Kahn too, s’il vous plaît.

And in case you’re wondering, here’s how things stand with us Germans. It’s not illegal to say Fräulein — YET — but it IS out of date:

Fräulein, which can be translated as Miss is an outdated form of addressing an unmarried woman. Fräulein is a derivation of Frau – the suffix –lein is a diminutive similar to “chen”.

In daily life, Fräulein is perceived as old fashioned and discriminating and should especially not be used in a professional work environment. Today’s form of addressing is Frau, which corresponds to Ms. In cafes and restaurants one can hear the occasional Fräulein for addressing waitresses, especially in traditional and old fashioned establishments. A better form is the simple “Hallo” to get the attention of the female waiting personnel.

The modern German word Frau stems from the old German (12th century) frouwe which was the female equivalent to the male frauja/friega. The male form has not survived in German language and has been replaced with Herr (Mr.). The actual meaning of the male frauja/friega is “The First” or “The Foremost”, and this form of addressing was originally used for gentry in the Middle Ages.

Fräulein was used until the 18th/19th century amongst the nobility for young unmarried women. From the nobility it expanded into the language of the upper bourgeois and later became a commonly used word.

So it would appear that a woman’s marital status is becoming less and less relevant all the time, at least in Europe. And it’s a good thing, too. As a certain Ms. Piggy would say, “One need not be married in order to have status.”

Merci les féministes, und vielen Dank von Frau Becker.


Economics for Dummies: The true relationship of Liberty and Capitalism

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