And I have to say, most women I know don’t think whore is anything like the N-word. The only word that I’d say comes close, with its power to demean and shock, is that nasty C-word. If Brown or an aide had [said] Whitman got her eBay job for trading sexual favors for power, that would be outrageous, whether or not they used the word whore. Suggesting she may be trading a political position for an endorsement and/or campaign cash is standard political speculation, and I can imagine a man accused of that being called a whore as easily as a woman.
If you want proof “whore” doesn’t pack the punch of the N-word, look at the way the debate is going down. People are using the euphemism “the N-word” while “whore” seems to roll off a lot of pundit’s tongues – and I don’t think it’s because they’re sexist assholes, or David Vitter. This is a made up controversy, and California deserves better. It got better Tuesday night, in a debate that had substance, but still we’re parsing the way Brown handled a staffer’s gaffe, rather than the way the two candidates would deal with taxes, education, pensions or public employee unions. That’s kinda sad.
NEW IDEA: Woman Scouts. Woman Scouts is, obviously, Girl Scouts for grown-ass women. Basically, it’s an institutionalized “Girls’ Night,” but for ladies who don’t say “Girls’ Night” and also who are awesome. And there are outfits, or maybe just baller hats and sashes.
Instead of boxes of cookies we sell boxes of wine. Our song is: Make new friends, but keep the old, but maybe don’t friend everyone you went to high school with on Facebook, let’s have some dignity. Like regular scouts, camping is important. “Camping” in this case is a metaphor for bar crawls. Obviously, the most important part of Woman Scouts, just like Foursquare and all other superimportant institutions, is the badges:
You get a badge for attempting online dating. You get a badge for going to work even though you have really bad period cramps. You get a badge for every person who asks how a girl like you is still single. You get a badge for wearing leopard print. You get a badge for killing roaches or fixing your sink on your own. You get a badge for sports (for some girls this is an easy badge, for others this is damn near impossible). You get a badge for drastic haircuts. You get a badge for yelling at a jerk who doesn’t call back after sleeping with you. You get a badge for breaking a date. You get a badge for changing the ratio. You get a badge for not buying clothes you don’t need. You get a badge for buying clothes you don’t need (clothes you don’t need are the best!). You get a badge for pap smears. You get a badge for karaoke. You get a badge for surviving a wedding or family reunion by yourself. You get a badge for every cat. You get a badge for every Real Housewife you can ID. You get a badge for every bachelorette party you skip. You get a badge for being told that the object of your affection sees you “as a sister.” You get a badge for listening to people’s crap and not shaking them. You get a badge for shaking them. You get a badge for being friends with an ex. You get a badge for reclaiming “Momma Grizzly.” You get a badge for being an unapologetic Rom Com watcher. You get a badge for nails. You get a badge if you can finally make “fetch” happen. You get a badge for being SO REAL.
THE LIST GOES ON.
I need scout leaders, who’s in?
THIS IS THE MOST BRILLIANT IDEA EVER. SOMEONE MAKE A BLOG/WEBSITE/TWITTER AND GET SOME START UP FUNDING AND YOU’LL BE LOOKING AT A BOOK DEAL IN NO TIME
But really, let’s make this happen. I’ll buy wine.
We’ll be a New York Times bestseller in a week.