My personal favorite English professor has asked me to explain how the concept for the Don't Think About My Vagina pin came about. I am thrilled she based a satire on it, and got it to many people and I love the comments below that brought out many layers of the issue I was commenting on.
My original concept was for a DTAMV teeshirt -- the cute little babydoll style. In 2018, I was assaulted by a local group of claimed "feminists" for my common sense coverage of the MeToo movement. You can find that whole scenario here, with all the supporting documents. I have a feeling many who frequent this Substack will find it interesting and even see plenty that I have not seen. That was way back in 2018.
One of the ways I exposed the fraud was with satire. It really is a useful tool and the lord has blessed me with a modest gift. And as part of that, I designed a shirt at Rush Order Tees using their online design tool, and posted it to Facebook. I credited the shirt to the "Hudson Valley Feminist Collective," which I have basically taken over by doing so many spoofs of them (this included a flyer that said "Forced Vaccination is Rape" during the covid scam).
Earlier this year, I learned that an organization called the NoVo Foundation, led by Peter Buffet, the son of billionaire Warren Buffet, had created the whole campaign against me and paid off organizations an amount comparable to what the FBI offers for one of their most wanted terrorists — depending on how you count, a total in six figures, or seven. Not a bad bounty for the reputation of a horoscope columnist.
So I decided to re-brand DTAMV and credit the "NoVa" foundation, to send them a little thank you message. Buttons along with the press release added above were widely distributed throughout the city of Kingston, New York (a little upstate berg north of NYC) of which Buffet fancies himself student body president, bribing everyone and everything (except me).
That's the basic story!
Anyone in the United States who wants one of these buttons, send a SASE to Chiron Return, PO Box 4141, Kingston, NY 12402. If you want a packet of them, send a check for $5 and I'll send them in a padded envelope.
Thank you Janice for all of your kindness, intelligence and genuine loving support for men, and for being my own personal English professor, which I hope you don't think is too objectifying.
I was just thinking that posting this on April Fools Day complicates things for the reader. Feminist theory often reads like satire. Haven't looked at the links and have no idea which one is the joke.
1. Don’t think about pink elephants! It’s a self-defeating directive.
2. The Supreme Court of Canada has already ruled on the matter of pre-consent to a sexual act while unconscious. It is not legal in Canada. Lots of Canadian males who would love to be woken up in the morning with a BJ will be disappointed to find that a criminal act by their partner now.
I would comply if you’d stop looking at my hands and nose, my rippling pectorals, or my “too sexy for prime-time” knees. Stop asking me for the time, just so you can see how expensive (or not)!my watch is. Stop micro-judging my behavior, and, stop pinning “Don’t Look Here” Buttons on your tight, low-cut tops!
Feminists don’t want men thinking about their vaginas, which they intend to accomplish via a brazen, mass campaign of constantly reminding us about these vaginas that we’re not supposed to think about.
Either this is brilliant reverse psychology, or perhaps feminists really do want us thinking about their vaginas, so they can be offended that we think about their vaginas. I am reminded of the Slut Walk as the epitome of the noble feminine soul and the profound intellectual depth of the now renamed “[Don’t Think About My] Vagina Monologues” (tm)
It would seem that if feminists really wanted men to stop thinking about women’s vaginas—is this redundant?—they could merely advocate that men become trans women lesbians, in which case we’d forget all about vaginas. (We mustn’t be pussies about this.)
Wait—I meant to write “trans lesbian people with vaginas who don’t actually have vaginas, but who are now allowed to think about vaginas even though they will now mysteriously forget about vaginas.” *correction inspired by the Supreme Court of Canada*
Sure glad I’m not thinking about people with vaginas’ vaginas.
Every or nearly every heterosexual woman I've known has been fascinated - sometimes to a point of obsessiveness - with the penis. And in a period in which most cinematic and other media nudity and sexual objectification is of the male, the "don't think about my vagina" campaign underscores the fact that agenda (feminism) and unintelligent and ludicrous trendiness remain a potent (sorry - don't think about my penis when you read that word!) force.
Hello all, and good evening from New York.
My personal favorite English professor has asked me to explain how the concept for the Don't Think About My Vagina pin came about. I am thrilled she based a satire on it, and got it to many people and I love the comments below that brought out many layers of the issue I was commenting on.
My original concept was for a DTAMV teeshirt -- the cute little babydoll style. In 2018, I was assaulted by a local group of claimed "feminists" for my common sense coverage of the MeToo movement. You can find that whole scenario here, with all the supporting documents. I have a feeling many who frequent this Substack will find it interesting and even see plenty that I have not seen. That was way back in 2018.
https://planetwaves.net/bad-moon-rising-wicked-game-eric-francis-coppolino/
One of the ways I exposed the fraud was with satire. It really is a useful tool and the lord has blessed me with a modest gift. And as part of that, I designed a shirt at Rush Order Tees using their online design tool, and posted it to Facebook. I credited the shirt to the "Hudson Valley Feminist Collective," which I have basically taken over by doing so many spoofs of them (this included a flyer that said "Forced Vaccination is Rape" during the covid scam).
Earlier this year, I learned that an organization called the NoVo Foundation, led by Peter Buffet, the son of billionaire Warren Buffet, had created the whole campaign against me and paid off organizations an amount comparable to what the FBI offers for one of their most wanted terrorists — depending on how you count, a total in six figures, or seven. Not a bad bounty for the reputation of a horoscope columnist.
So I decided to re-brand DTAMV and credit the "NoVa" foundation, to send them a little thank you message. Buttons along with the press release added above were widely distributed throughout the city of Kingston, New York (a little upstate berg north of NYC) of which Buffet fancies himself student body president, bribing everyone and everything (except me).
That's the basic story!
Anyone in the United States who wants one of these buttons, send a SASE to Chiron Return, PO Box 4141, Kingston, NY 12402. If you want a packet of them, send a check for $5 and I'll send them in a padded envelope.
Thank you Janice for all of your kindness, intelligence and genuine loving support for men, and for being my own personal English professor, which I hope you don't think is too objectifying.
xo
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Let's make a deal, ladies. We will stop thinking about your vaginas when you stop thinking about the size of our bank accounts.
Though both premises are absurd, the bit about the lesbians who need to be reminded of the vagina tipped me off to the decoy. Well done Janice.
Don't think about my wallet or my ability to provide for you?
I was just thinking that posting this on April Fools Day complicates things for the reader. Feminist theory often reads like satire. Haven't looked at the links and have no idea which one is the joke.
In general I don’t spend much time thinking about vaginas. Now I’m going to.
Hate to admit it, but I honestly thought both were real (and I checked the links to makes sure). Brava on the satire Janice!
1. Don’t think about pink elephants! It’s a self-defeating directive.
2. The Supreme Court of Canada has already ruled on the matter of pre-consent to a sexual act while unconscious. It is not legal in Canada. Lots of Canadian males who would love to be woken up in the morning with a BJ will be disappointed to find that a criminal act by their partner now.
Everything feminism does seems like an April Fool’s joke.
If there is any certain way to make dudes think of nothing else...
Janice, you fooled me. I even said to my husband, as I read out some sections, that Apr 1 was the wrong day to publish this.
THE IDIOT BRIGADE STRIKES AGAIN!
I would comply if you’d stop looking at my hands and nose, my rippling pectorals, or my “too sexy for prime-time” knees. Stop asking me for the time, just so you can see how expensive (or not)!my watch is. Stop micro-judging my behavior, and, stop pinning “Don’t Look Here” Buttons on your tight, low-cut tops!
Feminists don’t want men thinking about their vaginas, which they intend to accomplish via a brazen, mass campaign of constantly reminding us about these vaginas that we’re not supposed to think about.
Either this is brilliant reverse psychology, or perhaps feminists really do want us thinking about their vaginas, so they can be offended that we think about their vaginas. I am reminded of the Slut Walk as the epitome of the noble feminine soul and the profound intellectual depth of the now renamed “[Don’t Think About My] Vagina Monologues” (tm)
It would seem that if feminists really wanted men to stop thinking about women’s vaginas—is this redundant?—they could merely advocate that men become trans women lesbians, in which case we’d forget all about vaginas. (We mustn’t be pussies about this.)
Wait—I meant to write “trans lesbian people with vaginas who don’t actually have vaginas, but who are now allowed to think about vaginas even though they will now mysteriously forget about vaginas.” *correction inspired by the Supreme Court of Canada*
Sure glad I’m not thinking about people with vaginas’ vaginas.
Honestly and again, is there not an issue relating to western women that can’t be satisfactorily answered by the MGTOW approach!
Every or nearly every heterosexual woman I've known has been fascinated - sometimes to a point of obsessiveness - with the penis. And in a period in which most cinematic and other media nudity and sexual objectification is of the male, the "don't think about my vagina" campaign underscores the fact that agenda (feminism) and unintelligent and ludicrous trendiness remain a potent (sorry - don't think about my penis when you read that word!) force.
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