Misogyny on Ugly Americans Day

After the 1st encounter with Jill, I didn't think it could get any worse. I didn't see her again that semester as she dropped out of Algebra. The patriarch wins again! When will wymyn finally step up to destroy the old boy's club?

I guess I shouldn't have been too shocked when I found out some of her extracurricular activities.

When I eat my breakfast of vegan egg substitute and vegetarian bacon, I read the local paper. Today they had a feature on the shameful Miss North Carolina contest. I couldn't believe it! I saw Jill's happy face looking back at me! The woman who months early gave a symbolic middle finger by taking a math course was a finalist in a sexist meat show!

I had to double check to make sure it was her. But sadly it was. That was certainly her beautiful face and her name. Even the description of where she lives and her job matched.

The ceremony was being held at a hotel only 30 miles for me. I had three hours, so I drank the rest of my water and headed straight for my bike. Of course, as you know, it's not a motor bike because those things still use gas and pollute the environment.

I got there with only ten minutes to spare. I tried to get backstage, but the pigs wouldn't let me!

"Yeah, right, pervert! There's a few peep shows downtown. Go bother them."

"How dare you think I'm motivated by sexist motives? I don't want to ogle their young, hot sweaty bodies, I just want to save their lives! These young wymyn need to know that there is more to being a woman than a body to be objectified by het men!"

"Yeah right, geezer, hit the road!"

"I'm only 36! I can't help it if I've suffered radiation poisoning!"

So I snuck around back. If I couldn't reach the wymyn in their dressing rooms, I'd have to disrupt the ceremonies. Since the only grocery store in this mall was a multi-national corporation, whose owners are millionaires, I'd have to use the sound of my voice, instead of throwing fruit at the stage.

When the young wymyn came out to be objectified by pathetic het men, I started screaming: "There's a better way! Don't continue to degrade yourselves for the pleasures of heterosexist men!"

Jill sees me and tries to ignore me best she can, but I know I'm getting to her!

"Jill! Don't do it! You're too good to degrade yourself this way!"

I break past security and hold onto her leg.

"Let go of me, you creep!"

She kicked me, sending me to the ground and breaking my glasses. I'm on the floor trying to find them when the pigs arrest me.

"Jill! Don't do it! You can still turn back! Think of your future children! Set an example for your daughter!"

She mockingly waves goodbye to me as I'm dragged away, still strutting her stuff on the runway, the too tight dress hugging the womanly curves of her tight, shapely buttocks.

My equal partner had to come and bail me out. We didn't talk much on the drive home. She almost didn't let me stop by the mall to pick up my bike. I felt guilty for riding in the car with her. This is one of the major disagreements we have. But it was late and the light on my bike was burned out, so I had no choice.

Even sadder, Jill came in first place and now is eligible for Miss America! Now ever sexist het man in North America will get a chance to ogle her as if she was just a piece of meat!

When will Jill finally get the confidence to destroy the patriarch once and for all?