The Ovarian Fist

I know that to anyone who might stumble across this blog it may very well seem dead. Well, it isn’t. Not yet. I have yet to give up on the Fist…even though the updates have beem few and far between. Yes their are other responsibilities/distractions, yes there is the persistence of writer’s block. I don’t give up that easy, and I would like the Ovarian Fist to thrive.

Having said that…

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How About a Quickie?

Boys stink.

Come on girls, we all know it.

Yes, even the most pragmatic of feminists can possess that ever ingrained dualistic conflict; that sneer-inducing, panty-twisting, push-him-down-on-the-playground ideal that some men–some boys–just stink.

And while some of us may plant our feet into the notion that both men and women should be treated equal–that that’s what real feminism is about–There are some of those dull-eyed and drooling creatures out there that we simply can’t stand. These are the cavemen that still roam the streets today; the unrefined masses of men that still grunt when they want something and cry when they don’t get it. Like a baby searching for a teat (a surprisingly accurate simile) they clutch their lewd little fists about them to grasp anything they can get and they’ll only be calmed by the sight of “boobies”. It leaves a bitter taste in the mouth, really.

Anyways, these louts are a problem that many women have had to deal with for eons, and it’s something that we’ll most likely always endure. There may not be an antidote, but the consolation prize is at hands, my friends. We can content ourselves with the fact that we at least have the women out there that have grown so tired of this oafish behavior that they choose to sing (or shriek, scream, and growl) about it, and hey, we get to sing along with them.

Teddy and the Frat Girls’ “I Wanna Be a Man” might remind you of all those brutes you’ve had to put up with over the course of your life, but it’ll also provide the angry feminists out there (or any woman who has ever had to say “I’m up here“, really) with a few quick quips and jabs right back at the ogres of the world. You will be disgusted, but then you will be delighted. Don’t be surprised if you sing along to this one in the car while wearing your most terrifying playground face ever.

Yes, men and women should be treated equal, blah blah blah. Now go find a brute and castrate him!

Teddy and the Frat Girls- I Wanna Be a Man
Teddy and the Frat Girls- Clubnite
Teddy and the Frat Girls- I Owe it to the Girls

 Teddy and the Frat Girls may have only released one album, it may only have consisted of five songs, but that little album is a sublime blast from the post-punk era. Their sound ranges from LiLiPUT to Bikini Kill, Essential Logic to the rantings of performance artist Karen Finley. There’s a little taste of it all in there; hints of modern riot grrrl, the shriekings of Lydia Lunch, the strangeness of The Slits and the obscurity of the best and rarest swedish female punk bands that you’ve never heard of. It’s one of the oddest things I’ve heard in awhile, and thus one of the best. Give them a listen!