Renegade has two very beautiful posts up just now, here and here. She has incredible strength: in every muscle, and every thought and deed. Words and images are rarely more profound than this.
And Jill has given us another form of beauty – this one a bit more frou-frou but no less classic.
As for me, I think it’s fitting that I would write my column this week on beauty and love and grim reality. It wasn’t one of my more poetic ones, though. I’d like to give you a whole different kind of, um, poetry.
Behold! The cleavage that sunk a thousand feminist battleships!
Behold also! A much less stylized photo featuring, it would seem, the same dastardly cleavage (which really hardly even qualifies for cleavage, but manages to “hurt women” regardless – it’s just that ingenious):
And just in case you thought I was done! Behold at last! I am the wielder of the flame of Anor…. Sorry, I am the wielder of the Cleavage of Unnumbered Tears, and I pose here with my family’s ferocious trained beastie, Fedya, just so you know not to mess with me in the future:
I can only hope that everyone is sufficiently terrorized. I hear the Patriarchy’s check is already in the mail for this one. Will spend it on something appropriately sparkly and empowerful (and possibly some catfood).
Natalia A. 
aww, thanks.
you are adorable.
“Behold! The cleavage that sunk a thousand feminist battleships!” – LOL!! Awesome. 🙂
awwwz! cuteness all around!
‘zat a Russian Blue kitty?
Scottish Fold. 🙂
But we used to have a Russian Blue named Petya.
Petya and Fedya – both legendary cats!
I likes your cat. And your writing. And you 😀
Just [my usual] popping in to say ‘hallo’
O! Privetik!
I think Cleavage of Unnumbered Tears is my best phrase ever (I am ever so humble, but hey, it’s past midnight, it’s my farking birthday, I am going to live a little).
Too bad I can’t use that phrase at the BD.
How’s the fam doing?
I came over from Feministe, and I just am commenting to say, hey! you have my last name! I’ve never come across anyone with my last name (who wasn’t related to me) before. Feminist high-five?
I flee in terror from your aweful beastie.
omg! HBD!
Oh, the BD I am referring to is the Barrowdowns. I know Belle approves cleavage.
I’m glad you’re fleeing, Helen, for you know what’s good for you. 😀
Alex, NO SHIT, huh? 🙂 Do you know that there is also a BBC journalist named Natalia Antonova? And a pop star named Yurii Antonov? And an actress named Natalia Antonova? And, of course, the Antonov planes, by the constructor of the same last name.
We are in good company, yo.
*high five*
First of all – Happy [farking] Birthday, may it be [or rather I hope it was] the best out of all that have preceeded it, and of course but the worst of all that shall succeed it 🙂
Yo indeed, which sounds cool though not necessarily up to date :J
Cleavage in question being indeed a top notch phrase, giving a rise to the whole string of mental images (don’t stone me, oh feminist ones, I’m just a male and therefore my brain-train can’t go off its usual rails :p)
Fam re: my son is a genius :J I guess every father feels inclined to say so, but having very limited experience with other children of his age and having the sentences this 2 years old chap comes out with to judge by, I do feel dumbstruck at times
The latest pearl was ‘No, I’m busy’ (very definite air of finality too) in answer to my suggestion to maybe, if it pleaseth thee better, play with a ball instead of destroying my mobile phone
here he is (one of the extremely rare moments when he doesn’t regard the camera with solemnity and wisdom of an age radiating from his eyes :j
And a bit older pic
I definetily remember posting a comment about the time you posted yours. True, it did not show up immediately, but I figured being somewhat longish, it had to be approved of first. Luckily I have good memory, so it was something along the following lines :J:
Happy [farking] Birthday, may it be [or rather I hope it was] the best out of all that have preceeded it, and of course but the worst of all that shall succeed it 🙂
Cleavage in question being indeed a top notch phrase, giving a rise to the whole string of mental images (don’t stone me, oh feminist ones, I’m just a male and therefore my brain-train can’t go off its usual rails :p)
Fam re: my son is a genius :J I guess every father feels inclined to say so, but having very limited experience with other children of his age and having the sentences this 2 years old chap comes out with to judge by, I do feel dumbstruck at times
The latest pearl was ‘No, I’m busy’ (very definite air of finality too) in answer to my suggestion to maybe, if it pleaseth thee better, play with a ball instead of destroying my mobile phone
But missing comments have positive sides too, now I have a chance to present to your attention very recent pic (of yeasterday’s) :