Posts Tagged ‘Females’

Ex-Gay writer on films that valourise female virginity


Where the Boys Are: A Reevaluation


As I have written before, the main (negative) achievement of the feminist revolution was to make men feel they could no longer have a reasonable expectation of marrying a virgin.

As I have also written before, one of the very few films to consider a woman’s virginity as significant, in recent years, was Metropolitan (1980), with the beloved character of Audrey Rouget. I have written about that movie extensively at this blog.


Oh, sweet lady

Oh, sweet lady serving 
at the chemist’s,
with your modest cleavage
and your voice like a little bird –
definitely, in a second life,
or a third.

Julian O’Dea

Paula Wright, independent anti-feminist evolutionary thinker

This includes several interesting essays including some thoughts on benign patriarchy. I believe we currently have a benign patriarchy in the West, which should be conserved.

A woman’s literary effort


“Few authors write better or more believable tales of domestic discipline than CJ Blais, and she’s at the top of her literary form with “Plain and Simple,” a collection of stories featuring…”

The girls that haunt you

The girls that haunt you
leave once their faces
by memory’s mercy.
Once their expressions
can no longer be conjured,
the image falls away
and leaves you asking:
what was that way
she made up her eyes?


Julian O’Dea

Good advice for any woman

”  Under Prayers, Petitionary Auden includes a line from the camp novelist Ronald Firbank that should be embroidered on a sampler: “Heaven help me,” she prayed, “to be decorative and to do right.” ”


“Another Teenage Suicide”

(I just found this one again. It’s an old one, and I don’t think it is terribly good. But here it is.)


Another Teenage Suicide

As we approached the chapel,
attached to the crematorium,
a previous life went up in smoke:
(like the last black puff from an engine.)

But the teenage suicide was still
in her casket, which was white and small.
So small, she must have been a little
lass for a seventeen year old; though
big enough to have had a man.
(Six schoolboys carried the coffin.)

I couldn’t quite hear the eulogies:
though it seems she was a wonderful girl.
(Because no-one mediocre ever dies.)

I was in the group outside the chapel,
on the white plastic chairs,
near the ornamental pool.
(I said some prayers.)

The sun was hot for spring;
I listened to the water feature
chatter on.
There were no goldfish.
(I had hoped to fix my gaze upon
a carefree golden creature.)

They say she used her brother’s gun.
They say they found a tumour in her brain.
(Explaining the inexplicable, again.)


Julian O’Dea