There’s men above, there’s men below, there’s men down in the galley,
There’s Butch and Spike And Buzz and Biff
And one guy we call Sally
(And one guy we call Sally)

Men, men, men.
It’s a ship all filled with men.
You’ll never have to lift the seat, there’s no one here but men
Men, Men, Men, Men
Men, Men, Men, Men

We’re men and friends until the end and none of us are sissies,
At night we sleep in separate beds and blow each other kissies
(And blow each other kissies)

Men, men, men.
It’s a ship all filled with men.
So throw your rubbers overboard, there’s no one here but men
Ahhhhhhhhh, Mennnnn.

Men, men, men, men,
Men, men, men, men,
It’s great to be on a sailing ship,
and sail across the sea-oh,
We don’t know where we’re going,
But it’s great to be with men.

‘Cause men can sweat and men can stink and no one seems to care-oh,
So throw your dishes in the sink and clog the drain with hair-oh.

Men, men, men,
It’s a ship all filled with men.

There’s men above, and men below, and men down in the galley,
There’s Frank, and Butch, and Fred, and Tom,
And one guy we call Sally.

(I forget the lyrics after this point)

mervtheflamingo – Well no, sexism is rather an ongoing concern for me, seeing as “you’re soaking in it!”. Humans are immersed in it, and usually unknowingly, unless it’s pointed out, as with Palmolive.

Changing metaphors, it’s a lens that people see through, apparently even when it comes to cute animals.

If you want to admonish someone for what I see as ridiculous (NOT redonklous) concerns, try the people who seem to care urgently whether a pink-blanketed ferret is a male or female, or what sex a dog is before they can offer their own dog for a `date’… if they can post that, I don’t feel badly about speaking up once – ONCE – out of all the many times that I’ve encountered gender stereotyping on this site.

The animals almost certainly don’t care what pronoun we use, or whether we feel it’s urgent to choose between pretty and handsome as a description, yah, so in a way, whatevs.

Buuut these preoccupations are but an extention of what is usually done to/by humans. And that gender stereotyping, brutally enforced in many ways, brings about pain, power inequity and suffering. Yes suffering for all, including the masculine men, I would argue.

_Darn_ cute kitty, and obviously regal.

Actually, Rikki *was* quite a different cat with his whole batch of littermates around. Very affectionate, but a whole lot quieter and less rowdy than he is now. We were really surprised when he turned out to be a big talker and a rampaging maniac. I guess he figured it was up to him to expend as much kitten energy in the house as his whole family had before!

Suda Nim, last time I was at the Humane Society, the foster coordinator said Bou was doing well; the drainage tube from her mastitis operation had been removed. Things seem to be healing well.

Some of the kittens made it, but I don’t want to say much more about the rest. It was all too grim and sad. They started out with big odds against them. Some were fortunate enough to pull through.

I have a kitteh who looks a great deal like Rikki, only mine is now seven years old. I’ll chime right in with the concept of assigning characteristics to an animal based on what we perceive that animal’s gender to be, because Niko’s name was originally Eliza. He was quite a fluffy kit, and he needed a fancy, pseudo-snooty name. One day, he was sitting in my lap while I was talking on the phone to a friend. He was schmoozing around, and all of a sudden I said, “Oh my God, Eliza has balls!”

We had to find a new name pretty quickly.

Teho, speaking of kittehs, what was the outcome with Bou and her brood?

Sir Real,

Did you just complete a women’s studies or feminist philosophy course? Yeah, I can tell. Setting up straw men (or is that straw womyn or straw people)to over-dramatically “defeat” on a CUTE website. Sad Sad Sad.

And T-O, kitten-grapes are tiny, but SOME of us managed to correctly identify the sex of certain kitters what were born in our yard and now terrorize our house and blog. (TK, As Seen On TV… er, CO)

Metz! You must give us more pictures of that kitty when you’ve met.

U zegt kaaskop, I say cheesehead. U zegt aardappel, I say potato…

Hey, look at Rikki! Isn’t he Teh Qte!!1!