Copies of the now-infamous Skepchick nude calendar are hard to come by these days, but Skepchick fans can now get their hands on a copy previously owned by PZ Myers himself.
Myers, the celebrated evo-devo biologist and popular feminist blogger, is auctioning off his personal copy of the racy calendar as part of the The Pamper Initiative, a fundraiser created to send a dozen people to this year’s Free Thought Convention. The fundraiser aims to cover airfare, hotel and convention fees to the members-only event hosted by popular skeptic and atheist bloggers.
“It’s an item that has enormous sentimental value, obviously,” Myers told reporters. “I’ve always kept it as a reminder that women aren’t objects, and that the female form can be empowering, in this case as a way to raise money for a good cause.”
Bidding started at a modest $150, but by Tuesday — just a day after the auction went live — the highest bid had topped out at $3,216.43.
“Item is classified as fair to worn condition,” the auction description reads. “Cover is faded and scuffed from storage under mattress. The following months on the calendar are either worn, bent or stained: April (Rebecca Watson), June (Greta Christina), September (Amy Roth), and October (Melody Hensley). Pages for June (Greta Christina) and July (Jen McCreight) are joined in some places by organic adhesive. Buyers must agree to purchase calendar as-is, with the understanding that this is a used item. Refunds will not be granted based on item condition.”
As our dear readers undoubtedly know, recently some rodential Youtube misogynists have been trying (and failing) to take Rebecca Watson to task over her supposed self-obsession, making the fallacious argument that Watson spends most of her time talking about herself and the daily harassment she faces from men who are jelly of her success. While we here at Rebecca Watson Fan Club know that’s bullshit, we feel it’s incumbent on us to ask the obvious question: So fucking what?
But don’t take our word for it. This week, Rebecca proved the naysayers wrong with another expert takedown, this time targeting the millions of Passover literalists who really think frogs and fire rained down from the sky while rivers turned to blood. These stupid shits have been flexing their political muscle, trying to force school districts to include the Plagues of Egypt in history books and lobbying the Obama administration to invade Egypt. It has to stop, and we commend Rebecca Watson’s bravery in being the first to publicly question this insidious lie.
Faith healer and televangelist Rev. Peter Popoff’s popular “Divine Wealth Transfer” overwhelmingly favors the men of Popoff’s congregation at the expense of women, according to the results of a study released Tuesday by Rebecca Watson and her research team at Skepchick Industries™.
Over the course of a 20-minute investigation over Chinese take-out, Watson and her team watched part of a broadcast of Popoff’s popular late-night program, concluding that men were favored with heavenly checks more than twice as often as women.
“The program began with a female member of the congregation receiving a $25,000 Divine Wealth Transfer, but over the course of the next 20 minutes, Popoff called only men to the stage, where they received checks worth $5,000, $76,000, $28,000 and $12,000 respectively,” Watson told reporters at a press conference.
Furthermore, a hand-count of the audience revealed it was “probably about 60 percent women,” Watson said. “We have a hard time believing God wants all those checks to go to men only, and we suspect Popoff has a hand in diverting the funds after the divine checks materialize backstage.”
The study was limited to only 20 minutes of Popoff’s broadcast because a member of Watson’s research team had accidentally recorded over the rest of the program while taping “The Roommate,” Watson told reporters, sheepishly admitting her office still uses a VCR “because we’re women, and we don’t get the kind of financial support men enjoy. But still. That scene where Leighton Meester masturbates on Minka Kelly’s bed was fucking hawt.”
Asked about Popoff’s ability to ascertain facts about his congregants without knowing their personal history — often chalked up to cold reading or some sort of hidden radio device by the reverend’s critics — Watson waved off concerns, saying it would be impossible for anyone to investigate those claims: “You’d have to spend, like, months going to all his services, and you’d probably need one of those Ecto detectors they use in Ghostbusters. It’s just not worth the trouble when there are more egregious wrongs, like the disparity our study revealed today.”
What an amazing deal for lucky buyers who were able to snatch these up! In addition to t-shirts emblazoned with the above logo — also available as lady’s tank tops and raglans — people who placed the first 500 orders received a year’s subscription to Watsonian, tickets to the summer 2014 Watsonfest, and a copy of the Richard Dawkins biography, An Appetite for Wonder: The Making of a Scientist, defaced and signed by Rebecca Watson. We’re told they still smell like lighter fluid and Watson’s fecal matter, which clever collectors may want to preserve with airtight display cases. Take a whiff every time a cisgender, patriarchal piece of shit has the gall to pollute the internet with their misinformed retardism!
Some dude, whose name might be Robert Dennis or David Cody or Neil Patrick Harris, booted Rebecca Watson and Skepchick Enterprises from DragonCon, where Rebecca was giving a lecture on the women of Game of Thrones.
He was a jerk. He is a misogynist. And he made vague threats to Rebecca while contorting the convention’s policy just to get Rebecca thrown out. Case fucking closed, Watson gave a word-by-word account of the exchange on Skepchick, and in the 761 previous dramas, Rebecca has always been on the righteous side.
But of course, yet another backbiter reveals herself, trying desperately to siphon off light from Rebecca’s star. In this case, it’s a blogger who calls herself uberfeminist, as if ANY feminist would stand against Rebecca, let alone question the details of Rebecca’s retelling of the event.
VERDICT: Ridiculous.