In theory, I agree

The war on terrorism has its upsides, and one of these is the war on pants. It’s probably some deep-rooted biological instinct that makes people want to couple when faced with the possibility of death.

Dawn Olsen wrote this in her blog:

In a post 9-11 world, I feel it’s my duty as a woman to wear clingier clothing, flirt more outrageously, have more orgasms, and get on top more often. In short, anything that’s taboo to the islamofascists.

Dawn Olsen’s picture, from her weblog.

Eric Raymond — geek, open source software advocate, libertarian, sex advisor to computer programmers and gun nu…er, firearms enthusiast — blogged this in reply:

Yes, we’re all Jews now, even blue-eyed Germano-Celtic goyim like me. We are going to be everything the islamofascists fear and hate, and we’re going to glory in it. We’re going to embody all the worst nightmares of those butt-ignorant ragheads in Al-Qaeda. We’re going to kill them, we’re going to subvert their children with MTV, and we’re going to teach their women to wear clingy clothing and say “fuck me” and “fuck you” to men whenever they damn well feel like it.

Eric Raymond’s picture, found with Google.

And, sister? Here’s my ha ha only serious, offered in the same spirit as yours. You are a warrior. I salute you. And if you want to commit exactly the kind of scandalous, adulterous, hedonistic, casual sex best calculated to drive fascists and patriarchs up a wall sometime, I’m your guy. You can be on top.

The sentiment I agree with wholeheartedly — his heart’s in the right place and Dawn’s pretty cute. However, the thought of Raymond sportin’ wood and lying in wait to get his swerve on damn near made me void my bowels in icy fear right at my desk. If I knew the precise set of brain cells that contained that awful, awful mental image, I’d be driving a nail into my head with a ball-peen hammer right now.