Suburbs of Our Discontent

Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;
That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.

(Polonius to Ophelia, basically telling her that she's a step away from being a prostitute)

God has given you one face, and you make yourselves
another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
made me mad.

(Hamlet to Ophelia, basically calling her a whore)

What does it say about the college co-ed Susan Fluke who goes before a congressional committee and essentially says that she must be paid to have sex -- what does that make her? It makes her a slut, right? It makes her a prostitute. She wants to be paid to have sex. She's having so much sex she can't afford the contraception. She wants you and me and the taxpayers to pay her to have sex.

(Rush Limbaugh to whomever it is who listens to him, basically being a dick)

You know, I don't think I have much more to say after that. I just kept thinking all weekend about how crazy it is that it's 2012 and douche-bags like Limbaugh can still get such a big platform for his Hamlet-era beliefs about women and sex. At least now there's a financial incentive for apologizing. The only way Hamlet was ever going to lay off his misogynist rants was by having Gertrude promise never to have sex again with her husband.

Because that's a fair trade.