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"So, as any of you whom have had my class before know, I do not tend to believe in the concept of a final," Ghanima said once everyone had arrived. "What we're going to do instead is that I'd like each of you to say something - just a short something - about how feminism impacts you, or why you think it's important, or, if you don't feel that feminism speaks to you personally. I'd like us to have a discussion today, rather than a test."
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There were giant pillows and tea when students arrived, and a note on the door:
Stay if you like, or go back to the dorms and shower. Class cancelled, please feel to use this as a decompression space if you so desire.


[OOC: I'm onna plaaaaaaaaaaaaane, go forth and do whatever.]
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"Hey," Bay said. She was signing as she spoke: Even if only Francesca, who was seated in the front row, understood it, it was important to her she prove to her maybe-someday-daughter she didn't completely suck at signing. "So Ms. Atreides had something come up, so I'm in charge today. Which ... I'm kind of not prepared for. But I was thinking that since the kids are around, we could maybe talk about what kind of parents we want to be, or if we don't want to be parents at all. And, like, how that fits with the whole concept of 'having it all' and whether that's even possible. Or just hang out for an hour. I'm not going to force anybody to talk."
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"Near closing time on March 25th, 1911, a fire broke out at the Triangle Waist Factory in New York City. Within 18 minutes, 146 people were dead as a result of the fire," Ghanima started off today. "Firefighters arrived at the scene, but their ladders weren’t tall enough to reach the upper floors of the 10-story building. Trapped inside because the owners had locked the fire escape exit doors, workers jumped to their deaths."

I would be a traitor to these poor burned bodies if I came here to talk good fellowship. We have tried you good people of the public and we have found you wanting.... We have tried you citizens; we are trying you now, and you have a couple of dollars for the sorrowing mothers, brothers and sisters by way of a charity gift. But every time the workers come out in the only way they know to protest against conditions which are unbearable the strong hand of the law is allowed to press down heavily upon us. )

"Yet despite all this, even today, sweatshops have not disappeared in the United States. They keep attracting workers in desperate need of employment and undocumented immigrants, who may be anxious to avoid involvement with governmental agencies. Recent studies conducted by the U.S. Department of Labor found that 67% of Los Angeles garment factories and 63% of New York garment factories violate minimum wage and overtime laws. According to a study done by Cornell University in 2011, ninety-eight percent of Los Angeles garment factories have workplace health and safety problems serious enough to lead to severe injuries or death. For all the steps taken towards an egalitarian feminism to empower all women, immigrants still do not see many of the benefits that their predecessors have worked so hard for."
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"Thank you, Miss Kennish, for stepping in while I was indisposed last week," Ghanima said as the class got settled.

"Today we're going to talk about what's known as Black Feminism."

All women suffer oppression, even white women, particularly poor white women, and especially Indian, Mexican, Puerto Rican, Oriental and Black American women whose oppression is tripled by any of the above-mentioned. But we do have females' oppression in common. This means that we can begin to talk to other women with this common factor and start building links with them and thereby build and transform the revolutionary force we are now beginning to amass. )

"As an organization they founded a local battered women’s shelter and worked in partnership with all community activists, women and men, gay and straight playing an active role in the reproductive rights movement. The Combahee River Collective ended their work together in 1980 and is now most widely remembered for developing the Combahee River Collective Statement, a key document in the history of contemporary black feminism and the development of the concepts of identity."

[OOC: OCD up]
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"Hi," Bay said when the class gathered. "So Ms. Atreides is ... I guess she's sick or something? So we're having a movie day. It's about Georgia O'Keeffe -- she's the one who painted all those flowers that look sort of like vaginas -- and her husband Alfred Stieglitz."

With that, she pressed play on the DVD and took her seat. That seemed about the right level of effort for a Monday.
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Everything was set up for another movie day today since LJ is a butt about letting people post. Ugh.

"Miss Representation is the award-winning documentary film that exposes how mainstream media contributes to the underrepresentation of women in positions of power and influence in America. The film challenges the media’s limited and often disparaging portrayals of women and girls, which make it difficult for women to achieve leadership positions and for the average woman or girl to feel powerful herself," Ghanima said as people arrived. "The partner organization, MissRepresentation.org, is a non-profit social action campaign and media organization established to shift people’s consciousness, inspire individual and community action, and ultimately transform culture so everyone, regardless of gender, age or circumstance can fulfill their potential."

"Today, we are watching the TED talk of Jennifer Siebel Newsom. Newsom is a filmmaker, actress, spokesperson and advocate. She wrote, directed and produced the documentary film Miss Representation, which debuted at the 2011 Sundance Film Festival and made its national broadcast premiere on OWN: The Oprah Winfrey Network, and she is the Founder and CEO of MissRepresentation.org. Newsom graduated with honors from Stanford University and Stanford Graduate School of Business. She worked in Africa, Latin America, and Europe on assignments with Conservation International, a global environmental organization, where her primary focus was providing micro-enterprise opportunities to women."

"So get comfortable, and be prepared to become uncomfortable."

[OOC: OCD UP.]
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"We talked a bit earlier about Title IX, but women had a long history in sport before that," Ghanima said once everyone had arrived. "The All-American Girls Professional Baseball League became the first professional baseball league for female players in 1943."

There's no crying in baseball! )

"The All-American Girls Professional Baseball League gave over 600 women athletes the opportunity to play professional baseball and to play it at a level never before attained. The League operated from 1943 to 1954 and represents one of the most unique aspects of our nation's baseball history," Ghanima said, "--and today we're going to watch a movie about it."


[OOC: OCD UP. MOVIE DAAAAAAAAY.]
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"For those of us whom have always had reproductive control over our bodies, the alternative is often unimaginable," Ghanima began, once everyone had arrived for the day. "However, even as recently as within the last hundred years, this has not been the case in the United States."

Ghanima had a unique view on time, it was true, but in the Imperium it wasn't uncommon for members of the Great Houses - and others with access to the spice melange - to live a hundred and fifty years or more.

No woman can call herself free who does not own and control her body. No woman can call herself free until she can choose consciously whether she will or will not be a mother. )

"This 1936 contraception court victory was the culmination of Sanger's birth control efforts, and she took the opportunity, now in her late 50s, to move to Tucson, Arizona, intending to play a less critical role in the birth control movement. In spite of her original intentions, she remained active in the movement through the 1950s."

[OOC: OCD up, today's topic is Margaret Sanger.]
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"Today we're going to start to cover the topic I'm sure most of you have been waiting for," Ghanima said, once all the students had arrived for the day. "The women's suffrage movement, specifically in the United States."

"Women's suffrage in the United States was achieved gradually, at state and local levels, during the late 19th century and early 20th century, culminating in 1920 with the passage of the Nineteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution, which provided: 'The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex.'"

"It was not, however, all marches and speeches."

We women of America tell you that America is not a democracy. Twenty million women are denied the right to vote. )

"The 1918 election left Congress with mostly pro-suffrage members. The House reaffirmed its vote and on June 4, 1919, the Senate passed the amendment by one vote. On August 26, 1920, the last state to ratify it was Tennessee. Women voted for the first time in the 1920 presidential election -- including Florence Harding, the next First Lady. The fight took 72 years -- spanning two centuries, 18 presidencies, and three wars."

[OOC: OCD up. Cut for mentions of torture, hunger strikes, and general 'shut up already, Ahddie']
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"We're going to jump a bit forward in time today," Ghanima said once everyone had arrived. "Title Nine is a portion of the Education Amendments of 1972, Public Law No. 92‑318, 86 Stat. 235, 23 June 1972, codified at 20 U.S.C. sections 1681 through 1688, U.S. legislation also identified its principal author's name as the Patsy Mink Equal Opportunity in Education Act. It states, in part, that 'No person in the United States shall, on the basis of sex, be excluded from participation in, be denied the benefits of, or be subjected to discrimination under any education program or activity receiving federal financial assistance.'"

'The power of the human will to compete and the drive to excel beyond the body's normal capabilities is most beautifully demonstrated in the arena of sport.' — Aimee Mullins )

"The legislation covers all educational activities, and complaints under Title IX alleging sex discrimination in fields such as science or math education, or in other aspects of academic life such as access to health care and dormitory facilities, are not unheard of. It also applies to non-sport activities such as school band and clubs; however, social fraternities and sororities, sex-specific youth clubs such as Girl Scouts and Boy Scouts, and Girls State and Boys State are specifically exempt from Title IX requirements."

[OOC: OCD is in the house! Sorry for the delay, it's ALA Awards Day. Please forgive any Twitter Spam that may happen today.]
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Instead of the circle of desks today, Ghanima had a television at the front of the room and her usual pile of pillows and blankets available for students. A pot of hot tea was on her desk, with cups for anyone who wanted a drink, and apple tarts were piled on a plate for sharing.

"Today is Inauguration Day in America, when President Obama will be sworn in for his second term," Ghanima stated cheerfully. "It’s also, as chance would have it, Martin Luther King Jr. Day. So it’s a good time to get to know Myrlie Evers-Williams, a civil rights leader, former chairperson of the NAACP, and—as of today—the first woman to deliver a prayer at a presidential inauguration."

"Evers-Williams is the widow of civil rights leader Medgar Evers; together, the pair of them were instrumental in the civil rights movement during the ’50s and ’60s, organizing voter registration drives and demonstrations and working toward the desegregation of schools. Evers was shot to death by a white supremacist in 1963; though two all-white juries failed at the time to convict his killer, Evers-Williams worked for three decades to bring him to justice, and in 1994 Evers’ killer was arrested and convicted."

"After the death of her first husband, Evers-Williams continued to fight for the cause of civil rights, running for Congress and remaining active in the NAACP, of which she was elected chairperson in 1995."

"We're going to watch an interview that Ms. Evers-Williams did with MSNBC’s Al Sharpton about being chosen to deliver the invocation. Anyone whom would like to return to the classroom to watch the Inauguration later is more than welcome to do so."

[OOC: Class up. Apologies to the Mary Sue for stealing their post.]
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When students came in today, the desks were still in a circle, and Ghanima had written on the blackboard:

In every human Beast, God has implanted a Principle, which we call Love of Freedom; it is impatient of Oppression, and pants for Deliverance.

"If you follow American news," Ghanima began once everyone had arrived, "--lately all you'll hear about is 'the intent of the Founding Fathers' on almost every topic; from guns to the right to marry."

"No one ever asks about the intent of the 'Founding Ladies' who played a role in the Revolution."

Remember all Men would be tyrants if they could. )

"Despite Abigail Adams’s famous plea to "remember the ladies," many of the contributions of Revolutionary War era women have been forgotten, and the opinions of women relegated to unimportance by special interests, corporations, and political parties." Ghanima said, turning her attention back to the class. "But you've all listened to me talk, so now I want to hear from you. Were these women the first American feminists, or simply patriots? Or both? Can you be a feminist if you don't explicitly state that you're fighting for women's rights - or equal rights - as well as national sovereignty when you're busy loading artillery shells? Can we assign feminist aspirations to women, merely because they broke from patriarchal tradition during a revolution?"

[OOC: Please hold for the OCD. Tag away!]
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Ghanima was seated at the front of the room, on the edge of her desk as the students arrived. Desks had been pushed into a circle for now, instead of rows, although she had debated getting rid of them altogether.

"Good morning," she said, once everyone had claimed a spot. "I am Lady Ghanima Atreides, and this is the History of American Feminism."

"I feel it only fair to tell you now that I approach this subject as a historian with an academic interest, and not as a resident of this country; being from several thousand years in the future, Imperial society is a place where - outwardly - the only value of a woman is in her marriageability. However, the female gender has been running everything for centuries behind the scenes. It's an interesting paradox."

"Unfortunately, humans-in-power have a history of not exactly being willing to share their authority with other groups," she continued wryly. "For the purposes of this class, however, we're going to focus on the American feminist movement, its ups and downs, and the continued fight for all American women for true equality."

"Contrary to popular belief, there has never been a single united feminism, even when speaking of the American feminist movement. There have been multiple feminisms representing the efforts of women to live into their full humanity in a world shaped by and for the male half of the human species."

"That does not mean this class is about male-bashing. There is a difference, and I will not tolerate hate, in any form, in this room."

"Now I'd like to hear who you are and why you're here, and what about the topic interests you."
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It was finally time for the final exam!

Oh Mickey, you're so fine-

But Deadpool was finding it hard to focus on that.

You're so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey-

He clapped twice.

Hey Mickey!

Oh, this was just evil.

But of course he just went with it.

"You've been around all night and that's a little long
You think you've got the right but I think you've got it wrong
Why can't we say goodnight? So you can take me home, Mickey!"

Complete with a small dance. Oh yes, Deadpool was just that fly. Jiggy. Hip. Whatever the kids were using these days.

He cleared his throat and started to hand out sheets of paper. "Anywho! Here's your final! I hope you all studied for it." Oh, and he was still humming the song.

[[OOC: Please wait for the OCD is up!]]
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Following suit with all the other classes this week, Deadpool didn't have anything save for studying set up.

"Morning kiddos! Next week is your final. And no, I won't be telling you what's on it or even what it'll be about! I leave it up to you kids to decide what the most important parts of class have been!" A beat. "A hint? Stripper pole."

Oh yeah, he loved that class.

"Today, I want you all to study. Or goof off and gossip, whatever you kids do these days."
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Today there was snow.

SNOW.

This threw any lesson plans right out the window in Deadpool's book. Because, come on. SNOW.

"Morning kiddies!" Deadpool greeted the class as they arrived. And yes, he was wearing mittens and some bizarre hat too. "Today I was going to tell you about female ninjas as it is apparently Day of the Ninja here in the states. Yes, this came as a surprise to me as well. But then I discovered that female ninjas are nearly exactly the same as male ninjas."

He paused. "Only with boobs and no gentlemanly bits."

Very informative, right?

"So, instead we'll be celebrating snow! And Sinterklaas! Which is like a poor man's Dutch Christmas!" He punctuated the word 'Dutch' by throwing marzipan candies at the students. "Happy Sinterklaas! Go play in the snow!"
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Guess what was back in class today.

Go on. Guess

Nope. Totally off base.

What? No! Stop thinking naughty things!

It's Maude you sick twisted person.

(A donkey, seriously? You all need help.)

Deadpool grinned and bounced a little. "Hello my little chickadees! Today we're talking about the wonder of Bea Arthur. The goddess among women, the light of my life." He popped in another little clip. "Also a goddess? Betty White. That foul mouthed little minx keeps trying to steal my heart away from Bea. Naughty girl."

Sometimes, like now, it was best to not try and figure out if he was being serious.

"Discuss her greatness amongst yourselves and yes, yes this will all be on the final. And so help me god, I will fail everyone who gets information about Bea wrong. Fail them with extreme prejudice."

[[Please wait for the OCD is up]]
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There was no teacher today, Something, for some of the students, that was a very good thing.

Instead, there was just a small note on the board and a pile of ugly dresses.

Gone to prevent the apocalypse via a Thanksgiving party gone terribly awry. If half the island blows up, you'll know the deep frying experiment failed horribly. Feel free to try on the pilgrim dresses supplied! No Indian costumes because that's just insensitive and-


On the other side...

-how dare you support such racist attitudes! For shame, kids, for SHAME.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
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There was something going down and Deadpool was starting to get a wee bit worried.

So many sickies!

"Okay kids, today we're learning about Florence Nightingale." He nodded, looking at what was left of his class. "Nurse, Bea Arthur prototype, and I think she had syphilis. But that could just be me..."

He shook his head, waving dismissively. "Never mind! She set the standard for nursing and patient care way back in the Crimean war. Why they would need standards in the war on crime, I'll never know. But it's the way it is."

Frowning again, Deadpool looked at the class. "So, yeah. Take her example and if you're not sick, help out. And if you are sick... What the hell are you doing here?! Get your sniffly ass down to the town hall hospital dealie! Don't make me bodyslide you there!"
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Today Deadpool was trying something new. Today Deadpool was going to empower the girls in the class.

Today... Deadpool was having them watch a movie.

Because the lesson plan for today had various bits of brain matter on it from a very unpleasant weekend. Eew.

"Goooood morning kids! Today you're all going to learn about women in bars. In skimpy outfits. Dancing on the bar. And then spraying each other with water." He grinned happily. "Oh, blatant fanservice disguised as woman empowering, Hollywood what will you bring us next?"

He popped in the movie, pushing play. "So, sit back and enjoy Canine Fugly!"

[[OOC: Please wait for the OCD is up!]]
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When students entered the room today, they'd notice that he wasn't in his normal costume. No, today was Halloween and therefore meant a change!

A sexy change.

"Gooood morning kids! First and foremost, Happy Halloween!" He tossed a handful of candy at the kids. Because candy and Halloween went together like peas and carrots. "Today, we'll be talking about how Halloween is the one night of the year when women can dress like complete sluts and not get any criticism for it-"

There was a very sudden and very bright flash of light that momentarily lit up the area. In its place, it left a very tall man in a leather jacket with his left hand stuffed conspicuously down his pocket. "Wade, it's not that I'm complaining, but--" And then he stopped. Whatever he was going to say was lost forever. Instead, he closed his mouth briefly, then asked, vaguely baffled, "...Does my sister know you still have her uniform?"

Deadpool shuffled from one foot to the other. "It was a wedding present from Emma! Also? My legs look FABULOUS."

"Emma gave you Rachel's uniform?" Another pause as Cable struggled and then succeeded at regaining his poise. "...Never mind. I won't ask."

"Between you and me," Deadpool glanced around to make sure no one else was listening. But didn't lower his voice. At all. In fact, he may have raised it so the students could hear. "I think she has a thing for me."

"She doesn't." Was there ever a more iron certainty than that? Not as far as Cable's tone of voice suggested. He fought the urge to cross his arms. "I'd ask you to return it, but somehow I don't think Rachel would appreciate it."

Deadpool paused, cocking his head to the side. "Isn't she in space with that alien Wolverine?"

"He's not Wolverine." Cable barely paused himself before continuing, "I take it I can't convince you to burn that."

"I love this costume!" Deadpool replied with a gasp of horror.

Cable was the picture of not facepalming. "Of course." He opened his mouth to say something again, closed it, refrained from opening or closing it again, shot Deadpool a look of pure resignation, turned around, and walked out of the classroom.

Deadpool waved cheerfully as he left. And turned back to the kiddies.

"Well, that was an excellent example of costumes being okay for this one magical day of the year, don't you think?"


[[Played with the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] spring_lost, who enables my crack addiction. Please wait for the OCD is up!]]
[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com
Deadpool was positively bouncy when the students came into class today. It was an evil sort of bouncy, really.

Those poor, poor kids.

"I hope you all had a wonderful week off and weekend of awkwardness! And not just because I had no visitors of note and enjoyed your pain aaaaall weekend long." He grinned happily. "Really."

"But today? Today you kids all get to have a fun, fun test! Isn't that just exciting?" For him. He totally meant to ask if it was exciting for him. He was an evil mercenary. An evil, evil mercenary.

"Well... good night, and good luck."


[[ooc: Please wait for the OCD is up!]]
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Starting class today Deadpool might be a wee bit jumpy.

Just a wee bit.

Ignore the glances toward the door.

"Since next week is your break and I really doubt you all want to do anything educational, today we'll be watching a movie. So just sit back and let a husky Demi Moore voice other than my own soothe you for today." He popped in the video. "So sit back and enjoy G.I. Jane Navy Seal Susie!"

Once the movie was over, Deadpool made an announcement. "I know you won't be studying, but there will be a midterm when you get baaaa~aack. Just think very hard about what we've already studied and you should do fine." A beat. "Especially anything having to do with pole dancing!"

[[ooc: Please wait for the OCD is up!]]
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Deadpool sat perched on his desk when the students arrived. And for some unknown reason, was beginning to feel like Wolverine when it came to other classes.

Hey, maybe they'd ask him to join the teacher version of the Avengers next! He'd say no, of course, being on that team means you automatically have to die the next time Wanda Maximoff goes nutso. No thanks on that.

"Morning kiddies!" Yes he was still in a good mood. It's surprising how much smackin' someone around can improve that. "Today we're doing something a liiiiiittle bit different. We've had a few classes now, and I've shown you pretty good examples of feminism in the past and present-" (Especially the pole dancing) "-now it's your turn. I want you to break into groups of an indeterminate number to come up with what you all think a good role model for the young women out there should be. Is it Tyra Banks? Wendy the Werewolf Stalker? Those adorable Olsen twins before they went to rehab and had eating disorders? It's aaaaalllll up to you kids to tell me."


[[Please wait for the OCD is up!]]
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Upon entering the classroom today, the students would find their regular teacher slumped over his desk. He might be hitting his head on the desk on occasion.

(If any of the kids ask, it was my evil sexy twin.)

Which they'd totally buy. And it not...

(Or change the subject to how much I love pie.)

There we go!

"Change of plans today kids. We'll be learning about an application of modern feminism today. One I know nuns fully support!" He stood, pulling down the projector screen and fiddled with the remote for a bit before getting a short movie to play for the class.

After it was over he grinned brightly at them. "And now we'll try practicing this as well!"

Where exactly he found the pole was anyone's guess. How exactly it hadn't been noticed before this... Call it a plot hole. He sure did.

"So! Who's first?"

[[ooc: Please wait for the OCD is Up!]
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I totally posted this in the right comm. Honest.

Class will be there. With the townies, it seems.
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Not tired in the least from radio and then having to sleep on the couch and then bickering with Nate all night and then not getting any coffee...

Okay so he was a wee bit tired, so sue him.

Anyway!

Deadpool cleared his throat, grinning at his class cheerfully. Cut for teal deer... )


[[ooc: Co-written with the ever wonderful [livejournal.com profile] spring_lost, please wait for the OCD is up!]]
[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com
As the students filed into the classroom, a certain song played on repeat until everyone was there. And then for a little while longer because it amused Deadpool so very much.

"Oh Bea, is there anything you can't do?" He sighed dreamily, gazing off at a spot that very well might be a thought bubble with her image in it, but that's neither here nor there.

"Gooooood morning kiddies! And welcome to Modern Feminism! I hope you're all here to learn about the women who made our lives so much easier. Your lives. The womenfolk. As I am of the Y chromosome persuasion." Deadpool coughed awkwardly, vaguely wondering if having a husband made him teaching this class okay with the womenfolk.

Okay, so he just liked the phrase womenfolk.

(Womenfolk. Heh.)

"Today, being the first day, is, as always, a blow off. Because if I didn't make it so, I'd have to egg my own house," He told them seriously. "So let's get started on the condescending intro activities and introduce ourselves! Tell everyone your name, why you're here, why Bea Arthur is a goddess among women, and what your strong womyn-- that's with a y, by the way-- name is."

Class Roster )

[[Please wait for the OCD is up, have at it!]]

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