PARIS – Modern French feminists are having their breast implants removed and are burning them!

French feminists recommended that tens of thousands of women in France have their breast implants removed.  Why?  Two reasons 1) they represent females being submissive to male proclivities  and 2) a silicone gel used by a French firm may be dangerous to their health.

Ergo, burn your implants!

An estimated 30,000 women in France have had breast implants and an estimated 70% are willing to have them removed and… burned.

A now-defunct company Poly Implant Prothese SA (PIP), which produced about 100,000 implants a year before its product was ordered off the market in early 2010, provided most of the French implants.

In a statement Friday, Angelina Tremaine, a leading feminist in Paris, told reporters that the use of breast implants by women to please men has reached epidemic proportions.  ”Yes, some women want breasts implants because they want to feel better about themselves, but most women get them in order to attract male attention.  That is unacceptable in 2012.  We are recommending that all French women united breast implant removal.”

Ms. Tremaine that pulled out her own extracted breast implants and burned them for reporters.

In solidarity, women in the area, burned their bras as well.

Feminism is alive and well.

The French government is expected to hold a news conference this week to announce whether it will pay for the removal of breast implants. The authorities are likely to say they will cover the costs, but will only pay for a new implant if the treatment was done as part of reconstructive surgery following breast cancer.  This does not please the women in France.

“The government should pay if a woman wants her breast implants removed.  It is the duty of our government,” said Tremaine.

At least 250 women with breast implants have already scheduled breast implant removals for the first week of January.   Here’s one their doctors:

And here’s one of his patients:

Will this  catch on in the United States?   Will American women remove their breast implants?

Men have officially apologized to women – for everything.  And they put it on video.

A group of men have put together a video apologizing to women and hoping that men and women can “make miracles” together.

The list of items that Men apologize for – in the video – include (but not limited to):

1)  BEING COLD-HEARTED BASTARDS

2) NOT LISTENING

I'm sorry

3) NOT BEING IN TOUCH WITH THEIR FEMININE SIDE

4) CAUSING WARS

I'm Sorry

5) NOT DOING THE DISHES

6) RAPE

7) NOT TAKING OUT THE GARBAGE

8) SEA LIONS

I'm Sorry

9) PROSTITUTION

10) WATCHING ESPN

9) ALL RELIGIONS

10)  USING THEIR MUSCLES

11)   BEING UNCONSCIOUS SLOBS

12)  FOR BEING BORN MEN

The video was written and produced by Gay Hendricks, Arjuna Ardagh and a group of “Conscious Men” from around the world offer apologies to women for thousands of years of imbalance between masculine and feminine energy, as well as vision of a new era of co-creation.

This was the general reaction from women to the video:

Check it out.  What do you think?

WATCH THE VIDEO IS HERE.

…and not delivering them! I’m madder than a surgeon with a rusty scalpel – I went to the doctor’s office the other day and found the old sawbones I’ve been going to for 40 years had hung up his stethoscope – and his replacement was a woman.

This whole idea of women taking men’s jobs is something that has been getting my goat ever since the women’s lib wackos cooked it up back in the 1970s. I say there are some jobs women just weren’t meant to have. I’ve never seen a female football player who could knock over a man. I’ve never seen a female stand-up comic who was funny. And I’ve never seen a gal yet who could pilot a 747.

Let’s face it, women are more qualified to serve coffee or tea on a plane than they are to sit in the cockpit. Would you put your life in the hands of a lady pilot who’s got to pull over every five minutes and ask for directions, and check the rear-view mirror while she puts on her make-up?

And those lady comics – give me a break! All they ever talk about is their feminine health problems. The day you see Ed Anger laughing at a PMS joke is the day I shave my legs and start wearing a garter belt, by jiminey!

Years ago, women used to know their place. They let men handle the important jobs like driving cars, building things, and surgery. They knew there were some jobs they shouldn’t even bother applying for.

Look at my loving wife, Thelma Jean – you never saw her putting on a construction worker’s helmet or driving a truck. She’s always been happy making my dinner, doing my laundry and keeping my house clean. That should be all any woman needs to have a full and satisfying life.

These modern gals have to stick their feminist noses in places they don’t belong – like in a doctor’s office. To make matters worse, the lady doc whose office I wound up in had a male receptionist. And even though this male-secretary was all smiles, I could tell he was plenty upset to be doing a job that was more suited for someone wearing a skirt.

I’m sure that office would’ve been much happier if the man was doing the doctoring and the woman was answering the phones. I guess it makes a kind of sense to have special women doctors for female problems, but there’s no reason on Earth why a man should have to go see a woman doctor.

I figure I’ve made it through 72 years of perfect health without a woman doctor and I plan on making it 20 or 30 more years the same way.

I’ll have to admit this gal tricked me at first because I figured she was just the nurse. But then she had the gall to ask me to take off my shirt. Whoa, Nellie! Ed Anger doesn’t undress in front of any woman, except my wife, and even that’s done in the dark.

This Medicine Gal pulled out a bunch of her medical doohickeys, and I could see she was getting ready to poke me in a way that no woman ever has – or ever will.

Needless to say, I was out of there in a flash – and on my way out the door I told the male-secretary that he could cancel all the appointments the Anger family has with this lady sawbones.

Now I’m gonna go out and find me a new family physician . . . and you can bet your bottom dollar it’ll be a fella!