Tough times are tough, and they’ll just have to run their course. God-damnit, but if these stout and stalwart revolutionary victims of oppressive whatevers seek to dismantle everything, then they should be made to feel the consequences of dismantling everything. From where I sit, I can not help but see loads of headless chickens running around, eating seeds tossed on the grounds by their owners, like crumbs of information fed them – to eat and devour it and believe it, or to perish. Yes, yes – I am well aware that one should be one hell of a talented chicken if one is to eat seeds without any head, but, hey – a lot of people without brains sure do a lot of talking… so why the hell not?
See, I try to the best of my abilities to be a bit less divisive, a bit less mean and nasty in my ramblings, but it sure as hell ain’t easy. Particularly not when the world is such as the world is. (Not to mention insomnia and chronic pain rendering me a bit more grumpy than usual.) People refuse to think for themselves. Such as it is, was, always will be. The prevailing narrative is the prevailing narrative, and nuance as well as views to the contrary be damned. The prevailing narrative is that of the eternally victimized-by-every-damned-thing woman who is, despite being victimized by the slightest breeze, also supremely strong, capable and independent.
Now, it must be stated that no-one lives in a vacuum. Everyone and their mums are influenced by the world around them in one way or another. There is no doubt about that. We take in what we take in, are convinced or not convinced based on much the same. Yet – when the news are so obviously slanted, when the information presented by what is supposed to be neutral and objective journalistic sources are anything but neutral and objective, the ability to think for oneself becomes even more important, the ability to question authority even more of a pressing matter.
At the very least one should be able to question certain things – certain widely held beliefs – without being labelled a whatever-ist and so dismissed with accusations of abusing ones partner or not getting laid or being ever so much a racist scumfuck with allegiances to the third reich and nonsense like that.
Alas: questioning the dominant narrative is not as simple as questioning the dominant narrative. In a time and in a place in which a male politician in a political fucking debate with a female politician there to fucking debate political issues in a political fucking debate can get accused of mansplaining and summarily dismissed for simply debating a female politician supposedly there to debate, things are severely messed up.
Particularly so when the ones accusing him of mansplaining are god-damned motherfucking news outlets of a supposedly professional variety. The veneer of professionalism is slowly sliding away, to reveal the greasy film beneath. Any semblance of objectivity and good journalistic ethics burnt to the ground. Name-calling is quite alright, and it never ceases to amaze me how OK the feminist hordes are with certain derogatory gendered terms, when they constantly attempt to make terms gender-neutral for reasons of gendered language being non-inclusive and ever-so oppressive to women. And I’m sitting here thinking; if calling a fireman a fireman makes it so that women don’t dare apply to such a profession, would not “mansplaining” then make it so that men dare not explain something, following their own logic? But, ya know, that’s not how it works. Mansplaining, manspreading, manterrupting, manslamming, etcetera, are all quite alright. But don’t you dare name a manhole a manhole, you oppressive patriarch, you.
So it has come to this: women, even when they take part in a political debate, must not be debated. Particularly not by men. If a man debates a woman, he is mansplaining. No matter the reason for the debate. No matter that the point of it all is to have a damned debate. A man must always agree with a woman. Such is the way of it. Anything else is just plain old patriarchal oppression. Of course.
Women are apparently absolutely incapable of doing their jobs if that job just so happens to be a politician. Does not seem particularly strong and powerful and independent to me, but that don’t matter. Playing the victim-card is far better than debating and winning on merit. That, you see, would open the possibility for loss. And that can not under any circumstances be allowed to happen.
I swear upon all that I hold near and dear: I trust politicians even less than I trust actors. And actors are paid to lie and to play-pretend, for fuck sake.
Alas: women can not handle people disagreeing. Or so it appears.
How dare you, sir, debate a woman? Do you not know how frail and fragile she is? How dare you, how very dare you, you horrible mansplaining malicious monstrous manterrupter you!
It is absolutely astonishing that this is considered acceptable. That this is celebrated. That this sort of trite trash, this sort of underhanded tactic, this sort of absolutely gobsmacking nonsense is given the time of day.
My wife, some time back, read an article… a review of some book written by a ferocious feminist. The author of the article wrote, and I am quoting verbatim (though translated from Norwegian): “Sometimes, it just feels so good to have someone tell you what to think”.
Oh boy. Oh man. Oh wow.
That just says it all, does it not?
It is one thing to have ones opinions swayed by arguments. It is one thing to be convinced of something by someone. It is one thing to listen, nod ones head and understand the facts behind the arguments, to see the reason behind it. It is quite another to turn off completely, follow blindly and, well, celebrating having someone tell you what to think.
Add inevitable “wake up, sheeple”, for bonus comedic effect.
And now that that is happily out of the way, I can carry on rambling.
The main problem with these types of people… the biggest issue, besides an apparently celebrated inability to think for themselves, is that they never really consider that what they will force on other people will also be forced on them. Compelled speech, for one example… hate-speech as another. And on it goes. They consider themselves to be such morally superior human beings that they can not do wrong. Doing wrong is something other people do, not they themselves. And so these impossible rules and laws and regulations could not possibly, under any circumstances, turn around and bite them in their vicious attack-wombs or pre-emptively neutered, non-dropped testicles.
No matter what one may think of religion, a lot of the religions got one thing absolutely right: do onto others what you wish others do onto you. How you treat others will reflect how others treat you. What you put into the world comes back to you.
And so forth and so on.
If everyone around you is an arsehole, the problem most likely lies with you. If you meet one arsehole once in a while, the problem most likely lies with them. Seems perfectly reasonable and sensible to me, and yet this seems to be forgotten wisdom.
The fight for position of victim supreme in the oppression-olympics is constantly ongoing. Now, as times have moved ever forwards and the hordes have changed formation, we see white women – white feminism – being attacked by several forces within this progressive-chaotic movement of intersectional havoc and mayhem. All for them being privileged when compared to others. I must admit to a certain sense of schadenfreude. It seemed inevitable. It got to be too big, man.
Seems white feminism; white women and their interests intersected with something else on the intersection of feminism and all that other stuff which was co-opted by feminism in order to keep feminism relevant, and so collided with a mighty crash-boom-bang. Feminism co-opting all these other movements was an interesting and somewhat sudden take-over of which no-one complained. No wonder, since feminism is considered to be the true, proper, good and noble pursuit of equality… That it is a well established movement with might, power and influence everywhere probably helped as well.
Now, in the waning light of this horrid year of the lord, 2020, feminism means not only women’s rights, not merely equality between the sexes (which it never really did, despite the dictionary definition – but no matter); feminism now also include gay rights, queer rights, lesbian rights, the whole alphabet-soup rights, black rights, brown rights, green rights, Martian rights, tranny rights, gender bender rights, immigrant rights, and so forth and so on. Whichever of the poor, huddled masses you could possibly imagine. Feminism swoops in and takes it under its wing and devours it, takes it into itself, supreme moral guardian that it is.
To believe this would not eventually start eating itself would have been a ridiculous belief, like unironically believing in the flying spaghetti monster or that Epstein killed himself.
Keeping up with all the different groups at the intersection of feminism and the rest of the grievance-mongers would be impossible at the best of times. There’s just such a damned lot of grievances running around, each to be amplified more than the last… as long as it does not involve men, of course. Unless it’s minority men, which really don’t count that much… because the articles have told us, and I quote: “Straight black men are the white people of black people”. That this is actually given time and consideration is so ridiculous that it single-handedly caused my receding hairline.
Here we stand, our flaccid dicks flapping in the cold breeze of the looming nuclear winter, bloodshot eyes staring wide and wild and exhausted at the apocalyptic skies above and the ruined cities below during these tough and hard and trying times, thinking and whispering: “keeping up with it all bloody well can’t be done.”
There’s just too many god-damned rules, all of them too confusing to follow, too obnoxious and ever so self-contradictory. It’s all just so darned cuntishly cuntfusing. Not to mention that it is maybe just a wee bit frightening that a movement supposedly for women’s rights saw fit to devour all other civil rights movements or interest groups and take it into itself, just so that it remains up front and centre. Great way to implement ideological superiority as well; fantastic way to constantly keep people ideologically pure. Co-opt the movements of everything and everyone, and make it so that people who do not agree with feminism is shunned and cast out of the movement or the group there to supposedly make them feel better about themselves, to make them feel as though they belong somewhere in this strange and crooked world. Bend a knee to feminism, Mr. Faggòt, or perish.
To quote the good doctor Randomercam from his phenomenal song “Cringe is the word”: “MRA’s don’t care about gays, unlike us – we’re for women’s rights.”
That ought to sum it up.
Were I a bit cynically inclined, I would perhaps say that the whole shambles is designed to be as confusing and self-contradictory as possible. So that there is always something to either complain about, or explain it away with. It is not a monolith. None of it. Not feminism, not intersectionalism, not progressivism, nor any of the other things beneath the giant whore-hopping umbrella of intersectional feminism.
Except when it is, when is when it suits the non-monolithic hordes.
The whole progressive movement; the whole social justice thing; the whole intersectional feminist thing is an opportunistic parasite, leeching on the good will of good, honest, decent, ordinary people who just want to do good and who have neither the time nor the ability to delve deeply into the issues or the movements that create such hard-hitting schisms in our societies… movements upon movements that aim to divide and conquer, all running on the fumes of a philosophy; on the noxious fumes of a view of the world in which there does not exist any objective truth, any truly measurable reality. Unless, of course, it is their truth and their measured reality. Then truth exist, and reality is rigid, static and measurable.
Most people are not bad people. Most people are good and decent people. And when a movement – it does not matter which – presents itself superficially as being of the good, then people will support it. Particularly so when everyone else seem to be protecting and defending and following it. The bad parts of the movement are merely the outliers; the extremes. This is how it is sold. Which is why, I believe, you see feminists so ardently and so fervently defending feminism, making out that men are the reason – men and the patriarchy are the cause for mothers winning sole custody so, so, so much more than fathers, for example. Anything unequal in society is the fault of men, after all. The fact that prominent feminists and feminism in it’s many incarnations have fought tooth and nail so that mothers shall be granted custody does not matter. After all, the movement said it was about equality and men are the oppressors and the ones making it unequal, and so anything that is not equal in society must be the fault of men. Even when feminist lobbying is the cause of much of it, and still fight for more of it.
This opportunistic nonsense is also the reason, I believe, why one woman’s oppression is another woman’s liberation. Female nude modelling, for example, is both a manifestation of patriarchal and horrible sexual objectification of women and a manifestation of fantastic feminist sexual liberation of women, all at the same time. It merely depends on what point is needed to be made. It is not grounded in something concrete, it is grounded in affect and in emotion.
No matter what a woman does, feminism made it so that she can do it. No matter what truth is, all the good in the world is feminism. If a woman says that it is a feminist act, then it is a feminist act. Even when stated otherwise everywhere else. There is no contradiction, say, for a woman to state that women are over-sexualized, only for her to then go and sell her nudes on onlyfans, obviously participating in this so-called over-sexualization of women which she is ever so much against herself.
I will have a ramble on that topic sometime in the future, I believe, as I have only recently discovered that women, yet again, are victims of their own choices. This time, women are victims of selling nudes and assorted lewds on onlyfans by their own choice. How very interesting. Women have no agency, and must always and ever be protected from themselves. I tend to believe women are more capable than all that, but apparently I am a horrible misogynist for believing this.
I was once told, as a rebuttal to my anti-feminist stance, that feminism is the reason why I am not forced to work in the coal mines for twelve or more hours a day. Because of course it is. Makes perfect sense. All the guys that went on strike and stood in picket-lines, risking life and limbs, beatings and death and – of course – loss of livelihood in order that workers should get a better deal are forgotten, neglected… rendered, one could even say to much shock and surprise, disposable. Makes one think that men are the disposable sex, now doesn’t it, when feminism swoops in and takes credit for what is, in no small way, men’s doing. Men’s contributions to society does not matter. Men are to be torn down for being mean and wicked, never contributing anything good. And when they did, it is only because they denied women the right and the opportunity to do it themselves. So, you see, even when men do good it is sprung from their desire to oppress and subjugate women. But it is not about hating men, you see.
It is all feminism, all of it. It is all women who done did the good deeds in the bad far-away past times. All of it. All of them. Only them. All praise onto feminism.
Even that which is evidently not feminism is feminism. Because feminism has told us that it is, and so that must be true.
All that is good in the world is feminism – in essence, women. All that is bad in the world is patriarchy – in essence, men.
The feminist in question followed this up with telling me that I ought to be more nuanced in my view of the world. Because life is all about nuance, she said. The irony seemed lost on her. Claiming feminism to be the cause of all the good in the world seems to me to not be particularly nuanced, but I suppose that self-awareness is a tool of the patriarchy and so is to be discarded and regarded with the utmost suspicion.
It sure as hell seems to be very much religious in thought: all good in the world is God, all bad in the world is the Devil. And should you question this, it is the Devil working through you. Which is very convenient. Poor sinner that you are, the Devil made you do it. This does not seem all that different from blaming the patriarchy when women do not conform to this nonsensical idea feminism have built about the angelic and harmless nature of women, in all honesty.
So Fuck it.
Let’s go grab a beer instead. Let’s play some video games. Let’s read a book. Let’s listen to some music, watch a movie, take it easy. Let the whole thing run its course and then see what happens. Such a magnificent beast as these strange and chaotic times are, it will eventually end up hurting itself. And we can all help it along by doing absolutely nothing.
Except, apparently, bitching and moaning impotently about it on the internet. Such as I do. Hell – it is a magnificent source of catharsis; a brilliant way to unleash my ID upon the world. Or at the very least upon this sad and lonely corner of the internet in which I reside, horrible white straight cis male oppressor that I am.
It is a strange thing, I must admit, to advocate checking out and doing nothing as well as advocating advocacy and action. Sometimes, I suppose, inaction is a course of action. And action may very well be inaction. Or both action and inaction can tag along, holding hands and tip-toe through the tulips together.
Without pointing any moralising fingers upon the personality of the man, Gandhi was onto something. Non-violent resistance is action. Not doing anything is action. Not trying to succeed may well lead one on the path towards success. Or have I perhaps been a bit too influenced by eastern thought lately? No matter.
If you will allow, I will attempt to hang my mean and naughty side upon a coat-hanger for the next and – I promise – final part of this rambling diatribe.
I know I said this would be the last one in this particular series of ramblings. I lied. Please forgive me this trespass upon honesty and decency, and join me next time for that grand finale.
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- Moiret Allegiere, 21.10.2020
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