God, I remember this garbage in the 90s. Squat over a small hand mirror and chant to the Goddess, and your problems will be over. What problems? Being paid less? Eligible men being selfish, near-violent shits whose capacity to actually give a shit about the human being they wanted to bone was nonexistent? Being screamed at by a woman-hating boss until his forehead veins popped out and his face turned red while all the other techbros in the room stared down at their shoes? Having my first-choice career ripped up before my eyes by a bunch of techbros who didn’t want girl cooties on their department and professors who thought the whole thing was funny? Exactly what part of that can be cured by spending $19.95 plus tax on a plastic cylinder with a C-cell battery up the end? (Funny how all their proposed solutions to woman-hating can be cured by women charging things to our credit cards, innit?)
Obsessing over our cunts is not going to solve those problems. You know why? Because our cunts are fine. The problem isn’t up there. The problem is literally everywhere BUT there.
Even now, it angers me. I was stomped, persecuted, slapped, pushed, shoved, ignored, talked over, had my ideas stolen and celebrated when men offered them “¦ and the new feminist response was solely, “Du-huh, do you know where your c******s is?” Unbelievable. I mean, it’s not that that information doesn’t have its place, but that was ALL that feminism became. They turned themselves into knots to convince themselves that all the problems confronting women could be solved without confronting men or having “boys” conclude that they aren’t “cute.”
There is no taking power without two things happening that they seem utterly unwilling to accept:
1. You will piss off quite a few men, some with cute butts and nice hair. 2. If women gain power and equality, this will include women you don’t like.
God, I remember this garbage in the 90s. Squat over a small hand mirror and chant to the Goddess, and your problems will be over. What problems? Being paid less? Eligible men being selfish, near-violent shits whose capacity to actually give a shit about the human being they wanted to bone was nonexistent? Being screamed at by a woman-hating boss until his forehead veins popped out and his face turned red while all the other techbros in the room stared down at their shoes? Having my first-choice career ripped up before my eyes by a bunch of techbros who didn’t want girl cooties on their department and professors who thought the whole thing was funny? Exactly what part of that can be cured by spending $19.95 plus tax on a plastic cylinder with a C-cell battery up the end? (Funny how all their proposed solutions to woman-hating can be cured by women charging things to our credit cards, innit?)
Obsessing over our cunts is not going to solve those problems. You know why? Because our cunts are fine. The problem isn’t up there. The problem is literally everywhere BUT there.
Even now, it angers me. I was stomped, persecuted, slapped, pushed, shoved, ignored, talked over, had my ideas stolen and celebrated when men offered them “¦ and the new feminist response was solely, “Du-huh, do you know where your c******s is?” Unbelievable. I mean, it’s not that that information doesn’t have its place, but that was ALL that feminism became. They turned themselves into knots to convince themselves that all the problems confronting women could be solved without confronting men or having “boys” conclude that they aren’t “cute.”
There is no taking power without two things happening that they seem utterly unwilling to accept:
1. You will piss off quite a few men, some with cute butts and nice hair.
2. If women gain power and equality, this will include women you don’t like.