Not too long ago, I couldn’t understand why a woman would not identify as a feminist. I knew the term came with a lot of baggage, but I was willing to defend it. I was determined to take the movement back from the misandrists and the perpetual victims.
I still believe that institutional gender biases exist. I still think that women are wonderful, complex, and varied human beings that deserve respect and self-determination.
But I don’t want to take the movement back anymore.
This was the straw that broke the camel’s back:
Let that sink in for a moment:
While people around Zeynep Tufecki were being tear gassed and beaten, she decided to dedicate 1500 fucking words to the real injustice happening here—her Patriarchal Mandroid Cockphone was too big for her dainty lady hands. The article also gained traction on Jezebel.
This is the egregious offense being held up as evidence of a male-dominated society that conspires to keep women down.
Tufecki doesn’t speak for all feminists. But then again, who does? If you’re about to tell me that the author of this embarrassingly self-absorbed article isn’t representing feminism, well, who elected you queen?
These are not real problems. And in the face of real problems, the feminist movement always prefers to take on the role of the victim.
Feminism is supposed to be about gender equality. So why is it that the loudest voices in the movement are more interested in listing petty non-issues that feed their victim complexes:
or childish directionless rage:
or chronic hypersensitivity paired with such a crippling inability to defend your beliefs that you become in favor of government-ordered censorship:
or disgusting hypocrisy:
Most rational people will disagree with this shit, but if you are a feminist, unfortunately these people speak for you whether you want them to or not. This kind of rhetoric has long since gone mainstream.
When I say that I am not a feminist, other feminists will condescend, question my intelligence, and accuse me of self-loathing. Some, like in my example above, will declare me a criminal.
I have been told that if I am pro-equality, I am a feminist whether I want the label or not. I have been told that my personal choices and private habits are invalid and weak-minded. I have been told that consensual sex with a male partner is rape, no matter if I enjoyed or wanted it.
I became a feminist because I believe in individual agency and treating all people with basic dignity. I quit because I care more about those things than I will ever care about making men feel bad for existing.
Fuck your little club. Buy a different phone next time, dumbass.
You bring up some really decent points but at the same fucking time, this article is a huge fucking insult to all the actual decent work that is being done in the name of feminism. You can spend your time nitpicking all the shitty pointless articles and dialogues that exist in any space or movement or you can shrug them off and chose to pay attention to the things that fucking matter. And how the fuck does it help feminism if you take a huge shit on it flip it off and then fucking leave. If you see something you don’t like then fucking address it, talk about it, which is what 2 thirds of this post did until the very end. I don’t understand why everything has to be so fucking black and white with people, feminism is about trying to prove that all people are equal, you know what else all people are? Stupid. Not fucking perfect. Feminism is a mixture of people who are brilliant, passionate, stupid, vapid and downright detrimental to the cause. There are feminist who argue against pro-choice, or birth control, there are feminists who are pro fucking rape, why they fuck aren’t you throwing your hands up at them? If anything I can accuse you of the same time-wasting mindless-ness you’re so tired of. This post is directionless, your argument is valid but loses steam with your choice to abandon the entire cause etc etc. Whatever , its your fucking choice, feminism doesn’t owe you shit, but I’m sure as hell that you have benefitted from it, and in the name of that little good its done for you, you stick with it, you find your own little space in it and do whatever the fuck you want, if you’re dumb people will ignore you move on, or not, but your shit isn’t the only thing going down. Peace.