Alight, this started with my cousin getting the word “FEMINIST” emblazoned on her forearm – well it actually began much earlier than that.
When I first attended college in the communist state of California I was excited and fresh, wanting to make a difference in the world. I wanted to
stand for something. I wanted to help people. Causes. Animals. Trees. ANYTHING! I was an ADULT after-all! And they had a freshman orientation week
where clubs and organizations met in the main courtyard of campus. There was a NOW table set up and I eagerly went over because, hey I’m a woman.
And women getting to do things to help other women is cool. Right? So I went there and was talking to these women who treated me like their own. I was
instantly accepted and folded into this special club… until they asked me what I wanted to do after college. I wanted to be a nurse. That wasn't
good enough for them – I could be a DOCTOR. Except I didn't want to be a doctor.
I knew enough from experience that doctors make a lot, sure, but that was more education I wasn't willing to devote myself too at the time. Further
doctors don’t spend time with their patients anymore. No care. No assistance. Just a diagnosis then a jaunt to the next room. This was still not
good enough for them. Despite the ‘you can be whatever you want to be’ flier right on their table. Not being good enough they asked what else
I’d like to do. I could have said “I want to become a man just so I could stalk feminists before brutally ripping their faces off” and gotten a
better result than my awkward answer: A housewife.
Brimstone and hell-fire shot forth from all facial orifices and took aim at me like a sentient double barreled CME. I stood frozen, unprepared, much
like a dog making friends with a skunk for the first time. The unmistakable stench of sarcasm and rancor wafted over me with their words “You are
broken! What is wrong with you? People like you put women back 50 years. What sort of upbringing did you have?!” Then a disturbing placating pat,
and a chemically induced diabetic saccharin smile “We can fix you.”
Needless to say I never joined their club.
So here I am sitting staring at my cousin’s tattoo and I've finally had it. She tells me that people ask about it and she can tell them all about
how her professor enlightened her that all sex
is like rape. I've had it. She says that if a man asks about it she can fix them. I've. Had.
It. How when a woman asks her about it, she can teach them all about how women are superior. I'VE. HAD. IT. I don’t care if people have froth
raged on this topic before. I. Despise. Feminists.
Fast-forward a few years and I became a housewife. I’m back in college working on a
, (fancy smancy PhD for psychologists with a focus on clinical practice). It is
very difficult, but I am raising three boys on my own now. Goodness that isn't what I expected. As with any college, I am assaulted all the time with
gender studies. To the point I want to vomit. Why is it wrong to point out the obvious that women are indeed DIFFERENT from men? Not better or worse.
. It is downright taboo to
state any studies like this, because. Sexism
. Do these studies apply with an
even stroke against all people? No, there’s obviously variances per individual and circumstance. Yes these are generalizations, but generalizations
do not make my general assertion any less valid. I am still not allowed to take pride in raising my own children. I set women back, you see. How dare
Every mother loving time I am listening to a lecture on the merits of feminism I want to implode. I am so sick of the emphasis on women’s rights I
could spit. Because that's not what it's about anymore, is it? Sure I love being able to do things like vote, drive, think, and speak my opinion. I
love being able to get a job and not be expected to give a ‘job’. Being treated equally and for merit. These things are all fantastic! Yes it
took some real powerful and forward thinking men and women to break past stigmas. What is happening in society around the current feminist camp does
not remotely resemble these efforts. No it's about making someone 'pay' and 'revenge' and 'exploitation'. It's about discriminating and
demasculinating an entire generation. Before I hear “well not all feminists are…” or “only radical feminists…” or "you don't get it!"
don’t. Just don’t.
I've heard it before. I've studied it in depth. I’m not interested.
“So closed minded!” Yep. I am fully capable of making up my mind all by myself with the information given. To form an opinion based on it. I'm
even allowed to be wrong if that's the case. I'm allowed to be offended by this. I am allowed to rant. That said...
I continually find myself trying to evaluate new information as it comes in. I feel like I'm looking for a golden corn kernel of hope in a huge
stinking heap. Please believe me no one wants to love “woman power!” more than I do. I want to like feminists. I want to support equality. So much
so I have toyed with making a new classification of sane people who strive to maintain equality that can completely divorce themselves from the
women’s empowerment movement and what it’s become. I want the world to progress past so much… but I no longer think this is the way. I've had
it with feminism. I am seriously to the point that were a female to run for POTUS in 2016 - I don't care if she was the most qualified person in the
universe; riding on the back of an enchanted unicorn named "Peace"; and a puppy named "Freedom"; with 10 billion dollars for me; with the best
social, economic, and policy solutions ever - I'd cringe because instead of hearing the racist mantra...we'd hear the sexist one. Yeah I'd vote for
her but I'd still cringe.
I am debating a series of rants on this. Depends if I run out of steam or not.